September 20th, 2013

philosophe: (oh nooooo :c)
[personal profile] philosophe
[It's a pretty normal, sunny day on the back of a giant turtle... That is, until an explosion rocks the Fire Sector. And it's not even like, a normal, mildly alarming, muffled explosion coming from the Valdez household. It's a loud, deafening sound, almost like a cannon fire, coming from an open space that is really suspiciously near Leo's apartment.

In any case, what happens next is a broadcast of this certain message on the network coming from Leo's PC. Behind Leo and Combeferre is the usual mess of machine parts and sketches, except now there's a distinct black mist hovering in the room.

Leo is wearing a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. His clothes and parts of his face are covered in black soot.]


Right! So, about that explosion. Theoretically, if that happened to be caused by a super smart and tragically handsome teenager and a guy with a distinctly French accent and hailing from some ancient century, what kind of trouble will said guys theoretically get into? All theoretically, of course.


--The 19th century, it is hardly ancient. [Combeferre interjects from the background. The explosion has shaken him rather more than he would care to admit, but he’s just going to take a few deep breaths here, in an attempt to calm himself down.]

I, ah -- we were testing the mechanics of a model cannon. Theoretically. [He offers a sheepish grin.] Clearly, that attempt used far too much powder.

[Hands up in the air all pre-emptively going "hang on bros y'all gotta chill"] To be fair though, we like, totally didn't blow up an entire block, so uh, no harm done, right?

[Leo's brows furrow soon after, and he turns to Combeferre.] Hey wait, dude, did I just say "we"...?


[A tad absently:] Yes, you did. [He tries for a weak smile, though it’s pretty clear he’s not really paying attention -- especially to someone who knows him well.] I suppose the theoretical talk did not count for much, anyhow -- is there a chair about?

(OOC: Joint post from the resident mad scientists!  Leo is red, Combeferre is blue, come yell at them and get either!)
jondrette: (promise)
[personal profile] jondrette
[It has almost been a month, and already Eponine looks far better than she had when she made her first appearance on the Network. Gone are her bloody rags, replaced by clothing that, while perhaps not her preferred style, actually fit her small frame and kept her covered. There's a light in her eyes that hasn't been there before.]

I had been wandering about the other night, keeping to myself- an old habit that I cannot drop, I do love to venture out at night, to see what there is, to experience a world that no one else sees because they are asleep- and I had a thought.

I have been here near a month. A month since I could feel my life leave my body. Such a long time! But already- already here I have been happier than I can recall in nine years! Only one other time can eclipse this!

Here, I have a home, clothing, a bed. There is food and I am warm. I have my beautiful brother- and mark me, I shall not leave him again, I have promised him and I will not go back on this promise. Not again- and I have friends.

I do not suppose I have ever had a true friend until I came here.

Death is by far one of the more grand things that has ever happened to me! To think-- no. I shall tell you, if you are listening, that I am happy here. Happier than I have ever deserved!

[She pauses for a moment, looking off to the side of the screen, and frowning.] Perhaps Enjolras is right. It is stupid to do these things so late at night. Forgive me. I have made a fool of myself yet again.