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[solo_patria]

[The video opens with Enjolras, who looks a bit worse for wear, considering his arrival here was right after he'd been gunned down with eight shots, knowing that all of his friends had died before him, save for Grantaire. But he IS here, and obviously startled, and in pain though he is, there is a bemused expression on his face as he peers out skeptically at the new technology, not entirely sure he understands the explanation he was given, but willing to make the attempt at mastering it, if this is how communication on this strange new island works.]

Greetings, those of you who are seeing this. I am...not quite sure of how I might address people I have not seen when I attempt to speak to them. The progress of the keedans seems to be above that of man where I am from to have wrought such an invention as THIS and the things it allows us now.

I am Enjolras and I have come from Paris, at the hour of what I thought to be my death in 1832, and instead have been installed here by some means I cannot fully comprehend. In that life, I wrote, and read the law in hope of practicing one day. [Best not to mention what else he did in a place the mysterious Emperor might see it. He mistrusts this figure already for being what he is.]

In this new one, I am not fully certain of what I shall do, but I have seen the other on this island making postings of all sorts and thought that I should speak as well. I am told that seeking a job here is quite important, but tell me what there is most need of, and I shall gladly apply there if they will have me do so, and if there are others I might speak to who know more of the world whence I came?

[And he is frowning, deeply, troubled by some stray thought perhaps, as the video feed shuts off, leaving him remaining there in his suite, pensive.]

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[solo_patria]

Then I shall do so, of course.

[As for that? It may actually be a good idea if he could procure it. Enjolras does not have much experience with alcohol withdrawal or knowledge of it, but he DOES realize that the process must be done carefully. Grantaire is past the danger stages, he'd surmise from what the others have mentioned but if a bit may improve his comfort levels...]

I can speak to our poet about that. He has been with you and has a better understanding of exactly what it would be best to find.

[And Enjolras is studying Grantaire's face a moment, certain that he must be shocked by it.].

I disliked your...excesses but the case is different here. If a small bit allows you some measure of peace while you are working to stop the worst of it, it would be wrong to deny you that comfort.

[cynisme]

Should you speak to our poet of it, you will find only poetry and no true substance.

[ But this isn't the first time since the rationing began that he and Enjolras had discussed such thing, and that truth worries him more than his own illness and pallor. What would be surprise in being humored is eclipsed by this worry.

It's strange, to worry about the well-being of another. He would be surprised if he gave it a thought in that moment, that he even felt it strange. It was though, and foreign, despite the last few months of his life and death. Enjolras, there would never be a moment when his own reactions to the man didn't in some way surprise him. ]

Come, why do you not recall the hell I have been dragged through as of late, truly?

[solo_patria]

Oh, even in such things as earthly as this? I must admit I have a few doubts there.

[Enjolras's expression turns serious, perhaps a little sad, even for him, as he tries to consider the best answer, based on what he has been told.]

They say that I have been here before, but I do not remember it in any detail at all. I do not know what happened, but I was retrieved and seen back home. Perhaps those memories will return in time, but as it stands, the last that I recall...

[Is holding Grantaire's hand as the national guard took aim. He sees it a little, when he looks at Grantaire now, but it is better in the console than it will be in person, doubtlessly.]

I recall you lending me courage to remain steadfast in front of them.

[Is that a wrong thing to say? He is not certain these days. But he is trying anyway.]

But please, tell me more of your days here instead of things I DO recall offhand.

[He owes Grantaire at least this much, to listen to him now.]

[cynisme]

[ If this were a different place, a different time, perhaps he would have more to say. Then again, he had never been as able to rattle on to Enjolras' ears, when his words would catch in his throat and strip down to pure honest sentiment.

He wishes more than ever that he had drink to quench the knot in his stomach that Enjolras put there and always seemed to tighten with each passing glance. ]

Come see me if you dare look unto the face of a deep thirst. I would like nothing more than to talk to you.

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[solo_patria]

[And what might that deep thirst be FOR, exactly, Grantaire? Either way, Enjolras is nodding, and then standing.] That much I think I can manage just now. I will be...not long.

[And not very much later, he is knocking on the door at the address he has been given for Grantaire]