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ataraxion2014-07-08 07:23 pm
littlelark) wrote in ataraxion2014-07-08 07:23 pm
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01. Action || Video
[The camera flickers to a start, lens half-blocked by a slim finger as it is joggled into place. A sharp buzzing can be heard every time there is a muffled thump against the phone, until the communicator finally unlocks with an artificial click.]
Hello…? Ah, Hello!
[As the video steadies, a young woman comes into focus, arms held aloft to keep the camera in place. The communicator wobbles occasionally as she uses a free hand to adjust her ruffled and somewhat cumbersome skirt.]
My sincerest apologies. It told me to tap to ‘unlock’, which I did, but it seemed…unresponsive. To be quite honest, I can only hope that anyone can hear me, even now. But no matter! Even if one can only hope someone is out there, listening, it is far better to speak out than sit in the silence doing nothing at all, wouldn't you say? Well, whoever you may be.
[Feeling a little more confident in the device's usage, she pulls the communicator closer to her, no longer at a full arms length. While she seems relatively calm at first glance, there is an underlying urgency to her tone.]
Well, that being said, I wondered if perhaps anyone saw or knew of an older man, peppered grey hair, a kind and caring look about him? He answers to U. Fauchelevent; he is my father, and I can hope that he may also be somewhere on this ship. I have not seen him since arriving here.
[Her concerned countenance gives way to a pretty blush at the mere thought of her next inquiry. It's silly, since she's already asked Eponine, who hasn't seen hide or hair of him, but that doesn't mean no one else might have.]
And…if anyone has seen a young man, one who goes by the name of Marius, could I perhaps inquire of him as well? Well, I had hoped that--
[The video feed cuts off.]
Hello…? Ah, Hello!
[As the video steadies, a young woman comes into focus, arms held aloft to keep the camera in place. The communicator wobbles occasionally as she uses a free hand to adjust her ruffled and somewhat cumbersome skirt.]
My sincerest apologies. It told me to tap to ‘unlock’, which I did, but it seemed…unresponsive. To be quite honest, I can only hope that anyone can hear me, even now. But no matter! Even if one can only hope someone is out there, listening, it is far better to speak out than sit in the silence doing nothing at all, wouldn't you say? Well, whoever you may be.
[Feeling a little more confident in the device's usage, she pulls the communicator closer to her, no longer at a full arms length. While she seems relatively calm at first glance, there is an underlying urgency to her tone.]
Well, that being said, I wondered if perhaps anyone saw or knew of an older man, peppered grey hair, a kind and caring look about him? He answers to U. Fauchelevent; he is my father, and I can hope that he may also be somewhere on this ship. I have not seen him since arriving here.
[Her concerned countenance gives way to a pretty blush at the mere thought of her next inquiry. It's silly, since she's already asked Eponine, who hasn't seen hide or hair of him, but that doesn't mean no one else might have.]
And…if anyone has seen a young man, one who goes by the name of Marius, could I perhaps inquire of him as well? Well, I had hoped that--
[The video feed cuts off.]
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However, a Marius I did once know -- not here, but upon a barricade, long, long ago. Might the name Pontmercy also ring a bell for you?
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You're the one Marius asked me to bring the letter to.
I haven't seen him or your father.
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[Though it was not her keen speech nor her brave logic that caught the lion's share of his attention, in this case.]
You enquire after Marius? There was indeed a young man here, once, who went by Marius. A friend of ours from Paris, fraught by losing his beloved by way of his attendance here. Might you mean this Marius, the lawyer, Monsieur Pontmercy?
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I told you neither of them were here. Do you doubt my word? [She, however, does a really good job of looking offended.]
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I appreciate your efforts, monsieur. My father is quite dear to me, and I worry for him. He has never left me like this, with no word, it is unlike him.
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[Must be nice; she always gets left out of the loop, thanks to either daddy or Eponine's meddling.]
Oh, I see... Well I appreciate the thought all the sa--Gavroche? Wait, is that you?
[Eponine had mentioned he was on board, and he looks like one of the few to come from her time, so maybe she can put two and two together.]
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[She turns a little pink at the compliment, but quickly switches gears when he piques her interests with her topic of choice.]
