Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 2:
Comme D'Habitude
A pinch. Another pinch. So soft and delicate to the touch it might as well be freshly baked bread. Mmmm, bread. The desire for homemade starch was rampant in her own peace of mind that walked the line. She pinched again. And again. And again, that soft side of her that her partner was always pleasuring while they slept.
"Uh, Jose, why are you pinching yourself?" Sadako Shimohara asked Georgette Lemare as the two of them admired the Paris skyline.
"I am alive. Somehow, I am alive after waking up," Jose said.
"I'm alive too, but it's not big deal. Why are you pinching yourself? Conscious of something or something, hmmm?"
"I have to prove to myself and to you that I am not dreaming right now." One more pinch. "No, this is real! This is reality! This is Paris! The genuine article. The Paris that Perrine was talking about, the biggest city of all, the City of Lights! That's the Eiffel Tower, Sadako. We are here!"
"Calm down, calm down, Jose, we'll be all right, do you need me to rub your shoulders?" She received a headbump and was placed in a corner.
"No thank you, but thank you for asking, hmph!" But she did feel bad about it, a few seconds afterwards. "Sorry. It was the heat of the moment."
"The heat of the moment, said the cat to the rabbit," Sadako said, getting up and looking around their bed. "At this rate, I'm gonna get cat scratch fever and I'll be in trouble."
Jose turned around, horrified. "You wouldn't...!" Then she blinked. "Uh, what are you doing?"
"Check out all these clothes," Sadako said, opening the dresser to a full arsenal of women's clothes and swimwear and loungewear. And yes, even high-end underwear custom made. "Such taste!"
A hand was around Georgette's head as she laughed hesitantly. "Ahahahah, you're embarassing me."
"Such culture! Such style! This is truly...um, uh..." Sadako saw a poster across from her. "France! We are apparently in a place called France!"
"France? I don't even know where that is on a map," said Georgette. "I only know Gallia. Unless...France IS Gallia...then that means..."
"WE ARE IN A DIFFERENT DIMENSION!" they both said.
Sadako continue to leaf through the pret-a-porter sets while Georgette was deep in thought, scheming. A brand new side never seen, on debut, on showcase, in private. "This might get some getting used to," Jose said, pondering.
"Of course, take a look below and see what the locals are wearing," Sadako said.
"Oh my..." Georgette noticed that some girls were dressed like boys.
Sadako showed her an example. "In this era, in this dimension, in this timeline you can actually dress like a boy and wear long pants!"
"I've never done that before, it looks weird," Jose said, eyes rolling.
"There are dresses as well," Sadako deadpanned, showing a sundress with a red blouse and red high heels.
"More like it."
"And, apparently the outfits of actual sports clubs are in this dresser too. Like this one." Sadako tossed Jose a blue football jersey with purple accents, some writing, and some touches of red and white.
"I've never worn something like this before," said Georgette. She turned the jersey around. "Ib...ra..hi..mo..vic? 10. I don't even know what that's supposed to stand for." She turned it around. "Fly Emirates? What's that?"
"I think we are in a timeline and dimension that does not use striker units," said Sadako. "Emirates must be the name of a notable civilian passenger air fleet company."
"What? But, our familar forms, they are still working, right?"
Sadako stroked her right nipple fast and hard to the point that she moaned profusely, triggering the rabbit ears and tail. "Hyaaaaaah!" she cried.
Jose blinked. "...eh?"
A thumbs up and one eyes closed. "It still works!" Sadako grinned. Seconds later, she was bent over in a corner with a headbump. "I told you it still works but you must think I've turned into a jackass already!"
"What...jackass are you referring to, I may ask?" Jose asked, her mouth twitching, annoyed.
Sadako pointed to a painting of an old politician with an unmistakable haircut and color. A caption "This guy! Do..nald...Tr..ump! Yeah, this guy!"
Georgette was steaming. She did not know who that man was, but somehow her bad vibes suggested it was a Neuroi in disguise. "Sadako, did you just..."
"Noooo, don't kill me! I loved you then, I love you now, please forgive me!" Sadako lamented, begging for forgiveness in her blue underwear. A hand was extended. "...huh?" A blink. "Eh?"
"Let's head to the bath. We could use one," Jose said, the aura of an angel with wings and a halo on her figure. "Eheheh!"
"I am saved. There is a God...!" Sadako whispered dramatically.
"Hurry and get up already," she deadpanned.
