Chateau Grief 284

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Chateau Grief 284

Crowd: Kill Kore Smaragdos! No tolerance for enablers!

Gentleman: Kill Kore Smaragdos!

Narration(Kore): What happened during the Eynhallow hysteria? Scholars will ask, safe in their libraries many years later.

Narration(Kore): And then blame the killings on a vitamin deficiency brought on by eating mutton for forty years.

Gentleman: Kill Kore Smaragdos!

Gentleman: Oh sorry.

Gentleman: Here, uh, you can have this. & my lighter.

Kore: Look me in the eyes.

Gentleman: I can’t sorry.

Narration(Kore): Maybe he missed seeing that ill-thought-out debate.

Narration(Kore): But some part of me has a sinking feeling…

Narration(Kore): that some part of him didn’t want to recognize me. And so he willfully became blind.

Author Notes:

Gtg. Brb.

Characters: Kore, revelers

Episode Recap: 

So there’s some sort of a block party going on.  And folks are doing some plein air paintings and chanting mantras to promote their serenity of mind.  Kore for some reason has found herself stuck in their midst but manages to push through and find shelter near a bunch of overturned barrels and boxes of something in the middle of the street that have no doubt been erected for their artistic and cultural value.  Maybe its a public statue honoring...sanitation engineers or something.  She’s coughing because probably someone is vaping nearby.  There seems to be a pocket of lack of enrichment that she’s sitting in, watching it all go down when a gentlemen in a striped shirt bursts in chanting one of the mantras.  Kore ponders what will the result of the little demonstration will be in the future, and figures that in all, it is meaningless and probably mostly due to diet.  The gentleman in a striped shirt gets pushed back into Kore’s bubble of lack-of-enrichment. He is holding a wine bottle, uncorked but stuffed with cotton, probably because Xander has banned those wine-saver bottle caps you can buy at the grocery store. I would ban those. Kore, knocked to the ground and startled, spins around to grab his shirt, the gentleman apologizes and hastily runs away after making Kore a present of his wine bottle and a lighter should she wish to participate in the, uh, I dunno vaping or something?  I really can’t tell what’s going on.  Kore reflects on how she’s not famous enough to be recognized on the street.  Or something.  And then a hand reaches out of nowhere and snags her into the night.  Or, you know, late rainy afternoon.