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[All right. Well. He has somehow made it through the process of being shuffled along to gather his clothes, which smell like prison, and Carton's, which smell like whiskey, and Charles is hardly sure which is worse, though he takes a certain perverse comfort in the latter, or he would if he had some idea of what was really going on. When the feed opens, he is starring into it, taking a few moments to gather his thoughts. He realizes it is on, but...as far as what to say...The expression in his eyes is particularly shell shocked at first, and he is ducking his head after about a minute of this.]

I...forgive me. We have nothing like this where I am from, and men have never even heard of... I'm certain I'll adjust in time if all of you will just bear with me as I...

[Charles is pausing again, appears to be considering what to say, and then laughs, trying his best to be friendly, and to put a brave face on things.]

Well! In other situations like this, I found myself quite alone. It's been a while since I've been around people and I think I'm out of practice. If this ship IS to be my new home, and all of you my new neighbors, I suppose we ought to get to know each other.

[Here is a moment Charles has not considered before. The matter of his name and which to use now. Does he invoke his family's sins and own them, and what's happened to him? Does he lie? Cease to make things an issue?

Among the Frenchmen here, it's hard to say how one Marquis who wanted to escape it ought to fare, and it's been some time since he has even remotely liked the marquis or wanted to be him, but is it lying to conceal the truth? Well, no more lying than he's done before at any rate, and his tentative smile grows a little as he looks straight into the camera, taking a deep breath.]

My name is Charles Darnay. Is there somewhere less awkward I can speak to those of you who might like to meet in person?

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You're very accepting of the idea that we're stuck here, Mr. Darnay.

This place is...a far sight better than some others I have been in, lately. I suppose that's certainly a part of it.

Then I would hate to see what you've been through. What caused you to avoid people?

Ah, solitary confinement, of all things.

Should we worry about the reasons you found yourself in such a situation?

Not particularly? It was...I won't say it was unjust, I understand the motives of the state , but I wasn't any sort of...direct agent in the proceediings, myself. I had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the entirely wrong time is the real gist of it.

You won't say that it was unjust, but it sounds like you'd like to.

It was..I guess we can say it was political. I understanding the reasoning, even if I didn't like it and I know that those responsible for it...they weren't bad people really. The people I would BLAME are dead, so really... I understand the call for this sort of thing is...difficult.

Politics are rarely just things, I'll give you that. I suppose it doesn't matter so long as we don't have to worry about you going on a murderous rampage here.

Nothing of THAT sort, I assure you, no. Besides not wishing to do that to anyone, it would be really stupid here.

It would be easy enough to catch someone, even for a relatively poor detective.

Most certainly. And everyone would know within moments besides, I'm sure, with these devices. Not to mention it would just be WRONG. [No, he genuinely does believe this is a reason that would deter most people.] Where I am from, stealing from shipmates means the thief is handed over to the rest of the crew. The gauntlet, they call it. I can imagine we could create quite a gauntlet here as awful as that sounds.

Right and wrong are relatives. I'm surprised they haven't had more trouble of that platitude, actually.

It does seem like a very good way to make a lot of enemies very quickly, though.

I would suppose so yes, in matters of necessity alone. Wrong simply done to harm someone with no other intent though...well it may exist but I do not see the point for it myself. Exactly for that reason. That is how I nearly....or well may have...died myself, with enemies.

You don't know if you've died?

[Granted, Char doesn't either, explosions being what they are, but he's not about to announce that to a public network.]

I can't be certain. I was meant to die, my...friend had come to visit me the night before. He...there was something on a cloth, I was drugged.

I am not sure that I was killed then to deny them the satisfaction of the traitor's head before the blade, that I met the guillotine as I was, or was spirited away but I woke here. It's quite confusing, to be honest.

You don't seem to have much luck in friendships. I hope the characters you meet here are less detrimental to your health.

Not especially, no. Carton was...I'm hardly sure if he was MY friend or not, really, in the end. Or perhaps if HE was sure. Better to have the certainty of others here. I think. Thank you.

Better to have the certainty of others anywhere, so long as you understand them.

Something quite along those lines. indeed. Understanding tends to be far better.

And sometimes very difficult.

Quite. Particularly in a new place such as this. I suppose that I can learn but it will take a bit.

Human beings are nothing if not adaptable.

Indeed! I think we've all learned that from being here.

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