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[This is a far more serious and somber looking Courfeyrac than what the network has seen of him lately. Still, with everything going on, he just can't leave this without comment. He's in his room in the Wood sector, but there are things around that don't quite fit in with his sense of decor.]

With much of what's going on, with what happened to the Emperor and everything, there's bound to be confusion everywhere... however, for those of you that knew-- know him...

It would appear that Jehan Prouvaire has left the turtle-- I stopped by yesterday to check on him and he was no longer there. There were gifts in his apartment that I will distribute for Christmas...

[He forces a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and lets out a dry laugh.]

There's not much good news around here lately, is there?

poeticverses

[Here's a seldom seen face on the network. Jehan's been sick and it shows--he's paler than normal and he sounds a little stuffy.

(The illness was actually convenient. He hasn't been feeling very sociable and this gave him a very good reason to not be sociable.)

But he is feeling better and he supposes he'd best let whoever may have been looking for him know, as well as see who all has shown up in his absence. In the background, you can hear his panpipes playing 19th century Christmas carols]

I had forgotten that simply because I am indisposed does not mean that the world at large is equally indisposed. I have been largely unavailable for the last month, for reasons I suspect are obvious [and here he turns to cough] and I am afraid I have no idea where we are or what has happened. Would anyone be so kind as to, ah, inform me?

For those who may have joined us in the last month, or for those who may have forgotten my face, I am Jean Prouvaire, formerly of Paris.

lecentre

It's quite upsetting, I believe...

[He pauses for a long moment, thoughtful, before sighing. Courfeyrac has painted a cat's nose on his and whiskers... And has somehow managed to procure a pair of cat ears.]

I may not understand this supposed modern concept of Hallow's Eve... But I am thoroughly depressed that my greatest disguise was the woman's body I found myself with just one month ago. I'm afraid nothing can ever quite live up to that again.

[Wrinkling his nose thoughtfully, he scratches just above the paint and shrugs.]

Regardless, I'll just have to try harder from now on. Nothing ever goes quite like it should, does it?

lecentre

[This is perhaps the most Courfeyrac has been on the network since arriving. And it's as a woman, no less.]

I've been confined to my room by my dear friend for the moment... To protect my modesty or something of the sort. Still, it seems such a shame to not share this with the rest of you and therefore...

I am giving ample warning and a good moment's pause before I share what I feel must be shared before I lose it. You've been warned.

[And true to his-- her-- word, there's a few minutes before she's lifting her top and flashing the network a glimpse of her lacy bra, a big grin on her lips.]

They're just perfect, wouldn't you agree?

lecentre

[There's a lady in an oversized man's shirt sitting in front of the video, grinning. Twirling her hair around her finger. Occasionally inspecting her own appearance vainly.]

This is certainly not how I expected to wake up today... But it could be fun, couldn't it? I can't possibly imagine another opportunity to see what it's like to be a lady, though I'm certain I'll be positively horrible at it. This answers those "if you were a lady for a day what would you do" questions, doesn't it?

[She lifts her arms above her, stretching while watching the feed still.]

Not a look I'd like to keep, mind you, but I can deal with it for now~

[With a wink and lick of her lips, she leans in and cuts the feed off. Courfeyrac is perhaps a bit too excited to be a lady.]

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[During the event, Courfeyrac's going to be wandering around quite a bit. This is the most he-- she's actually been out and about in a while. And she'll be flirting with anyone she can. Feel free to run into her...

However, for one Marius Pontmercy, he may notice a lady coming out of Courfeyrac's room in nothing but Courfeyrac's top and heading over to the kitchen for breakfast on that first morning.]

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!)

lecentre

[Hello Turtle. This is a face that hasn't been over the communicators often at all... And hasn't really been out and about in the past two months. He's well dressed enough, but the circles under his eyes suggest he hasn't had a decent night's sleep in a while.

He smiles, an action that doesn't quite make it to his eyes, and tips his hat.]

It's been brought to my attention that I've been rather... Anti-social... as of late.

[He laughs, a hollow sound.]

This, my friends, is my attempt to fix that.

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.]

Current Mood: contemplative

poeticverses

[This takes place after they've been in the warm waters for a bit.

This is the most excited, happy Jehan you have ever seen. Someone heard from a kedan about the water and he's ecstatic. He's from Cannes, from the shore. He's missed going to the beach, and now he gets to.

He's in R's suite, so you might hear the drunk bitching about an overly excited puppy of a poet, but Jehan does not care. He does not care at all.]

