[Video] Fashion Disaster

[vivelavenir]

[In light of all this... mess, really, going on with everyone's minds (it did seem to be contagious), perhaps now was not the time to explore new things. Perhaps now was the time to really hold in place what one's personality ought to be, and to cling to it.

Despite that, Jehan and Courfeyrac have decided upon now to finally take the foray into modern fashion. Jehan can't say he's thrilled with the result, but the clothing items they have lifted from the Cyllene at least fit... for the most part.

Being rather dismal with technology still, he'd meant to put in a call to Combeferre, whom he thought might be amused with the antics (...and might tell them what he planned to do with those dresses, finally.)

Instead, network, have a man in his early twenties, from 1832, in front of the camera wearing a streamlined, white jacket. Which might not have been so bad, if he had not insisted on wearing it with a bright tie, which he had fashioned into a bow around his neck.

Courfeyrac had done... something to his hair, with some form of goo he'd found in one of the bathrooms on the other ship, and he had not liked it. It was sticky. He'd tried to comb it out with his hands, and the result was that it now more-or-less stood straight up, tilted to the side violently, and had frozen like that, as if in shock.]

Is this-- is it recording?

[A pause.

He had no time to be embarrassed. He had a few questions.]

This is absurd. The buttons on these costumes-- they have no button holes, the half of them. Are they meant to connect to nothing?

[In his attempt to figure out why on earth a jacket would have buttons that were only for show, he's fastened two into the same hole, in a few places; with a herculean amount of effort.]

And some of these pockets are stitched shut.

Is all clothing like this, past our day? Do men really wear pants quite so tight; and how do you go about fitting suspenders onto pants that have no buttons in the back?

[He has figured belts... to an extent. As the pants he'd taken sat much lower than he was used to, he'd used the belt to fasten them nearly to his waist, putting it through only one loop and pulling tight. Over the jacket.

The result is more or less a disaster, and he'd readily admit it leaned towards more; the clothes simply didn't make sense.]

Really, I cannot say I imagine I am wearing this... absolutely correctly. But is it made correctly? These are pieces we have found, and I've seen all manner of clothing on board this vessel.

Are such things really comfortable? I can't say they seem useful, exactly...

Are all pockets in the future stitched shut?

[Someone has to ask the Serious Questions, Tranquility.]

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[vivelavenir]

[Stooping forward, he went to pour the tea; again, the way Albert had instructed him it ought to be done, as the drink wasn't especially common in his day, much less in this form.]

Then; when you look ahead, to the future, what is it you see? Or wish to see?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She takes her cup, and holds it for a moment, then sets it down to write]

To something better.

You said you had something to show me?

[vivelavenir]

Still-- if you are willing, I'd like to hear it. Your version of 'something better'.

[He often found that people were lightly defined by their hopes, in such a way.

A pause then, before his face lit up, an impish look in his eye.]

Ah! You are seeing it already, but do not know that you are.

[majestyofthethrone]

A ship that doesn't try to kill us. A month without being terrified all the time.

[She looks at him, reaches over, touches his hair a bit, to make sure, tilts her head, no, no she doesn't-]

[vivelavenir]

Oh.

[Expression falling a little bit, he took a breath; ten decided that it might cheer her up to show her.

So, with a gesture; mildly flustered at the touch to his hair, which at least is so longer hard enough to commit a murder by; he proffers a patch of grass that looks a little mottled, and tilled.]

On board the Cyllene, my friend and I found fresh fruit. Which means, willing seeds. There's no fruit here, and so; we've planted them. A little plot of garden, to see if any of what we found can bloom into bushes, or trees. It may take quite a while... but it is something to look forward to, should it work.

[majestyofthethrone]

[There's a brightening, there, to her face, because, well.

The only real fruit tree is the apple tree Chase is buried under, and that's sad on a different level]

Has anything come up yet?

[vivelavenir]

[He's fond of that tree, though he hardly knows its story.]

No, not yet. I've only just planted. If you'd be willing, will you tend to the plot with me?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She nods. Yes, of course she will.]

[vivelavenir]

Then, let me pour a second up, and we will toast to it.

[He went about that quickly now.]

[majestyofthethrone]

[She takes that cup and lifts it, and when he's ready, she hits it slightly with her own, and takes a sip.]

[vivelavenir]

[He laughed softly and took a sip, biting his lip thereafter, and posing sheepishly,]

I hope it isn't too off? It was my first time making it, though I have seen it done.

[majestyofthethrone]

[She looks at him a little incredulously -]

Who takes care of you, Jehan? Do you have a girlfriend who keeps you watered and fed?

[vivelavenir]

[And it's good that he's done with the sip, or he might have well choked on it.

How to answer that?]

I-- well. No.

[Red: the colour of his face.]

Nothing like that. Do-- I. Seem so foppish as all that? I am an adult, and a man. I care for myself. Though I do have friends and dear ones on board.

oh my god how cute is he

[majestyofthethrone]

[She covers her mouth with her hand as if she could make a noise, but then she moves it and she's smiling.]

No, but you said you've never made tea, I thought everyone knew how to do that.

afuhiae he's quite manly I think you mean X'D

[vivelavenir]

A-ah. Well. Tea is not so popular, or regular, where I am from.

[A pause, a little ashamed to admit further;]

...And for the most part, I did not see to my own meals, at home.

yes of course

[majestyofthethrone]

Don't worry, it's very good.

[She takes another sip to prove it.]

[vivelavenir]

[He snorted softly into his collar.]

If you change your mind on that, there is chocolate.

Now then, though. We've spoken a fair number of times and I'm afraid I still know very little about yourself, Seraphim. I wonder; have any from your world come aboard?

[Since she had mentioned caretakers a moment ago, and said she had them, yesterday.]

[majestyofthethrone]

[She shakes her head. No, no one from home, not her twin, not her friends, especially not her mother-]

No one from home that I know, anyway. Maybe someone I don't know if here.

[vivelavenir]

[He won't press that; it would seem a melancholic topic, and he's aware that she is more optimistic than backwards-focusing.]

But you said you have a great many friends to look after you?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She nods.]

Remus, and Sirius, and Dean. I met them all here.

[vivelavenir]

I cannot say I know the others well, but Remus is a good man. He's very kind. I've no doubt you're in the best of company, then.

[majestyofthethrone]

[She nods again, and - oh, a pause, and she writes quickly]

Sirius can be kind, but he's a little bit jealous of you, I think.

[vivelavenir]

[And up his brows go, so high they are attempting to nestle into his hairline.]

Of me? I've really-- that is. I've only just been acquainted with him.

[majestyofthethrone]

Well, it's not really about you, it's about Remus and...me.

[Red: the color of her face.]

[vivelavenir]

[For a moment, he'd really been quite certain the only thing Sirius might have been jealous of was his hair; because, well... Remus had said he was fond of getting it... big. Or somesuch. Perhaps Courfeyrac? But that seemed... well, not totally likely either.

At the new information, he doesn't look any less lost.]

It's about you and Remus? I was not even aware you two were acquainted. ...Have I been of offense somehow?