"Ahahahahahah..." And they both went to the bath for a long soaping and unintended make-out, her mind having melted into goo. "Ohhhhh baby..."
Naoe Kanno was no longer distraught. She was in disbelief as she and Hikari Karibuchi left the test chamber, picking up the clothes of Sadako and Jose and putting them in a basket to be placed in the wash. "How?" she asked. "How? How the hell is it possible for them to disappear like that? Did they get abducted? What is going on? My head is spinning!"
"I don't know Nao," Hikari said. "I think the Countess knows exactly what happened."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," Flying Officer Waltrud Krupinski said, appearing in front of them. "Let's head to the dining hall, I will explain further."
Nao and Hikari's stomachs growled on cue. "Yes ma'am."
Nao and Hikari sat on one side, while Flying Officer Krupinski and Commander Rall sat on the other. Flight Lieutenant Charlotte E. Yeager. carried a couple of trays and served some plates of sandiwches, salads and utensils.
"What's this?" asked Nao.
"Sliders and Waldorf salad, as served in Liberion," Commander Rall replied, sinking her teeth in one of the bite-sized wonders.
"Mmmm, this is actually pretty good."
"You like it?" asked Shirley. "I made it myself."
"Oh! You must be that Liberion girl from the 501st, Charlotte Yeager!" Nao said. She shook her hand. "We finally meet after a while! Greetings!"
"It's nice to be here. You are Flying Officer Naoe Kanno, correct!"
"That's right! Thanks for the meal! It's yummy!" She continued to dig in.
"The Waldorf salad is actually a New York, Liberion invention. I'm from West Virginia and I decided to do my take on steak sandwiches. So I developed the slider. Seems it's a grand slam." She looked at the plate. Empty, nothing. "And there it goes. Rest in peace, lunch."
"Can you believe this, we were actually transporting condoms to the base for safekeeping. Of all things, earlier today!" Nao said, exasperated. "Sigh...when it comes to those nasty things, leave me out of it!"
"Different standards for different Witches, I believe."
"But more to the point, was that room that I just went in...did that have something to do with the disappearance of Pilot Officer Shimohara and Pilot Officer Lemare?"
"Pretty much. Mainly because, Lucchini and I designed and built the new room."
"Whoa...what does that room do?"
"The built-in magic engineered in the room allows a partnership to transport themselves to anywhere they want in the world, but in a futuristic timeframe and a different dimension."
"Wow...so where did they go?"
"I don't know the answer to that. All I did was build the room for you guys while visiting. I have no idea after that."
"I did overhear," said the Countess, "that Jose wanted to see a place in Gallia called, I think, Pa..ri..."
"Paris?" Nao exclaimed, a fang sticking. "They went to Paris!?"
"I guess that's where they went."
"In another dimension and a different timeframe," Hikari added, deep in thought.
"Ohhhhh my head is spinning from all this," Nao said, her head hurting. "Dammit! Will we ever see them again after a while?"
"Knock on wood, we're working on that as we speak," said Shirley with a thumbs up and a smile.
"Flight Lieutenant Yeager, do you know the year that the room is set to by any chance?" asked Commander Rall.
"Good question Gundala," Charlotte said, pulling out her clipboard. "According to my notes here, the room is set to have the users transported to the location in the designated dimension in the year...ah, 2017, later January to early February."
"That far?" Hikari exclaimed.
"Yep, that far," Shirley replied.
"Whoa, they have been thrown into a dimension set to the future. It definitely is not the Paris as the Gallians known it here. Is the place even called Gallia in the timeline?"
"Actually, it goes by different name, and the land mass shapes are also different," said Shirley, showing a full map of the dimension and places. This is where we are. Russian Federation, and in that dimension, the city is called SAINT Petersburg. Hikari, your country, Fuso, is called Japan. And this is Gallia. It's a place called France."
"Do you know the demonyms for people of that dimension?"
"People in Fuso are Japanese, people in Orussia are Russian, people in Gallia are French, and I'm from Liberion, and on this map, that is labeled as the United States of America, which means I would be labeled as an American. Oh yeah, and Suomus is Finland and Karlsland is Germany. Finns, Germans. And Lucchini's place, Romagna, is Italy, while Brittania is the United Kingdom. However, Lynette Bishop was born here, near where I live, a place called Canada. So she is a Canadian."
"What a nice name...Canadian."
