[h1][b][i][color=ec008c][center]José Bloomer[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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At: Her apartment
Interacting with: Box deliverer guy
Date: 1st March[/center] 
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José was sprawled out over the white couch in her apartment, eyes not straying from the TV screen. It was the first day of the young adult's week off and she was going to spend it in one of the best ways possible, in grey sweatpants and her fluro green tank top, in front of the TV, heater turned on replacing the 27 degree (Fahrenheit) room in front of her with a toasty temperature. Of course she'd probably eventually get onto doing something else at some point throughout the day but José just needed the comfort and assistance of relaxation the couch and television supplied for now. A stack of DVDs were piled upon the DVD player, awaiting use.

What she wasn't expecting was her mobile to go off right next to her ear so when it did so, making point of the incoming text message with a quick paced electric guitar riff, she jumped slightly, accidentally hitting a button on the television remote. As it did in such circumstances, the TV switched its source to the cable programs from her DVD player. An announcement had started seconds before. Something about the reopening of something? José wasn't paying much attention as she scrambled for the remote before pointing to toward the TV. She attempted to switch it back to her DVD to no anvil, shaking it a couple of times. She had the guys over for pizza and footy one night and Richard accidentally spilt beer on the remote. Since that occasion it still worked but plays up slightly every now and again. She gave it another hard shake and, to test it, tried to change the channel. The TV flickered as if the channel was changing, however the same ad continued to play. José sat up properly from her "half way up" position that had come from scrambling for the remote just before to catch it was something to do with the Orient Express. The ad seemed to finish just as she was paying attention. With a sigh she tried changing it back to her DVD, this time successful. She then remembered what had startes that odd few moments and looked down at her phone which, somehow, still sat at the arm of her chair, not knocked over by José's earlier frantic scramblings. It was an unknown number. Possibly a gig offer? She opened the message and found, to her surprise, an ad about the same thing. She only skimmed over the message before closing it, tossing her phone to the side.  So someone got the Orient Express up and running, maybe she'll go one day in the future, it's be an excuse to see France for a few day before the trip but she wouldn't be close to having money for that sort of thing, maybe one time in the future, years away.

It was just enough time for José to get comfortable and back into her unflattering position on the couch when there came a knock at the door. 

[color=ec008c]"Coming!"[/color] She yells, attempting to cover up a groan before rolling off the couch. True, not the most elegant way to get off a couch but definitely the most enjoyable. She snatches her leather jacket and slips it over her shoulders. A tank top was fine when a heater was keeping the small loungeroom of her little one bedroom apartment but certainly not for the nippy air of the rest of the building. She throws open the door to be greeted by a tall man. His skin was paler than José's and he donned a business suit (which would be much too formal for a visit to José's house), there didn't seem to be any evidence in his appearance that he'd just walked up 7 flights of stairs (as you must to get to José apartment but the oddest thing about him was the box he was holding. It was cloaked in intricate markings, golden latches held the box shut. José was so intrigued by the box she almost forgot about the man until he spoke. 

"Josephine Bloomer?" He asks, a heavy swedish accent flowed from his mouth, usually hearing a strong Swedish voice comforted José, she may have only been in Sweden for the first 6 years of her life but that's long enough to become her homeland, but the sound of her full first name made her recoil slightly.
[color=ec008c]"José,"[/color] she corrects him. She never liked the name Josephine, there was no reason in particular why it just sounded sick to her ears. 

"Uh... well... Miss Bloomer this is for you," he says handing her the box before nodding a farewell and disappearing down the stairs. Slowly José stepped back into her apartment, shutting the door just as slowly. She placed the box on the kitchen bench before slipping off her jacket and throwing it onto the couch. She inspects the box inquisitively, looking at the intricate markings closely. A few minutes the young woman runs a hand through her bright pink and purple hair before she opens the box. She pulls out the letter which sat on top.

[color=gold][i]Congratulations! 		
You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express. 	
Sincerely, 	 
       Your Provider[/i][/color]

[color=ec008c]"You are kidding me!"[/color] She exclaims, looking through the box's contents. It seemed real enough. Her eyes widened with excitement more with each document and item. She purses her lips, carefully stacking them into the box and placing it on the bedside table of her room. Not in her wildest dreams would she imagine something like [i]this[/i] happening!