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ataraxionlogs2013-03-19 03:36 am
vivelavenir) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-03-19 03:36 am
in the terrible events of those days...
CHARACTERS: Courfeyfac and Jean Prouvaire [closed.]
LOCATION: Courfeyrac's room. (Aka. Everyone's Room.)
WARNINGS: None?
SUMMARY: In which the centre mans up to his sad feels, because someone has to do it.
[Jehan had taken to calling his communication device Arimaspi. The single round lock on the touch pad resembled a wide blue eye, and the Arimaspi were the one-eyed peoples of myth who collected war, gold, and knowledge. The description seemed fitting and the name made the impersonal piece of technology just a little bit friendlier for him.
What also helped to endear him to it was that he'd finally learned how to access books and readings on it. That had absorbed Jehan for nearly an entire day after he'd met with his friends at the bar. It took eventual hunger to realize a need for leaving his room, and the fortification of eating to remind him that he ought to check in on those friends. At least, because Combeferre had said to do so. At most, because the readings were a distraction and their company was an infinitely better one.
He still liked and possibly needed the reminder that they were there.
So, assuming that the safest place to go to find any number of the faces he knew was Courfeyrac's room, Jehan went there directly after dining. If they had not been shown yet, he might make the excuse of displaying the reading feature on Arimaspi for dropping in. Very likely, he needed no excuse; but with the subtle stressors lingering beneath every conversation lately, maybe he felt as if he did.
Either way, Courfeyrac's door would receive a knock. Something it was likely very used to, even here.]
LOCATION: Courfeyrac's room. (Aka. Everyone's Room.)
WARNINGS: None?
SUMMARY: In which the centre mans up to his sad feels, because someone has to do it.
[Jehan had taken to calling his communication device Arimaspi. The single round lock on the touch pad resembled a wide blue eye, and the Arimaspi were the one-eyed peoples of myth who collected war, gold, and knowledge. The description seemed fitting and the name made the impersonal piece of technology just a little bit friendlier for him.
What also helped to endear him to it was that he'd finally learned how to access books and readings on it. That had absorbed Jehan for nearly an entire day after he'd met with his friends at the bar. It took eventual hunger to realize a need for leaving his room, and the fortification of eating to remind him that he ought to check in on those friends. At least, because Combeferre had said to do so. At most, because the readings were a distraction and their company was an infinitely better one.
He still liked and possibly needed the reminder that they were there.
So, assuming that the safest place to go to find any number of the faces he knew was Courfeyrac's room, Jehan went there directly after dining. If they had not been shown yet, he might make the excuse of displaying the reading feature on Arimaspi for dropping in. Very likely, he needed no excuse; but with the subtle stressors lingering beneath every conversation lately, maybe he felt as if he did.
Either way, Courfeyrac's door would receive a knock. Something it was likely very used to, even here.]