We, apparently, are now in the warmest waters the kedan have ever seen, and they are a wonderful, clear blue. Therefore, I am insisting that all of our friends join Grantaire, Bryn, and myself for a trip down to the edge for swimming. We will be leaving as soon as we've supplies for a full day at the edge. If you'd like to join us, please meet us in the Wood Sector.

[He grins and starts to shut off the feed before remembering something. He blushes]

Ah...with the reprieve we've been granted, it might quickly become...indecent for young children or particularly gentle women. Just...as a warning.

[The modifier on "women" is because of Bryn. Jehan shuts the feed off, yelling something off screen at R.]

((ooc: This is going in a separate log here in a second because there is going to be alcohol, smoking, and likely nakedness because men didn't have actual "swimsuits" until the 1840s and these guys predate that. So.))

poeticverses

[Compared to Jehan's last post a week or so ago, he looks much better. He's slept, he's eaten, and he's up for trying to interact with people again. He smiles a bit shyly when the feed clicks on, blushing as he usually is]

I wanted to apologize if my...behavior last month upset anyone. I was not feeling well and wasn't thinking clearly. I hope that anyone I upset or worried can forgive me. Ah...and I wanted to thank everyone who offered assistance. I am--it was greatly appreciated.

[Understatement of the centuries. This is followed by some private messages, all of which are absurdly easy to crack. The guy's from 1832. He's just happy he can make the private.]

[Original Amis sans Marius]

[The smile's gone, and Jehan is serious]

I wanted to...to remind everyone that should you feel as I did last month I am here to listen or talk or simply keep you company. I know what happens when you shut yourself away, now. I do not want that to happen to any of you.

[Dorian Gray]

[Shyly:]

Is it too late to accept your offer of that flute, Dorian?

lecentre

[Contrary to his usual charming self, Courfeyrac looks nearly heartbroken as he faces the feed.]

I lost it. I already lost it and I don't know how I'm going to replace it. Surely I cannot charm my way into another hat... And I'm not entirely certain I wish to! This one I had deemed my lucky one until I could find one more of my fashion in this place!

[He sighs and dramatically slumps, burying his face in his hands.]

And here I had dared to believe my luck had changed here.

cynisme

[The picture presented to the network might be jarring to anyone who knows Grantaire, who would rather drink and keep himself occupied rather than tidy, whether it be with reading or with simply being lost in thought. No, the room around him is orderly, at least more than it usually is, with papers neatly piled and bottles all in one corner, and clothes in one place, all recently washed. Grantaire himself is sitting with his feet up on the table (his pink, scrubbed clean feet), in his newly cleaned dressing gown, positively glowing. Literally, much more than metaphorically, because he has never been this clean in his life. Emotionally, he looks rather like a wet, grumpy cat, with his hair towel-dried and even his teeth brushed.

Well, at least he has his friend the bottle of wine at his disposal, and he's already spilled a drop on his dressing gown.]

Let the entirety of La Tortue know that Bryn Zethir is a horrid woman who will make you tidy up if you let her play at Saint George. It's a shame she's great company otherwise.

virginprice

[It's late at night and Alcuin is sitting at his console, wrapped up in a cozy charcoal-coloured dressing gown, a cup of tea resting just in front of him. He looks tired, his hair in a bit of a tangle. He was sleeping, after all.]

Is there anyone else about who keeps such late hours? I find myself in need of a bit of conversation, if there is. Come, tell me something interesting.

lecentre

[Courfeyrac, despite looking worse for wear (to say the very least), fixes the feed with his most charming smile. Is it possible to look so dashing when so tattered? He somehow makes it possible. His voice is light and friendly when he speaks up.]

Good morning. I have a very important question if someone would be kind enough to answer.

[He leans in conspiratorially, lips quirking just a bit. He's obviously in pain, but doing his best to cover that and his confusion up.]

Anyone here able to find me a nice hat? I seem to have misplaced my last one and it would be a shame for my head to be bare during my stay.

[He leans back with a stretch, and perhaps a wince at that if you’re watching carefully enough. (Who are we kidding, it's extremely obvious at this point.)]

I shall eagerly await a response. Until then, it’s most certainly a pleasure to meet all of you. [He pauses, trying to figure out if he should say more or not, before he decides:] And if any of my friends are around... Well...

[He cuts off there, not knowing exactly what else to say, so he opts to say nothing at all.

ironwood

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