"An unconfirmed report tells me that the current head of government in that realm in that dimension and timeline is as untalented politically as that of my own realm and my leader in particular is off to a tough start in terms of standing among certain citizens as he just began his term as head of government. I can't really confirm this, though for sure, because I, well, am, not participating in my own chamber I designed."
"You're just making this up to get a rise out of all of us," Nao said, her eyebrows twitching through her false laugh. "You LIAR!"
"Calm down, Kanno," Flying Officer Krupinski said.
"Kanno, do you want to go through seiza again?" Commander Rall said in a threatening voice.
"Ahahahahahha, never mind, sorry, Shirley!" Nao said, embarrassed by her outburst.
"Don't worry about it, kid," Shirley said with a grin.
"uwu..."
"But I also wanted to ask this," asked Hikari. "When can we expect them back? They won't be out for very long in that different dimension you speak of, right?"
"Shouldn't be too long but I don't believe I set a end time for when they are out there," Shirley replied with a shrug.
"Why didn't you set an end date again?"
"Because I got so busy and worked up that I ended up getting tired, fell asleep and Lucchini also got tired and decided to sleep with her head between my cleavage sounding like a motorboat or a housetruck, I think that's what they call it over there, don't know for sure."
The Countess was in stitches. "I'm dying here!"
"That's a little bit too much detail for us to digest, don't you think?" asked the Commander.
"I just wanted to lay it out there." Shirley said.
"Grrrrrr!" Nao wanted none of it. "Let me have some...now!" She squeezed Shirley's voluptuous breasts, causing her to sigh lustily. "Eheh..." But no sooner had Nao found her piece of heaven that Francesca Lucchini walked. "Uh...hi?"
"Keep. Your. Hands. Off. My. Woman," she snarled.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" cried Nao, fleeing the room while being chased by Francesca. The pecking order didn't lie. Nao could never win but it was fun while it lasted, the fresh squeeze from the heavens.
"Dear me, someone must have gone full frontal on the coffee today," Flying Officer Krupinski offered.
"Or has a certain anatomy envy," the Commander added. The two of them laughed.
"I'll head back to the kitchen to clean up," Shirley said. "Later tonight, Lucchini and I need to depart for North Africa to take care of some humanitarian work, as per Hanna's request."
"Thank you for stopping by and giving us this new room, we appreciate it."
"A pleasure, both of you. And you too, Hikari."
"Of course," she replied, nodding. She returned to her thoughts. "But still...to be in a different Paris that the Paris we know...will they both be all right over there?" She meant to find out.
"Ahhhh, nice long baths with you is like floating on a cloud that I could never fall out of," Sadako said as the two of them walked out of the bath, the scent of lovemaking replaced by natural flowery tones and purity dancing with piety. "Feels great, Jose."
"You keep fondling me so much, I'm just amazed that I am okay with this," Georgette said, looking for some bows to fix her hair. She noticed two new bows on the bed. "Hmmm, this is new. Red on the left, blue on the right? Mmmm, a nice change from the usual. Sadako, is there any underwear sets in the rack down there?"
"Here is one," she replied, holding a stylized top and panties that looked like an adapted version of the local team's uniform.
"You're already dressed!?" Jose shot back. Sadako was dressed in a white shirt, black jacket, jeans and one of the blue scarves in the study, along with brown fur boots.
"Ahahah, I dress quickly. Go ahead and put it on."
"I guess this will do. It looks like my underwear, but with a unique twist." Georgette put the top and panties on, with Sadako watching, her left hand discreetly over her crotch. It was getting a bit damp, too. "I knew it," she said, a sweatdrop on her face, her eyebrows twitching.
Sadako withdrew the hand and laughed hesitantly. Jose did see that she was touching herself while she was putting it on. "You...do keep it clean down there, I realized."
"Of course I do. You do the same. How do I expect to get a taste of you myself if it doesn't get shaved?"
"!? Well, I concede, you do have a point. Ah!" Sadako went and took out a shirt. "Here is a skirt to go with the top."
"Ah." A lambskin top. "It says...Chanel. This must be a brand." Georgette put the skirt on. "And it fits me, too! I like it." She giggled and decided to put the jersey on as well, putting on a scarf on a whim before looking at herself in the mirror. "How do I look, Sadako?"
"In your language, if I recall, that would be...c'est magnifique! Extraordinare! Magnificent and extraordinary."
"You're picking the language up easily, not bad," Jose replied with a smile. "But, this crest must be something. It says...uh..."
