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[jondrette]

[The box-- a computer, she was told, is omitting some sort of light, and Eponine looks at it, her face angled away, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. She doesn't trust it. But, she was told, that was how you communicated here. When you didn't find people face to face. Reaching out, she raps her hand against the screen, gasping at the hollow sound.] So strange, this computer! I don't understand it. There isn't anything like this in Paris, yet here… In this strange sort of city-- I was told it is not heaven or the hell that I deserve, but rather a city in the In Between. I can only liken it to purgatory, which is better than what I expected. [Her voice is low and hoarse, not fitting for the seventeen-year-old girl that she is at all. Then again, her age is hard to pinpoint in and of itself.]

I'm dead. They said perhaps I was, but I know better. I remember life leaving my body, and… [She pauses, looking away, her eyes fixed at a far-off point, the ghost of a smile forming on her lips.] and I remember his lips pressed against my forehead as I passed. Oh, I am dead, don't try to tell me that I am not, whomever it is I'm speaking to. It's so strange, I'm speaking into a box, and others are supposed to hear me! [She tosses her head back and laughs.]

What a strange, strange world this is. Heaven or Hell or In Between, perhaps it is all the same. They said it was an In Between. Why am I not in hell? All who know me know that's where I belong. I do not belong here, and yet, [she gestures.] here I am. Is it not a wonder?

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[poeticverses]

Oh.

[Jehan blinks at the screen]

You've returned, mademoiselle.

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[solo_patria]

[And have an Enjolras who, though he hardly remembers this girl in life, not enough to know her by name at any rate, had watched her falling at the barricades, and honored her sacrifice then and there. He must say something to her, surely, but the thought of what is somehow difficult. Still.]

And I have died and been brought here as well, mademoiselle and can understand it no better than you. I too deserved...far different from what I got here.

[He had condemned himself and knew it so that being here still felt...quite unexpected.]

But I do not think that any such as you are deserving of Hell if God is righteous and good as they all say.

[This girl had lived in Hell already, and undeserved then as well. To send her to it after, no, that would be a greater injustice yet.]

So here we are instead, brought by caprice perhaps, but still, we live again if only for a time. You were among my barricade. If there is something I might do for you here, in dint of that, please only ask it.

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[philosophe]

[If she has returned, Combeferre has not noticed it, but he may have been lost in his studies or otherwise occupied during her residence in Keeliai. So he blinks a little at the screen, considering. The girl looks familiar, one of the half-remembered girls he would walk by in the alleys, sometimes leave some bread or some coins for.

He does not quite remember her death, either, he was tending to the wounded at the time; though in truth it is hard to recall much of that except blood and gunfire, even now. So he gives her a quick, curious smile after a moment, and a nod.]

I think I have seen you before, mademoiselle, in Paris. Are you from there?

[bacondivination]

Hell is wildly overrated. Tacky, garish decor, and you'd not believe the idiocy they get to. Try this pseudo-limbo turtle for a while, you might just come to like it.

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[inseine]

[Ah. It's this girl.

It takes Javert a moment to pinpoint exactly why her face is familiar. Then he recalls - Patron-Minette, the Thénardier girl, alias Jondrette. The last he saw of her, she was dead in a heap along that back alley where that ex-convict...

She was here before, he recalls dimly. It was before the episode with Malicant. Before the decreed palace security investigations, and possibly before the rationing. Like the blond insurgent boy, a quick look over the previous replies tells him that she has no memory of ever coming to Tu Vishan before.

How many times has his own body and mind come here, only to melt into the ocean and resurface again? Would it add another three deaths to his list of 'experienced' drownings, whether they were real or not?

His response is flat - nearly coy, for a man that is often mistaken as humorless - but the low, hard, and cold timbre of his voice should strike a terrible chord of familiarity in Éponine.]

Don't let the handsome looks of this city dupe you. You are in Hell. Or on the road to it.

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[saisamour]

[And here is one (1) Marius Pontmercy just having left Courfeyrac's tree house and striding in the direction of the Earth Sector's Free Clinic, as overseen by the good M. Amon. He appears inattentive, as always, but there is a lightness to his steps and a spark in his eyes that tells any passers-by that he is having only the most beautiful of daydreams.

And, well, being in a state of daydreaming, he walks right past Eponine, wherever she is (for it is very likely that he is hardly paying any attention to where he is heading, too), almost brushing against her but without as much as a glance in her direction.]

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[lostundercover]

What do you mean you're dead?