The streets of Fandom, Saturday afternoon

[14andseven]

After a brief panic attack over just what would happen when the guards discovered her off campus, Piper headed out into town to just enjoy the freedom to walk anywhere she wanted to. For as long as she wanted to.

There were so many stores. Like, she remembered that there were this many stores out in the world, of course, it wasn't like she had amnesia or anything but there were so many. Selling all sorts of things.

. . . If only she had any money.

[ooc: and Roland Chapman is now Piper Chapman. Open, sure!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan had made it far enough to see he was in a city - a decent-sized one, very well-built, very much not anything he cared for. There didn't seem to be many people around, either. So when he saw the woman, he stopped and watched her for a moment curiously.

[14andseven]

You'd think Piper would have gotten used to people staring at her in prison, from Susanne alone.

You would be wrong.

Piper eyed the guy up in return when she noticed him staring. He looked homeless. She used to be able to handle homeless people, but that was before she'd had to think too hard about why they might be homeless.

"I don't have any money."

[sharp_as_knives]

Homeless? In this armor? Hey, it was even scrubbed in Hannibal's sink clean!

Oh, well. It was a good try, but modern English was a few thousand years after Tristan's time, anyway. He nodded at her. It would be nice to have a bit of information, but he didn't expect she spoke Scythian. He'd picked up a bit of Latin, though, even if Arthur said his accent was horrid.

"Salve. Ubi sumus?"

Everyone knew a bit of Latin, right?

[14andseven]

Piper bit her lip and winced. She spoke English and Spanish, and could say "hello" and "good-bye" in a handful of southeast Asian languages, but she had no idea what this guy was saying.

"Um, I'm sorry," she said, her voice automatically getting louder and slower, as though this would make her more understandable. "I don't speak Italian!"

[sharp_as_knives]

Huh. That would make this harder. Not that he understood his words, but he could figure out that was the problem.

Tristan shrugged. So, he'd have to look somewhere else for an explanation.

In the meantime, he wasn't exactly Bors or Lancelot, but she was a pretty girl, so he pulled an apple from his bag, cut off a slice, and offered it to her.

[14andseven]

By the look on Piper's face, you'd have guessed he'd offered her the holy grail. "Oh," she breathed. "Oh, no, I couldn't."

This didn't stop her from taking it. Look, there wasn't exactly a whole lot of fresh fruit in prison, okay?

"I don't have anything to give you in return."

[sharp_as_knives]

Wrong knight.

He grinned back and cut a piece for himself. There had been a lot of them in the building he'd awoken in; he wasn't in any danger of going hungry. There had been some others, too, but he hadn't known what they were, oranges and kiwis not being a thing in ancient Britain. Though if she liked the apple...

He pulled out a banana. He'd only ever had one as a treat shared between eight of them once, and there had been an entire bunch here!

Was he impressing you yet, Piper?

[14andseven]

"Oh god," Piper said, hand reaching out just a little towards the banana. "Oh you're not a homeless fruit vendor, are you? I don't have any money."

You'd think that she'd've learned how to at least steal things by now, but no. Not Piper.

[sharp_as_knives]

He gestured again to give it to her. "More there," he offered, gesturing the way he'd come.

Did you want to come home with him and see his fruit, Piper?

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Shaggy dude! Turn around and say hi!"

You're on the internet!

[sharp_as_knives]

Despite not having the first clue what she'd said, there was a loud voice calling, so Tristan looked. Huh. Another pretty girl - maybe Bors had the right idea about after death. Since she was holding something out to him, he reached carefully to take it.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"No no nononono no," Kenzi said, moving it out of way so he couldn't get it. "Mine! Just... smile?" She beamed at him, and said, "What's your name?"

Because no way Dr. Lector would be seen with that hair.

[sharp_as_knives]

Okay, so "no" was pretty universal (at least in Latinate languages). Tristan backed off and held up one hand in appeasement.

He frowned at her huge smile at little suspiciously, but she seemed truly friendly, if a little odd, and he relaxed again. His own smile was only visible if you looked really carefully past the beard and didn't blink, but it was there.

Under the tattoos, which Hannibal didn't have, either. Clearly one of them was lacking in fashion sense and tribal pride!

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Awesome." She pointed to herself. " I'm Kenzi. You?" Then made a little 'and you?' motion to the guy, with the hand not holding the phone. She'd tilted it so it wasn't blocking her face now.

Clearly, Hannibal needed to invest in some conditioner and dreads, this guy was rocking the look.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal didn't have nearly as nice a helmet, though. Not that Tristan did, either, at the moment.

"Tristan," he answered, eyeing the phone a bit curiously as he looked around it at her.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Tristan," Kenzi repeated with a nod. "You speak English?" She was kind of getting the feeling the answer was no, but hey, didn't hurt to check.

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan ignored the words he didn't know, and began looking Kenzi over. Her clothes were odd, and very fine - like most of this place, so she probably belonged here. "Kenzi," he said, making sure he got it right. "Ubi sumus?"

Surely someone here spoke Latin. Even people that hated the Romans spoke Latin.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was on one of the decorative benches, filming people as they went by, and uploading it to Vine and her Youtube account as fast as she could.

"Say something!"

Something worth blackmailing you for later, whoever you are!

[14andseven]

"What?" Piper's eyes went wide. "Who are you? What are you doing?!"

If she ended up on the internet off-campus she was going down the hill for sure. She'd never survive in maximum security. Never.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi waved to her cheerfully. "Hi! Kenzi Romanov! I'm doing background scenery for a shoot, you want to be famous?"

And yes, still filming.

[14andseven]

That look on Piper's face, Kenzi? That was "no". Also implied by her hand coming up to block the camera's view of her. And the fact that she was saying: "I -- I do not consent to be photographed! I have to sign a release form before you can use this, you can't just use my image for your own purposes." That sounded right, right? Where was Larry's dad when she needed him?

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Awwww! Well, I can get my P.A. to fax you a release, we can blur your face a bit-- can you move out of the way? I'm getting some footage here..."

Still recording, if not pointed directly at new chick, yup.

[14andseven]

Oh, Piper could absolutely move out of the way. Watch her move! She'd gotten extremely good at moving out of the way in prison. "What kind of movie are you filming?"

And why was she using a phone camera?

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"A time-travel rom-com, I mean, the castle, look at it, it's perfect," Kenzi said, turning her phone. "This is just preliminary stuff. Are you a native to the island?"

[14andseven]

She actually hadn't noticed the castle before. "It looks like Mont St Michel," she said. ". . . Are we in France?"

If she'd somehow made it not just out of Litchfield but all the way to France, she was completely screwed.

. . . Unless she went with it. Unless she actually ran away. What were the extradition treaties between the US and France?