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[assumedposition]

Hi Jehan. Albert here. I want to apologise for being so absent this last week. I'm not sure if you saw the commotion at the lockers or if news has reached you through the grapevine, but I've been somewhat preoccupied after this most recent jump. Someone from home-- my home-- arrived. Franz. You ... may remember that name? We talked about him, that day in the gardens.

In any case, you have my number. Call me?

[Voice]

[vivelavenir]

[The call is returned promptly.

He feels a bit badly, for having been preoccupied himself. Enough not to notice something quite so important.]

Albert? Hello?

I have received your message. What wonderful news, my friend.

[Voice]

[lecentre]

Cher... Are you well? I cannot seem to find or get in touch with you.

Left on Jehan's Door as a series of notes. No seriously: 1/2

[but_civilization]

Left on Jehan's Door as a series of notes. No seriously: 2/2

[but_civilization]

[gardienne]

[An anonymous note is pushed under Jehan's door quite soon after the jump. Between Javert and Mordecai, Eponine feels the need to exonerate herself. In scrawled writing, it reads,]

Don't believe a word he says. Please.

[assumedposition]

[Albert's pacing outside Jehan's door; he considered sending a text message, but those can be hacked. Not that anyone would want to hack his or Jehan's communications, but-- this sort of thing should really be done in person. Eventually he just knocks.]

Jehan...? Are you in?

[It's Albert's voice, but it sounds less boisterous and loud than usual. More subdued, almost... timid? If such a word were something that could apply to Albert.]

[vivelavenir]

[Looking up from his writing desk, where he'd scarcely been getting anything more done than tapping his pen against his pad, out-of-sorts by the ship's latest venture... Jehan glanced up and back when he heard the knock, then took a sharp breath when he heard the voice. He recognized Albert's tenor, if not his tone today; and the reason for why, he felt, was already obvious.

Feeling laden with some guilt at having what he did trapped in his mind, rather than simply tell him to come inside, he more formally got to his feet, set his pen down and went to open the door himself; unable to help the sympathy on his face as he smiled gingerly.]

Albert. Hello. Come in?

[voice] Late October

[daringwaistcoats]

[His voice is a little out of breath, a little exasperated, and the words falter, as though all of them are trying to slip out at once and are unable to keep up with the next. It sounds as though he is walking down a hallway, as though he has been searching everywhere for something (or someone missing from his room) to no avail for hours.]

Jehan, you-- I didn't-- Where are you? I must speak with you immediately.

[The message runs for a few beats of silence beyond the footfalls.]

Please.

[A couple beats more, and then: /END MESSAGE]

[Voice]

[vivelavenir]

[Well this was... certainly unexpected, despite Combeferre's best intentions. Although, judging by Bahorel's tone, this had little to do with intent, and more to do with alarm.

It sounded as if something were wrong, and that being worrying, Jehan was quick to return the call. Any ill-feelings were put very hastily aside, in light of possible trouble, or upset.]

Bahorel? Apologies, I have been-- [It didn't matter where, and he'd not like to take up time with his full day's schedule, so,] --here and there.

Has something happened? Are you all right?

[voice]

[lecentre]

Cher...

[Though he knows much of the fight to be in jest, Courfeyrac can't help but feel wary as he calls upon Jehan after a fair amount of time has passed... Enough for the both of them to rest, though he had only grudgingly returned to Combeferre's room.

He took his punishment as that, upset that it was the first night in so many that he did not have someone to warm his bed with him.

That he was not within arms reach of him.]

I do hope you know I never meant to hurt or embarrass you. The ink, I believe, feels like a badge that I should be showing anyone who will look.... That I have a wonderful lover that will go to great lengths to remind me of such, even if it is on my face and not paper.

You will let me know when I can return to our room, I hope? The moment it's so... So I may return to your arms, which I find more comfortable than any bed-- Even those of the Cyllene.

[Voice]

[vivelavenir]

[It takes some coaxing of time before he decides to reply, and the gentle nudge of Reynaud's particular tone to seal that action.

While everything had been largely in jest, and he held no party responsible (if any, perhaps it was his own fault, for having set off the game), it had not gone at all to his liking, and he had ultimately felt an underlying slight. He did not mind being teased, but he did not like the feeling of being ganged upon upon, nor having ganged up upon; it had felt in bad taste, all around, though he knew there was no malice felt, or ill-will intended, and that none could take any real offense. But he had been a touch flustered by it all, and it had skirted too near to actual insult for his comfort.

He believed he had made his point now, and he saw no reason why he could not offer to ask Bahorel to leave now, if Courfeyrac was ready to return. He'd been a lovely companion, of course. But this other companion had gone missed.]

I do not think you capable of willfully hurting or embarrassing anyone, no. I should not think so for an instant, for to think it would be not to know you.