"There's actually a bigger sign on the wall next to the mirror."
"Oh! I didn't notice. Paris...Saint...Germain. Ici C'est Paris...Paris Est Magique. This is Paris. Paris is magical. Ah, I guess this means that this is a jersey and a scarf associated with Paris Saint-Germain. Are they an important organization"" Jose noticed Sadako reading a magazine. "What is that you're reading?"
"Information on this so-called Paris Saint-Germain," said Sadako. "It says here that they are a major sports club. They do three sports: football for men and women, a sport called handball, and a category called electronic sports, also known as e-sports, with the two games in question called FIFA 17 and League Of Legends. I have no idea what that League Of Legends is but there is a financial record here that shows that they are one of the richest sports organizations in the country and they are best known for their men's football team. Have you heard of football?"
"Football. Um, I recalled that before I was assigned to the 502nd, while working in the countryside near Barenton I noticed in the distance two plots of land that were shaped like there were going to be used for some sort of sports event. Two sets of posts, line markings, and there were two groups of 11 boys, moving a ball with their feet and trying to move the ball past this thing called an end line and score into the goal area for a goal. In my language it's called a but, pronounced bih."
"Oh."
"I also recall this. One player on either side was allowed to collect or stop the ball with his hands. Nobody else was allowed to. There was some tackling and physical play and the supporters were singing, clapping and chanting, some even saying some nasty words. Most of them were boys. I wondered what that sport was because just watching it for a few minutes was a joy because the player had actual skill in passing the ball and even doing some creative footwork and juggling with their feet. So it's called football. Naturally. What's today by the way?"
"I am looking at the clock, and it says, Sunday, January 29, 2017. We are apparently in the year 2017 and it's late winter." Georgette and Sadako broke out some coats, while Georgette took some leg warmers out of curiosity and put them on along with some white boots. "I also noticed we have two handbags on the table. One has a rabbit marking, the other a cat marking. Ah, this is actually our familiar mark. And it even has wallets with everything on it. These are stuffed."
"Cards and all, and plenty of money too," Jose added. "As well as makeup, perfumes, toiletries, chewing gum." She took out a tube of lipstick. "I think you put it on like this." Shiny pink. She applied it on and puckered her lips. She never put on eyeliner or eyeshadow in her life but somehow she was able to do it easily.
"Putting on makeup? I never know you could actually do that!" Sadako exclaimed. "Maybe I should try it in the future." Seconds later, Sadako gave in and the two of them were putting on light makeup and looking flash like euro cash. "So it seems in this part of the world, the currency is called the euro and we use cards to make payment. Hey, and I have a passport from Japan."
"I have my own passport but I have some identification cards, and even this thing. I think the people here in this dimension call this a credit card. I think there is a way to use it." She put it away. "But I'm not sure."
"Well, I'm done here. I wonder what hotel this is," Sadako said as the two of them walked out of the room, into a hall with other doors. She noticed a sign. "Radisson...Blu. I think Radisson is the name of another brand of this dimension."
"You might be right." As they walked, they noticed a few players in warmup kits walking to the elevator in the distance before disappearing. "Oh my, are those...?"
"They must be the people from PSG!" Jose replied.
"PSG?"
"PSG = Paris Saint-Germain."
"Ohhh. Did you come up with it?"
"I think it's been established before we even got here. But for you, I'll claim it."
"For me? Oui, oui, oui! Rrrrrr!" The two of them giggled like mindless idiots madly in love as they walked to the elevator and went down to the floor. "So this is a lobby. We must have been transported to a hotel room. So we are in a hotel."
"A futuristic one at that," Georgette noted. "Let's take a look outside." The two of them walked out the door and left the Radisson Blue. "Oh. My. Goodness." A good deal of the major attractions were there, as well as the Eiffel. "This place is even better up close!" And Georgette's stomach growled. "So where should we eat?"
Sadako's eyes glowed as she scanned for a place for the two of them to have an afternoon bite. The two of them walked down and soon enough, Sadako saw a bar. "Frog XVI. Maybe there is something here. Shall we go in?"
"Could be worse...I guess so," Jose said with an embarrassed look and a hesitant laugh. "Let's go." As Sadako took Georgette's hand, the look became an assertive, knowing smile and their first-ever experience with visiting a restaurant referred to in this dimension/timeline as a sports bar would begin in earnest.
END CHAPTER 2
