[This comes from username "etliberte"]

I want to tell you all about my friends. I'm typing this so it'll stay around. Especially for the people who were on the ship. My friends stayed behind to make sure we actually got away. They died so the rest of us would have a chance.

Jean Prouvaire
Ambrose Bahorel
Guillaume Feuilly

Jehan was a poet. And a student. Most of the people at the barricades were students, but they didn't want to learn nearly as much about as many topics as him. He hated the way things were for women and children in Paris. He loved the very idea of love. He had dreams.

Ambrose studied law, but endeavoured to never become a lawyer. He won't have to worry about that now. He loved bold fashion. He loved to be bold about everything. He was never one to hesitate.

Guillaume wasn't a student at all, he worked making fans. He was a man of the people and wanted them all to see that there could be a better world. He carved Vivent les peuples into the wall of the cafe where we used to meet.

Maybe you didn't know them. But I did. And they died for all of us.
 
 
15 June 2015 @ 04:45 pm
[Serah's face comes in way too close for comfort, if only for a second, before she sets the camera down on a table, propped up, to offer a waist-up shot of her. Offering a smile, she waves.]

I hope everyone can see me. I haven't used the video option much, but we had similar technology on Cocoon. [Her hands intertwine in front of her.]

My name is Serah Farron, and I got here on the jump before the last one. A few of you had talked to me, but I figured I should introduce myself.

Back home, on Cocoon--well, Gran Pulse, I guess, but that's not important--I was a teacher. I don't think we have much of a school set up here, and I know most of us have jobs, but I wouldn't mind teaching anyone up to high school subjects if they wanted it, and I could teach survival tactics as well, but I'm not sure if they'd be useful in space.. I was a jack-of-all-trades teacher since I was the only one in my village, and I don't have any official certification, but I think I can handle it.

[Her smile grows brighter. She's not sure if anyone will take the offer, but she's always willing. It would bring some sense of normalcy, here.]

Also, I'd like to get a job in support or security, if there's any need. Thank you for listening!

[And with a wave and then darkness mixed with the sound of jostling, the feed turns off]
 
 
08 March 2015 @ 05:14 pm
[The moment the feed turns on Chuck can be seen in one very specific kitchen of Tranquility version of The Pie hole, at least for people familiar with it which she figures aren't many people lately with how people coming and going, hence this very special announcement!]

You know, I think it's been a while since I addressed the network like this but I figured now was a good time as any since the jump is over, so hi! [Chuck smiles brightly, waving briefly at the feed]

If we haven't or spoken before, my name is Chuck and well the reason for this is well— this is the Pie Hole, the space edition. [She glances backwards panning the video feed so that everyone gets a look at the place, the pies on the counter clearly visible before she turns it back to herself] My boyfriend Ned, he was the one who set this up several months ago and though he's been gone, I've been keeping up with it here too since it was kind of like home away from home— which okay, I know it's pretty cheesy but I helped him with his pieshop back home too.

I knew that some people already knew about but with people coming and going every jump, I figured I would spread the word a little for anyone interested. We're located just adjacent to the Oxygen Gardens so it's hard to miss. Anyone is welcome to drop by or even contact me and leave a request if you want something in the form of a personal delivery.

Speaking of which, here's a question for everyone: What is your favourite flavor of pie? I feel like the menu could use a few more options and I'm curious if you have a preference for any particular kind.
 
 
11 February 2015 @ 09:33 pm
[The face of a young boy sitting quite casually in one of the shuttles appears on the screen. All the steady eating has brought his apparent age closer to nine or ten, even if he's really probably thirteen.]

For the new people, my name's Gavroche. I work down in the shuttle bay. Everyone needs to help out on board. If you want to learn about fixing the shuttles, I can show you all about it.

[19th century street urchins are the obvious experts]

If you want to actually learn to fly them you should talk to Monsieur Wash, his number's CFO» 023 » 064. He's the one to talk to about actually joining up, too.

[He's about to hang up when he remembers one more thing]

Oh! I noticed there were an awful lot of new kids this jump. We should stick together.
 
 
24 November 2014 @ 06:35 pm
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Now that it seems the halls are no longer full of sleepwalkers engaging in bloodsport... it seems like many of the people who have joined departments had occupations or skills from home that made one a natural fit over the others. Did anyone pick up something entirely from scratch?
 
 
23 August 2014 @ 12:15 am
[It's not cholera, he knows that much. Gavroche isn't sure what to do about being sick. Seeing doctors and getting medicine wasn't for people like him, it doens't even cross his mind that he could now.

He has one blanket wrapped around himself, but even in clothes without holes, he's still cold. And he's lost weight that he really can't afford to lose.]


Does anybody have an extra blanket I could use for a while?

[So cold]

This is spreading fast, even with all this empty space. Pardi, if it gets much worse we're all in trouble. If... people start dying with so many already sick.
 
 
21 August 2014 @ 01:50 am
[ katniss is restless with illness, crabby with it. she wants to do something to get her out of her head, but she's worked herself too much already today, knows she's reaching a point where pushing through will only make her worse, not better. so she rests in bed, and tries to find something to talk about. she's not very good at small talk, often only exchanges a couple of words and then considers the conversation over, but there's one thing she could listen to people talk about forever. ]

Would anyone like to tell me about their favourite foods?

[ voice, because she still finds texting too fiddly. after a pause, she adds an addendum: ]

Be as detailed as you'd like.
 
 
21 July 2014 @ 12:10 am
[The video feed opens on a Combeferre who is grinning slightly idiotically. It’s a different look for in public spaces, honestly. Jehan and Courfeyrac may recognize it, but they are the only ones from home who do . Clearing his throat, he begins to speak after a bit more of setting up.]

I have rather an important bit of news to share with everyone, particularly those of you who were so good as to help me see the way out of tiptoeing around the truth.

So good to help! [That would be another voice, low in pitch and gravely.] Michel! To whom are you addressing? Tell me it was Jean and Reynaud, and no other. [By now, a rather small girl, a few years younger than Combeferre has made her presence known, frowning at the screen. Say hello to Eponine, everyone.]
announcements, cuteness and wayward chairs! )
 
 
Current Mood: cheerful
 
 
Sweet Tranquility;

Your company is requested on a perilous journey! one that songs would have been written on if we had a bard or a poet in our company.

it is an important mission; to go to the heart of the gardens and pick berries.

the necessary equipment is as follows;

- baskets

- a song to sing for the walk would be quite long.

- a mood which would suit such a task as berry picking.

I shall be most grateful to have your company.

Lucrezia Borgia;
 
 
01 April 2014 @ 10:15 pm
[ elizabeth is seated, and can be seen plucking curiously at the strings of an instrument she has never seen before. it appears similar to the lute, but much larger. this is the first time she has ever seen a guitar. looking over, she notices that her comm is finally broadcasting. yay!

she effects her usual smile, appearing nothing other than cheerful. the strength of the mark she wears is improving here. ]


There is a saying that goes somewhat like this: Ubi bene, ibi patria. In other words, where one feels at ease, there is their country. I have wondered, if that is so for the rest of you. Or if perhaps some of you feel more at ease here than whence you hail from.

[ she is getting to a point, promise. ]

Happiness can be such an abstract concept. Yet I find it possible to find here more so than at Court.

But there is another saying: Aliis si licet, tibi non licet. Simply because others are permitted something does not mean that you are.

Thus if you are not permitted to be happy, what are the permissible steps to take in order to acquire what little joy which may be found?