...In the future, I will refrain from that particular brand of writing, and will stick to the paper, and the tomes. [A little sullenly, for that had been a portion of the game he had enjoyed; simply, one he had not quite intended to share so extensively. But of course, it was silly to write upon a man and expect it not to be seen.]

You are free to return when it suits you. I have told you; it is your room also. I do not quite think I could bare to give you up to Combeferre in any permanent sense, if you please.

The day before the next jump

[daringwaistcoats]

I know we've gone over this before, but I'll still be expecting to meet with you after the jump occurs. Will the same time and location suffice?

U G H.

[vivelavenir]

Are you insistent upon this still? You know I make a habit of it to take my spare coat around to those in need.

Can I not just meet you by your room later in the day?

Before the next jump

[lecentre]

[There's a post-it note on Jehan's desk.]

I've been trying to be less smothering as of lately, however, perhaps if we start checking in with each other as soon as we wake from the jump will help me relax?

I also managed to hide some of the truffles from you and B.

♥ Reynaud

Ahaidhaiu YOU GUYSSS D8 <3

[vivelavenir]

[And a note left on Courfeyrac's pillow in return:]

Mon Coeur,

Have I then worried you, by wandering so often? I haven't meant to. It is more often with company than not, if that stills your nerves any; everyone has been more than insistent.

It is my habit to bring my spare coat around after the jumps, but if it eases your nerves, I will meet you at your locker before doing so. I will go there directly, cher. You have my word.

You've hidden the truffles, though? Ah, but you are a very mean lover! Such tragic unkindness! Will you tell me what I've done to deserve such ire? My prickly dear; if they are hidden in your stomach I will forgive you, and only then.

♥
-J.

Note shortly after the jump

[lecentre]

Cher,

I have not been able to find or reach Enjolras since the jump. If you have better success than I, do let me know... I am going to continue in my search.

I will speak with you shortly, I hope.

Yours,
Reynaud

[vivelavenir]

Mon Cher Reynaud,

If it is so... then you must, for the moment, cease searching and be among friends.

I have had no such success, I fear to say.

I am so sorry.

I will wait for you in our room. Come, be here.

We can mourn in company.

Always,
-Jehan

[Posted to (and shoved under) Jehan's Door]

[but_civilization]

[Under the door itself, is something else]



Friends make these for each other in parts of Earth's future. Thank you for being a friend to me these past days, as I have needed it most.

-M

{Beside Combeferre's Door, a long while later.}

[vivelavenir]

[Jehan had had to look up the concept of friendship bracelets in the media library, though he intrinsically understood the sentiment, when coupled with the poem. The thought and feeling that was more than implied; but now, in fact, enforced; brought wet to his eyes and gratitude to his heart in a way that he felt ought to be expressed in like turn.

He'd tried. Really, he had. Friendship bracelets were meant to be exchanged, were they not, to seal their symbolism? He had used what was at his disposal: some baubles left over from the Cyllene, some hideous fabric he insisted that Courfeyrac never put on his person again... which made it a bit unfair to press onto Combeferre, but at least he should wear it on his wrist, and only metaphorically over his heart... and not as an entire waistcoat?

He was dim at braiding, and needed a few goes of it, which frayed the awkward material somewhat. Nonetheless, eventually, it was done, and this note included with it:]

Ever your friend, and ever a hopeful of what the future holds. It seems then only right (and an honour) to return your favour.

Thank you, for the gift has meant more than I can say; and your friendship, more still.

-J.

A note under the door:

[but_civilization]

If I have any claim left upon sanity at this moment, my friend, it is because of you. I thought a scant few months(I believe,months) ago that my life was going to end again, and that I would welcome the end of everything, even if I did not plan to make attempts at such.

But thanks to you, most of all, thanks to you, I've learned that this is not that case. I can live, and flourish and be happy again here, as I've started to learn, quite lately, and the fact you've kept me open to that possibility, reminded me that there are things worth living for, and that I might yet embrace the things life wants to show me.

I wanted you to know, I suppose, that I think that once again I might enter the world that I've been avoiding, and that I credit you with sticking by me, difficult as it must have been through all of this.

If embracing love is the key to the future, as you've said before, then I'd like to embrace it, and I thank you for that love you've had for all of us that's managed to show me the things I should do next.

Thank you, I suppose,is all that I really mean to say.

-C

BACKDATED; voice;

[handelaar]

[Backdated to whenever is convenient for you whoop.]

Chell - said you were interested in joining Agriculture.

Thank you! // [Video]

[vivelavenir]

[Let's say post event, if that works for you as well? :)]

Ah- you are a working companion to the mademoiselle?

I am very interested, yes. I tend a small garden there already. Though, I am having some trouble over how I might sign up and acclimate more officially. You are of the department?