Yes, yes that is him! Oh thank god, then he survived? You are the first who could tell me he was here, and I...I am so relieved, thank you monsieur. But you say he is here no longer...?
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No, of course not. I had only hoped that if I opened up my inquiry to a larger audience someone else might have seen them, if only a glimpse. I did not mean to insult you in any way, my apologies.
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[He'd never met her, of course]
Did the others from the barricade tell you about me?
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[She says it shortly, clipped. She's still bitter about what Cosette's fake father had said, though she knew it was true.]
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[Granted, she came to the ship before any of this occured, but of course she's unaware of that. As far she's concerned, it's all the more reason for find her father.]
Your sister, actually. I remember you from when you were very small; I doubt you would remember me, you were far too young.
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[Usually not in a pleasant tone]
I only remember Paris.
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[It was a reminder of Montfermiel, before his living memory. A little sad to know it kept on after her departure.]
I don't remember much beyond Paris either, so we have that much in common.
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[They never loved him. Eponine tries to tell him otherwise, but he knows.]
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[She doesn't remember much of them, but she still has occasional nightmares about Madame Thenardier. She can only imagine being their actual child; she looks a little pitiously as him.]
Say...I haven't yet eaten. I do not suppose that you know the way to some place that might have something, would you? You could have something as well, if you would like, my treat.
[She still has some coins in her small purse, which should suffice, she hopes.]
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[You have found the way to his heart]
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Mademoiselle, he surely did. Enjolras himself- the leader there- told me so aboard this vessel, indeed. Though I did not see him in my own time among our friends.
He was here aboard for some time, and my very deepest apologies to tell you, unfairly, he is gone now.
I believe it was his very great wish to be gone, that he might return to you. People appear and disappear almost on the whim of a God plagued by tedium. It must be that either you will return to him on Earth in paris, or he to you here among the stars, shortly. Two like hearts can only find such an end.
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[He inclined his head in a gesture of apology, shaking it gently from side to side.]
I know only that he was once there, just a moment too late for my greeting him -- a trend that I've seen to the same effect on this plane.
[Bahorel'd've just missed him, a jump or two prior. Sorry, Cosette, bb. :<]
Though if he were once here, there is a chance that he may return! Éponine and Grantaire have both made their reappearances, after all, so it is not impossible for Pontmercy to show his face in this place, as well.
[To give her some hope! Everlasting, and all that jazz. Though probing for her name at last.]
I am sorry I cannot be of more help, Mademoiselle ...?
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[She's not above pandering to him and his love of food; besides, she is legitimately peckish.]
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[It's clipped, like she's fully getting the impression of the horror of it just through the omission. She looks at him pityingly, nodding her head.]
I appreciate it all the same monsuier, for your information and your sacrifice. I can only hope you are right and he returns. Or is that selfish to hope...?
[She says it for the sake of modesty, but really, the girl is in love and really could not give a shit. She misses her potentially dead boyfriend and meeting all his dead friends is not helping that.]
Oh! Cosette, Cosette Fauchelevent. [A small curtsy, because she's a lady damnit.] May I ask your name as well?
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[She looks a little crestfallen that he's gone because, really, that would be her luck, but it's a small price to pay for knowing he lived. His kind words just keep that undying hope alive.]
Whichever way it comes to pass, I can only hope that you are right. I have been told of people returning, so it must not be unfathomable, which I can earnestly say is a comfort. Still, this ship is...well.
[It's a hellhole, but there's not exactly a ladylike way of saying that.]
Perhaps returning to earth would be the preferrable option, if one were to have one's way.
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Nothing so selfish at all, that a lady in love is oft at her very best. I shall keep my eye out for him, to be sure.
[And an inclination of the head in a constricted bow in turn! And a cheerful grin.]
Ambrose Bahorel, Mlle. Fauchelevent. It is a pleasure to finally be properly acquainted with the sparkle that burst itself within Marius's eyes!
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[Still, to see her face fall like that gives his heart a pang, and he is quick to reassure,]
It will be put to rights. You two are in constellation of one another. But shooting stars do meet, I have seen so now for myself. I have no doubt you will be with him again soon, and in your home as you desire, with your father as well. Fret not.