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001 -- mixed messages

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

[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?

[WOAH there is a VOICE.]

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

[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.]

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.

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?

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...

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?

As were all who perished on our barricade, at that. And for whatever reason, by a process I cannot pretend I understand, and a force greater than any in the universe that was known then, has brought us to this place, this ship.

It...people have arrived at very odd times at that. One never knows who may turn up, or leave here, but just now it is myself, and Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire and Bahorel. Your Marius, and Courfeyrac's was here a while but no more, I am afraid, and a few others of us too, but time passes along, I suppose, and some of us with it.

[Brave words, but there they are. He is all right to give them voice, at least.]

I have met the others. Jehan, Courfeyrac, Bahorel. My brother now, I find, is here as well- he arrived along side me. [She had no confirmation if Gavroche had been alive or dead when he'd been summoned here, and she was not sure she wanted it. Let her brother live. Forever. Prove that Thénardiers could be something other than bad.]

I met Courfeyrac before- he is the one that lead me to your barricade, I do remember him.

Did- did Marius mention me? When he was here?

[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.

[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.

Has he?

[And Combeferre is taking a moment, attempting to consider whether anyone he knows bears her any resemblance or if Eponine before had mentioned...Oh. And the smile already there, already kind, but little else, is growing as it comes to him.]

Gavroche? I'll look forward to meeting him again. [THERE is something to be glad for, along with seeing her again, of course. And Marius, well, honestly, he had not heard her mentioned but there is, probably, a diplomatic way around it.]

Ah, Marius and I did not spend much time together here. He and Courfeyrac were closest, and he and Enjolras had some time alone here, quite a bit of it, in which he may have said something, but...I was not here long before he returned where we came from, so I afraid I cannot truly say.

[What's a little frightening is that he barely remembers the few conversations that they did have now. It's as if time has dulled those memories, beyond the ones where Combeferre was something closer to rude to the boy, and he wonders now, if that is how this is to go concerning absent friends. Will he only recall the heated words exchanged with the Inspector, the times he used Enjolras as support but offered none of his own? Will their features fade completely over time as Marius's are starting to?

Quickly, he shakes his head a bit, to clear it of those thoughts he dares not share.]

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.]

Edited 2014-03-16 02:07 (UTC)

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.

What sort of things?

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

About the lights, the cold air, the showers! All of it.

I can't teach you all of that.

[That would involve doing demonstrations outside of his purview, and he can't think of anything more tedious. However...]

I can teach you about your communicator. [Again.] We're on the first floor of the passenger quarters... most of the people who lived on this floor have been gone for a long time, so some of the space has been repurposed.

Perhaps you can point me to books that will teach me. I can read, you know. [And she's very, very proud of this.]

I shall come there, then. Who shall I ask for?

Ryuuzaki.

[He pronounces that very carefully and slowly--not because he thinks she's stupid (he doesn't, except insofar as he expects most people to be at least a little bit slower than he is), but because it's a word that will be new to her, and maybe not the easiest thing for her to wrap her mouth around.]

If you're in your room, it should take you less than five minutes to get here. I'll look for you then.

[OOC: Aaaaand we can do action here, or go to logs tomorrow when I throw mine up. Action might be easier... it's up to you!]

Trying to do this?

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

Ryuuzaki. [She repeats it slowly.]

A strange name. I shall find you soon.

[She manages to shut off the device , before beginning her trek down to the first floor.]

[ooc lets do action]

Edited 2014-03-16 17:21 (UTC)

[Eponine gasps.] yes, yes! That!

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

Yes! You know him as my brother! [That gets a smile out of her.] He was estranged from my family, and he was far better for it. But he is here now, and we shall be far closer, without the cold hands of my father near us.

[She frowns slightly, considering the implications of this. Enjolras, she remembered him. The pretty one with the blonde hair who seemed the ringleader of the whole barricade affair.] Very well. I do not expect him to mention me. [She could have hoped. But what was the use of hope, when it only ever hurt?]

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