idealisme: (Au grand vent de la liberté)
Enjolras; ([personal profile] idealisme) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-07-06 05:49 pm

and so I'll read a book

Who: Enjolras ([personal profile] 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.]