[tucked into jehan's doorjamb]

[daringwaistcoats]

My greatest friend Jehan,

I begin this note to apologize for its tardiness, that my hardheadedness, though somewhat softened after being whipped about by your dear Reynaud's fencing prowess, would not allow its expedience.

If you are not already aware, we had reconciled our differences, that you were a key proponent to, as both cause and effect to the matter, but I had not yet come to reconcile my own thoughts on the matter until now. Hence, the delay.

Inasmuch as the rest is concerned, I would like to invite you out to a walk, as we once used to partake in together, as the written word has never been my strongest suit, that I may apologize for my brutishness in person, and with greater effect thusly.

I await your reply as to your vacancies, and do so in greatest patience.

Yours truly,
B.

[Balanced on Bahorel's Door Handle.]

[vivelavenir]

Ambrose,

It is well that you both have made peace, to the betterment of both your enjoyments, I must hope to think.

I am often available, but with little to tell the time by but hours by the count of 28, I should have to beg you come by and knock whenever the desire for a walk is upon you, and if I am at home, I shall come.

I will not avail you to apologize in person, nonetheless. Save weary legs the journey of a fool's errand. You owe me no such thing.

With Warmest Regards,
-Jehan

A note, slid under the door

[but_civilization]

My Dear Friend,

You are right, indeed, that time has passed us by rather quickly here. Measuring the length of it becomes odd, but we do not exist in the vacum I once thought that we must here. Things have moved, and changed, and through so many things, your friendship, the deepening of it that I have experienced here, has been so welcomed, and has been a balm in the times that I most needed it.

Do you suppose we have somehow, through everything here, become better than we once were? Much as it seems our challenges are those meant to bother and annoy us, and at times, are even worse, there is something, even in the tragic, that we carry away with us. They imprint something on the heart, if I might be so bold, and so poetic, as to ascribe romance to that organ. Unlike me, perhaps, but we might blame you for putting such ideas into my head, for influencing me towards the direction that I never realized I must go.

You have opened my world and helped me to open my eyes to what joys might be found, even in a place that is not Paris, and that is so maddeningly strange as ours can sometimes be. That, in and of itself is no small gift, and would have served to be enough, though I thank you and Mistress Seraphim greatly. The braving of the kitchen alone! And then the skill and care you've both put into all of this, and your inclusion of Madame Charlotte. I do thank you for those.

Dare I say that we are nearly family ourselves, those who came here from the barricades, along with those we've lost and gained? The nine of us, and often Gavroche, were family before then, but we have grown since then, to a number slightly larger. At any rate, the thought of celebrating, with you now, feels very right, and I am honored and pleased to be among a number which does include you.

I have learned more of that here, and if we were to live again, I am relieved it has been done with you, instead of alone. You are as dear to me as anyone I claim relation to, and perhaps dearer on a few accounts. I thank you, and I wish I had more words to convey what I feel, but instead, perhaps Mademoiselle Dickinson has found and written of the pair of us by some means I do not know. :

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

I rather think that this is where we are, and I can think of nothing better, when our names are covered and forgotten. We will still know what matters and what things have proved the same.

My thanks for that, as well.

-Combeferre.

[majestyofthethrone]

Well.

I'm a coward.

But that's okay, I guess.

[vivelavenir]

Cherie?

I find that very doubtful.

What has happened?

[eripui]

Hello?

[vivelavenir]

[Because he did not recognize the user, after only a short pause he decided make the reply with text also, and summarily responded:]

Hello?

Have you contacted me in error?

[majestyofthethrone]

[There is a tiny blonde person sitting outside of his room when he gets back. She looks very small because she is curled up, quiet, forehead on her knees. It's been a nasty few days, to say the least.]

[vivelavenir]

[Well then.

A bit startled, but recognizing her at once, and stooping to offer out a hand, hoping not to startle.]

Mademoiselle-? Are you unwell?

Recieved just after the Jump

[majestyofthethrone]

Jean there's something-

I thought we knew, I thought we understood, I was ri---

You-----to tel--they have to know---

There is an entire oth-- -ide and it's white and its--

-------

---------------

I'm afraid--

Please don't let them bury me

Jean---

---------

Deutsch was right

[There's a formula, then, a series of complicated numbers in increasingly schizophrenic mathematical notation, but some of it cuts out-]

Tell them it's an SU(3) structure, it's a ----

----no

---------------

I'm afraid

-----please---


----rallel univer--it's a compact universe----side the Jump----

----please---

I love you.

[Hastily written back.]

[vivelavenir]

Sera?

Sera, where are you? The Jump took you elsewhere?

Where?

I'll tell them, if-- only, I don't know who you mean, I'm sorry. But I'll tell them, everyone. Don't worry.

But please, where are you?

I'll come get you. Don't be afraid. Tell me where.

Please tell me where.