Once upon a time...

[timefather]

[ For the residents of Märchenstraße, and all the land surrounding it, the eighth of December was a day to look forward to. Looking at it from an outside perspective, strangers and travelers could easily assume it to be a holiday. At the very least, a day for a festival, if a modest one. A day that shopkeeps spent all morning preparing for, that all manner of creatures spent days traveling to the city to witness. They'd heard the talk that passed around, the rumors from those still left. But would it work? No one knew for sure, no matter how confident the stories seemed to be. But hope was very quickly becoming all they had left.

They had decorated the whole town. Streamers, banners, wreathes and garland made of autumn flowers, plus whatever the Fairy Godmother had cooked up. Oh, she was just giddy. No skepticism could be spoken around her, not if you wanted to escape the wrath of her wand! Rumor had it that she had caught wind of a few piglets squealing about the likelihood that their magic would fail, and that they were subsequently transformed into the band of musicians who could be found performing in the park.

Well, at least the music was festive.

Of course, the decorations weren't for the newcomers alone. Autumn was coming to a close in just a few weeks, and Old Man Winter would take the reigns like he did every year, and their weather would turn cold and harsh. The chill was already there, cool and biting when the wind picked up speed. Lady Autumn was much preferred to the citizens of the city with her gentle nature, even if she failed to show up, finishing her work in the orchards instead. That was what they liked about her.

It was mid-morning when Father Time was found outside of his tower, checking one of the numerous pocket watches he kept on his person. "Unnecessary, but comfortable," he called them, and closed the watch again. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and where empty space had been just seconds before, now they were. Sitting on benches, lying in flower patches, scattered about the city and outside of the gates in peaceful slumber. They would awaken to the bells of the clock tower. Some, to many friendly and relieved faces all around them, some to grateful ones carrying gifts of food and clothing and magic, and some to fearful, cautious faces. Regardless of how the town treated them, they would awaken to a celebration of their arrival, and choices to be made, and the books. Each and every one. ]

Comments

[gardienne]

My Pa can't find me if I am not in Paris. He won't bother - he will just swear and say, 'that ungrateful Eponine has drowned herself in the Seine at last', and my Mama will laugh and say, 'She were good for nuffin' anyway, that one'. They won't look for me here!

[She seems rather satisfied with that, and nods to herself. Moving to pull her knees to her chest and hug her arms about her legs, she shrugs.]

Is Japan your city, Sir? I have never heard of that - or perhaps I have, in the stories. I didn't know it was a truly real place. I thought it was like Greece and the stories they tell, the students, you know? Stories.

[themortalson]

Tch... if the first thing they suspect is you died, they deserve whatever comes to them.

[Shitty, good-for-nothing parents.]

Japan's a country past China. Can't get to it unless you take a boat or--... [Though, looking at her again, planes probably haven't been invented.] ... swim.

[gardienne]

It will save him a job, he will think.

[She shrugs again, completely nonplussed.]

I have never heard of China - no! That is where tea is from, no? I have seen the stamps on the big wooden boxes... I would like to try tea, I think. But it is so expensive.

[She laughs suddenly] Swim, Sir? All the way to Japan? I should think even a sailor would drown. It must take at least a week or two! And how should you sleep? You must tell me about it, one day, if you will. I like stories, Sir.

[themortalson]

[He shakes his head. Her dad was a real jackass then.]

Yeah... I guess most of it's from China. Maybe you could try tea here, but it's only dried leaves flavoring hot water.

[He expected the laugh. He shouldn't have said swim, but it is a funny idea to roll around in his head.] I guess, but I'm not the kind for story telling.

[gardienne]

Well, it is not often that I get hot water, so that sounds to me like heaven, Sir!

[She looks disappointed again.]

Well, you do not have to. I cannot demand it of you - and of course you have better things to do than entertain a girl such as me with your stories, no? You do look too grand to be talking to me, really, Monsieur. Your hat looks lovely and warm.

[themortalson]

[Right. Considering things, it makes sense she doesn't get much hot water... or just clean water for that matter.]

[He chuckles darkly]

Grand? Time's change... [Still, it's hard to explain] ... What year is it?

[Not for Marchen. He makes sure the animals get that.]

[gardienne]

Eighteen thirty two, Sir.

[She looks puzzled at the question] At least, about then. I do not know - the years all roll into one. Nothing changes, except my clothes getting tattier and my feet colder. Why do you ask? Surely you know the year, Monsieur.

[themortalson]

[Shinjiro makes a face]

It was twenty-ten last I looked at a calendar. Time probably doesn't matter here though.

[gardienne]

The date? But - that is - that is not a date. I could not be so mistaken, I am sure. I do not understand this place. It seems magical... but magic isn't real.

[She's just completely lost now.]

Sir, what do we do now?

[themortalson]

Can't believe in everything you're told.

[He would know, but he's not going any further.]

Well, we know where we are. We still don't know who brought us here and why.

[gardienne]

Or how... So we must find out. And why they have given us such things...

[She looks back at the enthusiastic villagers again, but it's with doubt. This place seems to be filled with madmen. She stands up.]

Well come, Monsieur - Monsieur, I do not know your name! Shall we find someone to ask?

[themortalson]

Hm...

[Uncrossing his legs, he stands. Why does it seem like everyone wants a tag-along?]

It's Shinjiro. And it might be faster to split up.

[gardienne]

[For Eponine, at least, this is the longest conversation she's had in a long time that hasn't ended in her being sent to do dismal deeds or threatened with violence. She does appreciate that. But she sighs and nods, and bends her knees in an inelegant curtsey.]

As you wish, Monsieur Shinjiro. Good luck, Sir. I will perhaps see you around.

[themortalson]

[It isn't like she did anything. The curtsy attempt makes him wonder if he has to bow, but he'll opt for nodding.]

Just Shinjiro. I don't need any of that 'Monsieur' or other honorifics tacked on. [Better to get that clear.] Yeah... see you.

[Him and his little party of animals are going the other way. Maybe they'll stop following him soon.]