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[It has been some time since he properly arrived. He has taken the time to get somewhat settled, to find his clothes and try and recover from his last memories of home. In that time, he has figured out the comms -- at the very least, the voice and video functions, and so there is little fumbling once he flicks on the switch. (He thinks, for a moment, of Combeferre -- he would have loved all this place had to offer.)

The young man looks -- tired, overall, though clean and reasonably clean-shaven. There is a spark of fire in his eyes, though at the moment it is understandably dampened. When he finally speaks, it is obvious he is expecting answers, voice curt and given to speaking orders --but he is certainly not a military man and his voice is tinged with a soft French accent.]

Information would be appreciated. I would care to know if my friends are here. They would be about my age, no more than ten of them, speaking of Les Amis de l'ABC. They are called Courfeyrac, perhaps Combeferre or Grantaire. Does anyone aboard this ship have news of them?

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[Les Miserables. First Sherlock Holmes and now Les Mis, why is the creepy space hell where all of her loves come to life.]

There's something distinctly unfair about this.

Anyway, I'm sure you've gotten plenty of responses about your friends, so I'll ask if there's anything else you're curious about, monsieur.

[WHY ARE ALL THESE LADIES IN LOVE WITH HIM HE HAS NEVER ONCE SEEN THEM IN HIS LIFE. :C

In any case, he is not accustomed to conversing with ladies all that much, but he hasn't failed miserably yet. So let's hope he continues in this vein.]

I have, and I have in fact found one of them. I -- am simply trying to settle in, for the most part, mademoiselle, you do not need to concern yourself with me.

[BECAUSE YOU ARE A FLAWLESS PERSON--in her books and plays at least.

but yes good. she'll be nicer than usual, because someone came straight out of a musical/book and into her life.]

Consider me not particularly concerned.

[that is honest. sorry, she's pragmatic at best.]

I didn't offer out of politeness, though. Discussing the situation we're in isn't a waste of time, in my experience.

[Well, that IS true, but he doesn't quite make the connection. He nods, in any case, satisfied.]

I do not know what to make of it. It is ....certainly not what I was expecting, after the barricades. [He doesn't know what he was expecting, really. Perhaps the afterlife? Perhaps nothing? He never said he was a good Catholic.]

[well hey, there's a good canonpoint. Now Donna, no Fourth Walling the fictional characters, you are better than Mike Ross.

So hey, she can feign interest with the best of them.]

The barricades? Sounds like things were a bit rough even before you got here.

[THE BEST. Complete with PTSD and guilt and crushing angst.

But at least she's gotten him on a subject he likes, anyway.]

My friends and I were fighting for the Republic, mademoiselle.

[aw yes crushing angst.

every attractive frenchman needs some. but wow okay enthusiasm. that worked, she can work with this. if her history doesn't fail her.]

A noble cause. You didn't happen to get to see the...end of said battle at the barricade?

[just how much ptsd do you have--]

[THE ANSWER THERE IS A LOT. --His face falters for a moment, and he looks away from the camera. There is a long pause, lost in memories and Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Joly and then the muskets, a new dawn, and Grantaire at the last -- he shakes his head roughly, and his voice is gruff.]

I did. It was not pleasant.

[...oh no, fictional character from an admittedly sad play, you are breaking her heart.

.............ouch. She purses her lips, humming lightly in an effort to not seem bothered.]

Sounds unpleasant. Well, I can't offer you information on your friends, and I can't help out with the barricades.

But being useless doesn't suit me well [she wrinkles her nose at the thought] so maybe I'll fall into the habit there seems to be here of offering alcohol.

I very rarely drink, mademoiselle. But it would be welcome, at this time.

Don't worry--no throwing up on my watch,

Seems like you could use it, with all of that going on. Out of the goodness of my heart.

[and her love for. les mis.]

Where shall I meet you? I must confess I do not know my way here.

[She tilts her head in a moment's pondering, but she doesn't need to give it more than a moment.]

I don't suppose you're in your room?

I am, as a matter of fact.

Great. Then with the help of these nifty stalker-numbers, I'll come show you the way.

How does that sound, monsieur?

[Well, that's somewhat creepy, but -- what about this place isn't creepy, really.]

Very well.

[isn't it just?

though she's happy to do that, heels click-clicking with her confident stride as she makes her way right over to that room.

But no really, stalker-numbers. But in brighter news, she knows where everyone lives now. If that can be considered brighter. Knock knock knock?]

[Enjolras answers at the knock, then, and gives her a short, if slightly awkward bow. Ladies are not exactly something he is accustomed to, but he will deal with that as it comes.]

Mademoiselle.

[oh no look at the squishy french freedom fighter, slightly awkward around ladies--

she is smiling, amused.]

Hi.

Shall we? I figure I can fill you in on the lesser known details while we go, and then we can see if space alcohol is still terrible. Haven't tried the wine yet.

[HE IS NOT SQUISHY he is an angel of the republic thank you very much.]

I -- yes, let us go.

[a squishy angel of the republic. But the awkward is really endearing; she's considering looping arms with him just to see how he'd react.

Considering.]

There's no need to be so nervous--I won't bite.

[Your answer there would just be even more awkward. He is even worse with ladies than he is with children. LADIES ARE NOT A THING WHEN ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS FRANCE.]

I am not nervous, simply -- unused to this sort of thing.

'This sort of thing'?

[okay she'll put it off for the poor guy's sake. But she's just. Going to wave a hand at the two of them and then the ship itself.]

Space hell? Drinks? Women?

All of those save drinks, I am afraid.

[...babby french revolutionary. O h.]

Well, we're widening your experiences then. It'll be for the better.

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