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when: saturday morning

where: galleries lafayette

with: @juno--jones

“Gabi,” Celine hissed, trying not to raise her voice, lest she draw more attention to the two of them. Her sister only rolled her eyes in response but she did drop the insanely overpriced purse she had in her hand.

“You wanted to come in here, you know this isn’t the kind of place you can just pick things up. If you damage it, they’ll make you pay for it,” she scolded, earning herself another eye roll. Which she probably deserved. She knew that if she was twelve years old again she would be having a ball in here. The high domed roof, the golden balconies, the gleaming tiled floor; it was like a fairytale castle come to life filled with designer clothes and handbags. Except now she was an adult, and she knew most things there cost more than she made in a month. And they were supposed to be buying Gabrielle new school shoes, not shopping the new Christian Dior collection.

Still she was being led across the shop floor by her sister, literally. She dragged her right into an oncoming shopper, Silently fuming, Celine prepared to multitask by both apologising to the stranger and giving her little sister the sternest stare she could muster. Except those plans flew out the window when she realised that the person she had bumped into wasn’t a stranger at all.

“Uh, Gabi you can...,” she glanced over her sister’s shoulder, “The shoes are over there.”

She could sense a conversation coming as she looked back at the person she had shoulder barged. She didn’t think it would be a particularly long one, it wouldn’t have been if she was on the other side. But she didn’t really want her little sister eavesdropping.

“Hey,” she said, trying to sound less like she was about to vomit, “It’s been a while.”

#⁚ ☾ ✯ ⁛ thread - | 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢 #{ celine & juno }#juno 001 #// this is kind of long don't feel like you have to match length #// i did too much scene setting

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Leaving a show often felt like losing a second family. Derek never took it well, and he was taking it even worse now that it meant losing his last connection to Leo, too. He was trying not to let it effect his audition process or his relationship with Eila, both fake and real. But that meant it had to spill over somewhere, and Derek had decided that he would let his emotions out in the most productive way he knew how: By bottling all of it up and replacing it with new friends.

Or, well, old ones, really.

He was spending more and more time with the other sides of months old text threads, reaching out to old guest stars to fill up the sudden gaping wounds in his schedule. That was one of the real reasons Derek had started spending so much time with Amelie, suddenly, trying to teach her to be a child actress the right way.

Juno Benson was one of those old friends, although one that Derek was far more excited about. There had been a two-part episode towards the beginning of the season, when Derek and Leo had still been trying to figure out what to do about their relationship, and meeting Juno had been like a breath of fresh air-- Unlike the main cast, all 20-somethings with too much energy and drama, Juno had be a candle flame, steady and passionate and illuminating. His guest role had been the English professor, a la The Dead Poets Society, and Juno had given a monologue-- soliloquy? Derek wasn't sure, he'd probably slept through that class in real life -- so moving that Derek had started crying, forcing the whole scene to reset.

The man was good, okay?

Far away from the set of Jacksonville Square, the two sat outside the steps of Brand Library, the shadow of the towering white building offering them all the shade they needed.

"Anyway, that's enough about me and my Terrible, No-Good, Bad Day," Derek said, sniggering into his coffee. "The tigers went back into their cages and almost everyone lived. Bo-ring. How have you been, Benson?"

#juno;;#juno 001

location: metro car status: closed ( @juno--jones )

Mallory was not the type for public transportation usually. She liked walks, they were good for her, and much less crowded and suffocating usually. But, the way it rained in Paris, sometimes it was easier to stay dry and suck it up. Of course, that meant that everyone was in the same boat, and the entire train station was flooded. But, it was a small price to pay for cutting her commute in half, and keep her shoes in decent condition. She wormed her way onto the train car pass the patrons who were stepping off the train car, and settled into the nearest open seat.

Only after the doors had locked themselves into closed position did Mallory realize she had seated herself directly next to Juno of all people. For as big as Paris was, it didn’t feel big enough most of the time. Juno and Mallory were not presently on speaking terms, though they had been all of three weeks ago. Something that Mallory couldn’t remember anymore had sparked an argument, and things had gone radio silent between them... again. Now, Mallory had plopped herself down next them on a crowded train with nowhere to go until the next stop, and she could feel her heart thundering against her chest as she tampered down the need to pry the train car doors open, and escape by any means necessary. But, she could wait until the next stop. It would be minutes at most, and if she just pretended like she didn’t notice, maybe she could get away with this whole incident while saving herself the embarrassment.

The universe had chosen to curse her instead. The train jolted to a stop, the lights flickering in and out for a moment, and then silence. No rumble of electricity or movements against the tracks. It was all standing stock still. A slightly jumbled notice came over the speaker, the two words catching Mallory’s attention being ‘technical difficulties’. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” She muttered, rocking her head to thunk back against the glass window of the train car. Any chance of escaping was out the window at this point.

#convo § mark my words #{ juno }#{ juno 001 }

Closed: Leonie & Juno

Leonie was about to do something very, very stupid. She had resisted the urge for over a month, but after the Valentine’s Ball, she couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted to see what would happen.

Okay -- she definitely wanted to see what would happen.

She charmed her way right past the PA, taking a familiar path to Juno’s office. (One she would never forget.) Knocking once, Leonie brashly opened the door and, ignoring how hard her heart hammered in her chest, grinned at the woman on the other side. “Hi, I’m back. Miss me?”