ACT ONE: EUROPA

Scene 7: Boredom comes simply from ignorance

"I'm bored" Emily slouched and almost fell off the couch "There's nothing to do". The two Brits had been left alone in the living room of the eccentric Mademoiselle Marie Mer as she was out on business. They had been strictly instructed to stay inside. "There's no WiFi and all the books are in french" She started intently into the fire.

"We could go out" Devon suggested, knowing that they had been told not to, alas, his boredom was getting the best of him too. "We could visit Justice, or Sofía" They knew them both well and it might be a chance to gather more information. They also desperately needed a change of environment. So they snuck out. The bitter October winds attacked them as soon as they tried to go out. Devon closed the door against the wind and turned to Emily. "We need a scarf".

"You do. I have magic".

"Oh...right. Do you think Marie would have one?"

"Of course".

Devon crept up the stairs and slowly creaked open the door to Mademoiselle Marie Mers room. It was rather plain much to his disappointment. In the right and furthest corner was a neat bed across from it sat a desk with a typewriter. Papers scattered across the wooden surface, not to mention the make-up that had been left lying. Devon ruffled through the closet. He found some more makeup, lots of blue clothing and even a weird stuffed squid. He found the scarf tucked away in the corner and grabbed it. Beneath the woolly scarf was a-

"Devon, can I ask what a young man such as yourself is doing racking through a woman's closet?"

Devon jumped out of his skin and looked around. Mademoiselle Marie Mer stood behind him smiling with closed eyes. She opened them again and swung on her heels. "It's rude to go snooping in someone's house".

"I'm sorry" Devon put his hands together and bowed "It's cold so I was looking for a scarf".

"Is a fire - if not the best source of heat - not supplimentary?"

"We wanted to go outside you see, to visit Sofía or Justice".

"I'm afraid that can't be done" Mademoiselle Marie Mer took the scarf he held and threw it back inside the closet "Madame Suarez is on a 'business' trip to Spain and Madame Justice is busy helping Madame Puysségur".

"Oh...okay. Then what should we do? There's nothing to do here".

Mademoiselle Marie Mer pushed a box into his hands and whispered into his ear "Try dying your hair. I'd hate to have someone think you were stealing my look" her tone was slightly passive aggressive, Devon backed away and watched as she smiled at him and walked off "I need to leave again". She skipped away.

After she was long gone Devon wandered downstairs. Emily was sat up straight staring in the fire while holding a tea on the vintage green fabric of the couch. Devon sat next to her, holding the box up, they both caught glimpses of one another smiling. It was time to dye.

Emily dyed Devon's hair as he sat on the stool they had brought into the small bathroom. He didn't particularly like the sensation but he endured it nonetheless. He looked into the empty hallway of Marie's apartment. "Emily" he said breaking the silence "Do you think...do you think we'll be okay?"

There wasn't a reply for a while. Emily continued her purge on his head. Slowly his hair turned a dark brown in the mirror. Although the white had made him stand out, he liked it. It made him feel more interesting. Now, with dark brown hair he felt like any average Joe.

"Devon. We live in a really weird world. I don't...I mean, I hope we're okay. I hope everything works out but, if it doesn't, I think...I think I'd be okay with it not working out".