nysalogs | and so I'll read a book

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.]

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That is all I'm asking for. [He leans over and presses a kiss to Grantaire's forehead, then back across the room to lean up and kiss Enjolras's cheek] I'm sorry for being so angry with you both.

But I think, I hope, you can see why I might be frustrated. Being caught in the middle of you two can be exhausting.

A few day's peace, that's all I ask. No shouting, no underhanded comments, just -- civil conversation.

I'll even take steps to help take away some temptations.

[Receiving a kiss is something he's capable of. He has received another since he's been here and this one puts him in mind of it. Automatically, he puts a hand to Jehan's shoulder.]

We have been rude. [There's no point to making excuses. He is not sorry for his behaviour nor does he not mean what he's said.

Argument is something which comes naturally to him, and to Grantaire as well. But it does not to Jehan.]

I will attempt to do better.

[ Grantaire is happy to have the Jehan they know and love back so quickly. He can’t argue with Enjolras this time: they have been rude. Ignoring their friend is incredibly ill-mannered, and Grantaire feels terrible that they’ve driven Jehan to shouting and violence. ]

If I could promise you that it would end, I would, but I fear my promises mean little. Still, I will do my best.

[ With only slight hesitation, he offers what remains of his wine to Jehan, which isn’t much, but it’s enough for someone who isn’t quite as fond of it as Grantaire is. ]

If an argument begins again this afternoon, you need only ask me to leave.

I accept both of your apologies. [And the wine, he accepts that too, sipping at it while he thinks.]

No, there will be no arguing this afternoon, so I won't need to ask you to leave. I want a truce from the both of you. Forty-eight hours of no fighting. No debates, no arguments, no playing devil's advocate.

I want both of you to promise. And if I catch you arguing, there will be consequences.

[Something rails against the proclamation, a frustration that another should so readily impose their will on him. Debating the point is called for, a good discussion on where and how these boundaries can be drawn so that all parties are amenable to it. Enjolras does not want simply to accept from pronouncement.]

Define arguing. It is optimistic to think there will be no disagreements in the next days.

[There is more to be said but he cuts himself short.

He had to find some compromise, living with Grantaire. It seems he will have to find more living with Prouvaire.]

[ Grantaire is surprised by how much he’s agreeing with Enjolras in regards to this. He would love to put it to rest and stop Jehan from being so uncharacteristically serious, but this type of optimism is too much for an old pessimist. They argue. Perhaps their reasons for doing so are different, but it’s what they do, and it happen often.

He merely give a wave of his hand, urging Jehan to continue. ]

I have nothing to say that has not already been said before I can agree to your terms, Prouvaire.

Of course you can disagree with each other. But all I want for the next two days is a simple "I disagree with your point," or something in that vein. And then the discussion can be tabled for after the truce.

[He doesn't trust them just yet to have a friendly discussion where both sides listen to the other's point.

Though he does think of a loop hole that could be exploited.] And I'll be needing your communicators, please. It isn't a truce if you're messaging each other your arguments.

[He's nodding before the poet has finished. That much he's capable of, surely. Grantaire can be ignored, and moreover-

His communicator is on the table across the room. That will do if there are other matters.]

We are not children. [Feeling he's been caught, his gaze snaps back to Jehan from the table, the glare returning]

[ 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.

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.]

[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.]

[ 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.

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.

[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.

and so I'll read a book

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