and so I'll read a book

[idealisme]

Who: Enjolras (idealisme) & open
What: Catch-all as Enjolras gets on with things while we're all on the station
When: July
Where: Thesis Station- the pods, wandering around, one training simulation
Warning(s): None.


A. Don't cry for me, France
...For he that thinks absolute power purifies men's blood, and corrects the baseness of human nature, need read but the history of this, or any other age...

[There's a man sitting in front of a pod, reading aloud from a book. Listen long enough, you'll hear it's some kind of political book and that the young man is reading with great interest. On approaching it's clear the man has bright, almost tear-filled eyes. He'll stop when he hears footsteps.

If the visitor doesn't speak first, Enjolras will begin:] Yes? May I help you?

B. I think I'll try defying gravity
[Finding himself floating up to the ceiling isn't really an inconvenience. What is a problem is Enjolras' book floating away from him and towards you. Stretching and straining doesn't help, he can't reach it.]

Please, will you take hold of that? [He's keeping his voice even, but there's something very worried in his look. This is something very important to him.]

C. The snow glows white on the mountain today
[It's actually a nice day in the snow training simulation. The sun's out and the wind isn't blowing too strongly. The perfect day to learn to buildn an igloo, right?

Well, right until you get smacked in the back of the head by a snowball. If you look around for the culpript you'll see only Enjolras, working determinedly on his fire.

Studying him very closely will reveal he's totally engrossed in his fire and oblivious to the world around him, but who wants to look closely when you've been attacked by a snowball!?]

D. I don't know any musical songs about malfunctioning doorways
[Having been on the station for a while since time was frozen, Enjolras feels fairly confident in getting around. If he thinks of it like a city rather than an inordinately large house then he has fewer problems.

Until he walks through a door and into what is not the observatory. It is, in fact, someone's personal rooms. Uh, sorry. Hope you're not doing anything particularly private.]

Comments

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire can’t help but chuckle. He had already gotten it into his mind that they might continue their argument through communicator later on. That idea has been dashed away far too quickly. ]

We need to face the truth of the matter, Enjolras. We may not be children, but Jehan is too clever for the pair of us.

[ He doesn’t bother to argue. He simply places his own communicator on the table and slides it over to Jehan. They can find some other way to argue, surely. ]

Here you are, my dear friend. I disagree with your point-- [ He says it with a very pointed look. ] but you've made it quite clear all the same.

[pluspetitpoete]

Thank you, Grantaire. I appreciate you trying to get along. [He happily pockets Grantaire's communicator, then goes and fetches Enjolras's as well, putting it in his other pocket.

It's not an ideal plan, especially if Enjolras is going to be so very grumpy about it. But it's something.]

If either of you wish to lodge a complaint against the other during the truce, perhaps you could write it in a letter? That way you'll have time to think out your argument instead of just blurting it out. [And they'll have to put forth effort, so hopefully they won't want to argue just to argue.]

[idealisme]

[Enjolras watches his communicator being fetched with a wary expression. There are others he could talk to in lieu of Grantaire. Other recourses for discussion that are now cut off to him.]

And that will satisfy you. [It's less a question, more a statement to remind himself of why Jehan is doing this.]

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire can certainly find others to speak to if he finds himself wishing to argue with Enjolras. He has to respect the lengths Jehan is going to in order to stop it, really. ]

Agreement would satisfy him more, but you understand that this is an unattainable thing, Enjolras. You and I have never agreed.

[ That’s not entirely true, but Grantaire is much louder when it comes to disagreements. ]

I can only imagine what a lengthy letter that would be.

[pluspetitpoete]

All I'm asking is that you two don't have an argument for the next two days. That's it. Two days, and you'll get your communicators back and can yell at each other until you're both blue in the face again.

But for forty-eight hours, we will have peace. That will satisfy me.

[idealisme]

[The sharp look Grantaire receives for you and I have never agreed almost has him opening his mouth to argue. It is impossible for two men to disagree on all things, after all.

But again, his mouth snaps shut into a thin line. His thinking shifts from tring to fight the edict to accepting it.]

Very well, Prouvaire. This is your home as well as ours; and all men should be able to relax in their own homes.