Joly's not sure if the pillows are being friendly or peckish. One of them is very definitely tugging at his sleeve; another has the edge of his pants-leg. The cats seem equally confused. He pushes away the pillows enough to gather the cats and stands up, looking around, not yet following Combeferre's gaze.
The buildings appear to be largely riveted. The street-lamps are in place, but look very different than the ones he knew. The street is smooth, paved with some odd flat green surface; a single beam runs along the air above it. Joly can guess, from some of his reading, that it's a sort of rail. But above that--
He reaches a hand out to Combeferre, trying to get him to look up. "Airships!"
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Date: 19 Feb 2015 00:49 (UTC)The buildings appear to be largely riveted. The street-lamps are in place, but look very different than the ones he knew. The street is smooth, paved with some odd flat green surface; a single beam runs along the air above it. Joly can guess, from some of his reading, that it's a sort of rail. But above that--
He reaches a hand out to Combeferre, trying to get him to look up. "Airships!"