The flimsy paper gown is not the ideal wear for any weather, and the cold of Duplicity in the winter is not helping. (Genevieve might argue that it's better than some other things she's be given to wear, but she will at least admit that dresses are warmer than this.)
Being freezing cold won't stop her from examining the train cars, though.
"I have never seen anything like it!" she says, moving around the train cars to see every angle of it, her hands clearly itching to take it apart and see how it works, "What powers it? It's not steam, and it doesn't appear to be ether-- and with no conductor either? Magnifique!"
She's probably missed her stop several times by now.
Ask Me about X
Ask me about my son!
Genevieve can't help but wince as she looks down at the shirt they've foisted upon her. There are a great many things she is not happy about in this place so far, and the top of the list is that her being here means Quesnel is alone with the hive. They have admittedly been doing a better job than expected with him, seeming to take their guardianship duties seriously, but she still does not like the idea of being kept here for an indefinite period.
She startles slightly when she finally realizes someone has approached her, giving them a swift smile. "Pardon, I seem to have wandered off," she says, the French lilt to her words obvious, "Now then, I suppose we should fill this out...?"
The Long Way Around (f/f only, 18+ please)
Genevieve has her own preferred scents to use, but perfume merchants are notoriously pushy and manage to spray some on her anyway. Perhaps it's revenge for her indifference to them that they picked the patchouli scent, but really it just gives her more of an excuse to approach any pretty woman who might be lingering on the street. "Enjoying the market?" she asks, smile showing her dimples.
Genevieve Lefoux - Parasol Protectorate - Submissive
The flimsy paper gown is not the ideal wear for any weather, and the cold of Duplicity in the winter is not helping. (Genevieve might argue that it's better than some other things she's be given to wear, but she will at least admit that dresses are warmer than this.)
Being freezing cold won't stop her from examining the train cars, though.
"I have never seen anything like it!" she says, moving around the train cars to see every angle of it, her hands clearly itching to take it apart and see how it works, "What powers it? It's not steam, and it doesn't appear to be ether-- and with no conductor either? Magnifique!"
She's probably missed her stop several times by now.
Ask Me about X
Ask me about my son!
Genevieve can't help but wince as she looks down at the shirt they've foisted upon her. There are a great many things she is not happy about in this place so far, and the top of the list is that her being here means Quesnel is alone with the hive. They have admittedly been doing a better job than expected with him, seeming to take their guardianship duties seriously, but she still does not like the idea of being kept here for an indefinite period.
She startles slightly when she finally realizes someone has approached her, giving them a swift smile. "Pardon, I seem to have wandered off," she says, the French lilt to her words obvious, "Now then, I suppose we should fill this out...?"
The Long Way Around (f/f only, 18+ please)
Genevieve has her own preferred scents to use, but perfume merchants are notoriously pushy and manage to spray some on her anyway. Perhaps it's revenge for her indifference to them that they picked the patchouli scent, but really it just gives her more of an excuse to approach any pretty woman who might be lingering on the street. "Enjoying the market?" she asks, smile showing her dimples.