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[temperamentalsteel]

After weeks of hard missions and even harder conversations, d'Artagnan had been hesitant to go through anymore strange doors. Then he'd passed by one left slightly ajar and he'd heard music...smelled wonderful things, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. Luckily, going through the door had resulted in nothing but delight. It apparently passed through to something called an amusement park and d'Artagnan was amazed and definitely amused.

First had been the colorful spinning horses, then the wheel that went up into the sky, and then something insanely exhilarating called a roller coaster. D'Artagnan had ridden several of them more than once, only stopping when hunger sent him to the food stalls and toward something called a funnel cake.

And then, he had found something called the paintball range. Immediately, d'Artagnan was signing up for the next session.

[[He went through the amusement park door. Catch him at any point in his adventure!]]

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[temperamentalsteel]

If anyone cold adapt to strange worlds and changing times, d'Artagnan thought it was Constance. Given a real chance, he thought she would have thrived in Paris, but instead she'd been smothered by a dull, stingy man without a shred of imagination. D'Artagnan had grown up on tales of adventure and chivalric honor. Bonacieux seemed to have fed his imagination on sawdust.

Constance, however, was all bright copper like her hair. Full of suppressed ambitions that should have been turned free. He would never cage her, never, d'Artagnan swore. He couldn't know the irony of his own declarations when he'd had his share in pressuring Constance to make or break her choices.

But here, he could do it right. He would make it wonderful for her, starting with the kiss they were sharing right then. It was only the start and he would make her happy.

"What trinkets would you like?" he asked, casting a hand around at the many stuffed toys to choose from.