Week 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's been one whole week, and no one has died yet. For someone who seemed so sure that someone would die, it seems as if The Narrator was wrong about anyone killing another person. But after awhile, the hotel might seem pretty dull. There is only so much to do in here, and if you don't enjoy books and old board games, it's hard to keep you entertained unless you like marathons of Muppet Treasure Island.

But you can keep this up, right?

24 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{OOC: Don't forget to turn in your Week 1/Intro AC! Since Peace Week is over, Tuesday and onward are currently locked for the upcoming motive. Everything is going to change soon}

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[sentree]

I bet there's some around here. At the front desk, or something. I could look around for you?

[ She's really fascinated by all this... What time's Belle from, she wonders. ]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh—thank you! I'd appreciate that very much! Or—wait!

[Belle digs in the little linen bag she's got attached to her skirt, out of habit, and pulls out her notebook.]

Would the paper from here work?

[sentree]

[ She carries around a notebook? Oh gods, she's like a more prim and proper Annabeth, that's almost sweet. ]

Oh, yeah, definitely. Handy. Take it out of the actual book and it'll work great.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She likes to take notes on her reading!!!

Belle nods and carefully tears out a few sheets of the paper along the perforations, and then slides them across the table to Thalia.]

[sentree]

[ Alright, she loads them on in - not that hard to figure out how - and pushes the typewriter closer to Belle. ]

Knock yourself out, girl.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Eagerly, Belle reaches out and taps experimentally at one of the keys. To her delight, it causes a small iron to strike the page, and after it retracts, there's a single, black "B" on the page.

She smiles, and taps a few more keys, spelling out her name.]

This is remarkable! I wish my father could see this, I know he'd think it was wonderful!

[sentree]

[ Such excitement... She really does remind her of Annabeth. Gods. She thinks Belle's...older than her? Maybe? Thalia's getting used to the whole...not aging thing, it's hard for her to tell now. ]

They don't have anything like this where you're from, huh? Color me curious, what's your year?

[greatwidesomewhere]

No, not at all... [She taps out a few more keys: L-E-C-O-E-U-R.]

Seventeen fifty-three. I believe some of the thinkers of my time may have thought of something like this, but certainly haven't made it a reality.

[sentree]

Zeus, really? I know some people from that far back, but...never fresh from there.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Truly. It seems everyone else is from much later on...It's enough to make me feel a bit dated, truthfully.

[sentree]

You probably don't want to hear what the date is where I'm from, then. It'd probably just depress you.

[greatwidesomewhere]

...Well, now I'm curious. Try me.

[sentree]

...2016?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle's eyes grow very wide.]

That's...almost three hundred years after my time!

[sentree]

Uh-huh. You see the issue.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Just give her a moment, here. Her mind is sort of blown.]

In two thousand sixteen...are girls called 'odd' for liking to read?

[sentree]

What? Oh, no! ...Well...

[ She considers. ]

Some people don't take girls seriously if we're not tough, you see. I've got a friend who really took that to heart. She loves books and architecture. She's...man, she's a real spitfire...but she had to work real hard to get people to respect her. Still... No one thinks she's 'odd' for reading or studying. If anything, she's smart. Wise.

You remind me a little of her, actually.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle understands, or at least she thinks she does. It's the same way with boys in her time...she supposes it's better than being expected to cook and clean and be nothing more than a wife and a mother.

Her expression lights up, a tiny bit.]

Really? Thalia...that's so kind of you to say.

[sentree]

I call it like I see it. [ She winks at Belle. ] If Annabeth was here...well, I bet you two'd get along. She'd talk your ear off, but you'd get along.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Another girl as studious as I am...I'm certain we would.

[Belle motions to the typewriter.]

Thank you, again, for showing this to me.

[sentree]

No problem, you know... Do you want it? You'd get a lot more use out of it than I would.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Looking up at Thalia in surprise.]

Really...? Are you sure?

[sentree]

Positive. It'd just go to waste if I keep it, go on.

[greatwidesomewhere]

That's so kind.

[Gently, Belle collects the machine in her arms; it's quite heavy, but she's more than capable.]

Thank you very much! I'll take good care of it.

[sentree]

You are very welcome.

[ Honestly, her excitement is endearing. ]