001 -- mixed messages

[jondrette]

[backdated to shortly after the jump]

[The feed starts as an audio post, with the occasional clicking of the keys, with long drawn out pauses between them, and the occasional 'hmm' and other such utterances, sometimes of irritation. After a few minutes, there's another pause.] No- that's not right, where are the words?

[The voice is low and hoarse. A smoker's voice, if you will. But it's female. There are a few more noises as Eponine clicks around on her device. Then, her face comes into frame, close-up on her eyes and forehead, her dark eyes narrowed as she looks at the screen, her brow creased.]

No, no, it's supposed to be the words. [She doesn't even realize it's on video yet. It's only when she takes sight of her own eyes that she gasps and pulls the device away from her, so that the audience can better see her face. Pursing her lips, she reaches a hand up and brushes her hair back behind her ear. Then, she smiles at the "reflection".] A strange sort of mirror... [She mutters again, before the screen goes blank.]

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[voice - private]

[ryuuzaki]

It's not a mirror. Do you not remember how to use it?

[voice - private]

[jondrette]

[WOAH there is a VOICE.]

...Device? Is that you speaking to me?

[voice - private]

[ryuuzaki]

[Now he sounds like he's trying to be patient.]

No. Yes. In a manner of speaking.

This is a network communication device. It's like you've sent a letter.

[voice - private]

[jondrette]

[You know the tutorial or whatever they were supposed to have? She skipped it. Technology is terrifying when she's still trying to deal with electricity.]

I was trying to do that- with the letters. The keyboard.

[voice - private]

[ryuuzaki]

You've sent audio and video, but not written words... that is, we could hear you, then see you, but you didn't send a letter.

I work in Communications. Someone here can show you how to use this the way you intend to.

[He's done it once before. His natural inclination isn't to be so helpful, but it's part of his current job, and it's useful to be seen as someone who facilitates the exchange of information. Information is his primary interest.]

[voice - private]

[jondrette]

I did all but what I wanted to accomplish. [She laughs a little.] How apt! Now all of this ship believes I am a fool. I will prove them wrong, I am smarter than many believe.

They shall have to teach me a great many other things.

[voice - private]

[ryuuzaki]

What sort of things?

[There's only vague interest in his tone--nothing insinuating about it.]

Video:

[but_civilization]

[Well, Combeferre has not left his rooms yet, since everything went down. He cannot bring himself to, and has been hesitant to let anyone else out as well, but he HAS been perusing the postings, a little, and that...is particularly interesting.]

But...I know you.

[There is a small squint into the screen there. She seems to be completely new here, for all that he recalls spending time with this girl on the ship before, though not so much as the others.]

Mademoiselle...Eponine, I think it was?

Video:

[jondrette]

[Eponine cannot recall ever seeing this man in her life. And she's going to tell him so.]

I have never seen you before in my life. And now in my death.

How is it you know my name? Are you one of those who claims to have known me before?

[Her words are sharp, accusatory.]

Video:

[but_civilization]

I am, at that. I did know, well, I cannot say you specifically, I suppose, but *A* Eponine here, who looked as you did, and who spoke as you...

[Could this be the same girl but injured after time away? It seems possible, he supposes, and he wishes it to be that possibility because it might mean...he could see Enjolras again someday with that, even if Enjolras would not know of this world. Perhaps in time, that will be the case, and oh, he'll pray for it, that possibility. As well as for the girl's sake too, of course.]

I do beg your pardon of course. I ought have introduced myself. Michel Combeferre. If you are anything like the Eponine I knew, you were in Paris as we were. A dear friend was friends with Marius Pontmercy.

Video:

[jondrette]

Oh, yes, yes! I am that very same Eponine! But I do not recall you in Paris, m'sieur Combeferre.

[She regards him carefully. At the barricades, she'd only had eyes for Marius.]

Unless- you are friends with those at the barricade, are you not?

Video:

[but_civilization]

Paris feels like so many worlds ago, now, though it was only one I know. One world...and one year for me.

[And there's a little sigh there, because, well. It's never felt so far away to him before, or so long ago and unobtainable as all of that. The world that he was a part of once, the world Enjolras now belongs to, and that he has certainly returned to die for, along with Grantaire and...the fact he cannot reach it hurts for the first time.

At any rate, Eponine will see more traces of the Combeferre who was at the barricades, perhaps, though instead of stained with blood, his wrists are splashed with little bits of ink, his hair disheveled, the spectacles on his nose dangling from a loose temple piece, and looking a bit tired. It may jar something of a memory, at least in placing him, and tired as he looks, he is offering a smile for just now.]

Indeed we were. And you among us, I recall. At least, after the fact. You were in the Musain with the others of our honored dead. It is...I am gratified to see another from there returned...

Video:

[jondrette]

A year! no, that is not so! Paris was days ago. I can still hear the cannons when ever I sleep! How can it be a year for you, and so soon for me?

[Space and science are beyond her, unfortunately. Given time, she will come to understand them all. But for now... She is curious, to say the least.

Eponine regards Combeferre and decides in no uncertain terms that he is pleasing to look at. No Marius perhaps, but still pleasing.]

I was. I- honored! Never in life, but in death! [She chuckles, bitterly.] Who are the others?

text/voice

[lostkings]

Trying to do this?

[ a couple seconds before: ] Or you looking for something else?

Voice;

[jondrette]

[Eponine gasps.] yes, yes! That!

Voice;

[lostkings]

It's a lot easier to explain in person than it is over the comm's themselves.

Voice;

[jondrette]

Then let us meet! And we shall discuss it and you shall explain.

Voice;

[lostkings]

I'd be happy to- any idea where you are?

Voice;

[jondrette]

Oh! Yes. I am [And here she gives him where she can be found. Because someone hasn't signed up for a room yet. Whooops.]

Video

[acapriciousthing]

[She recognizes the girl, from before. The one who hadn't exactly been eager to believe her, yet so clearly needed a friend.]

Eponine? Is that you?

[Because of course on Tranquility, she doesn't always know]

Video

[jondrette]

Yes... [Another person who remembered her that she didn't. It was getting tiresome. She hated not remembering things. And yet she often drank to the point of not remembering.]

Who are you?

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[acapriciousthing]

Sorry, this happens here sometimes.

[And that's without getting into the Mayfield angle]

I'm Death. Or Didi, I answer to either.

Video

[jondrette]

[Eponine looks at the girl.]

You are not Death.

Video

[acapriciousthing]

[Death gives her an understanding smile]

I get that a lot. But I am the one who divides life from all that comes before and all that comes after.

Video

[jondrette]

Then you have met me before. When I died. If what you say is true.