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ataraxionlogs2014-05-13 01:05 pm
jondrette) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-05-13 01:05 pm
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touch me i'm cold
CHARACTERS: Éponine Thénardier, and whomever wants to join her!
LOCATION: Here, there, everywhere.
WARNINGS: To be updated as needed.
SUMMARY: It's been a few months since Éponine arrived on the ship. And she still has no idea what to do with herself.
NOTES: Open! Come play! Want a specific starter? Let me know and I can toss one up.
Over the course of the month, Eponine can be found just about anywhere on the ship. From laying about in the Oxygen Gardens, to exploring (despite advice to the contrary). Perhaps you'll find her there, or sitting in the bar, drinking space booze. Maybe you even decide to venture into her apartment and say hello to the strange girl from Paris.
LOCATION: Here, there, everywhere.
WARNINGS: To be updated as needed.
SUMMARY: It's been a few months since Éponine arrived on the ship. And she still has no idea what to do with herself.
NOTES: Open! Come play! Want a specific starter? Let me know and I can toss one up.
Over the course of the month, Eponine can be found just about anywhere on the ship. From laying about in the Oxygen Gardens, to exploring (despite advice to the contrary). Perhaps you'll find her there, or sitting in the bar, drinking space booze. Maybe you even decide to venture into her apartment and say hello to the strange girl from Paris.
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He's not sure about the 'monsters' she's talking about, but who knows. There were aliens in New York a few months ago. He figures that probably counts. And whatever the hell that thing in Puente Antiguo was; he still needs to ask Thor about that one. And technically Bruce would probably count too, for the ill-informed. Maybe Stane's suit too. God, wow, maybe his whole panic attack thing is legit - there are a ton of crazy people in his world all of a sudden. Almost makes him long for the actual eighties, when people weren't crazy, they were just high. At least then they sort of made sense.
Oh, wow, she curtsied, that's - oh, and his arm. Well at least that part he's familiar with, he can go along with that. It's a little weird when he's not in a tux and she's not in a d- well, a different sort of dress, and he's not aiming for the evening to go a certain way, but it's not bad. She's still all but infectious in her general enthusiasm. "So we shall. Don't think I caught your name?"
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With Tony's arm in hers, she leans slightly closer to him. It's lovely to be treated like a lady, even if she knows she isn't one. But there are supposed to be monsters on this ship, and though she is not afraid, perhaps it was best to keep up that pretense. "Éponine, m'sieur. Most know me as Éponine Jondrette. And your name?"
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He doesn't mind her leaning closer, and doesn't comment on it. "Tony Stark. So you didn't know the other me that was here before?"
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Another one of him? "You, too, had another you before? As did I! That is how I met some very fine young gentlemen, believing I was the other me. But I am the only Eponine, and as far as I am concerned, you are the only Tony Stark."
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It's kind of nice to know that he's not the only one getting duplicates around here. Or, well, technically he's the duplicate in this case, but he doesn't particularly like the sound of that, so he's ignoring it. "Yeah, I'm getting a lot of new buddies out of it too. Nice to hear it though - no exclaiming over my eyes and crap like that. Here's to hoping it works out for the both of us."
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"Over your eyes? What is wrong with them?" Eponine tilts her head, looking at him carefully.
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He isn't sure really if he should let her look him over or brush it off, so he settles for glancing at her and flashing a smile, and then looking back to where they're going.
"Last me didn't have both of them, apparently. It's been a point of some conversation."
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He has an easy, handsome smile, Eponine decides. And so to see it, she has no complaints.
"Both of them! He had an eye-patch, then! Like a pirate!"
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"I figure. Hopefully, if not something cooler. God I hope people gave him hell for it, too." If no one said 'sounds exhausting' or made Nick Fury jokes about it, then his estimation of all of his teammates just went down a notch.
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She considers the loss of an eye. "And if they did not? Then what?"
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Aaaand that just makes him smile again, puts a little strut in his step. He's been called intelligent for his entire life, but by now it's typically because people know him to be such. It's kind of dumb, but it means a little something more when it's a genuine realization someone's come to. "Card-carrying genius. Left the wallet with the card back home, but you get the picture."
"Oh," he didn't really think about that too much, but he can figure something out, right? "They would have just missed a rare opportunity is all."
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Eponine fails to notice the spring in Tony's step, but at the mention of wallet... The conversation provides enough distraction that she finds herself reaching for his back-pocket, intent to see if he really did have a wallet of any sorts. "I would like to see this card, all the same."
A genius, though... There's a glint in her eyes.
After a moment, she nods. "Oh. Then it would have been quite a pity."
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He does have a wallet, yes, and they're the only two in this area and he's pretty sure he can catch her if she takes it, so he doesn't actually mind right now if she does. There won't be anything beyond cash that's currently worthless and IDs that say he is who he told her he was, credit cards he can't do anything with, and various little papers and such. What most men have in their wallets, down to the condom.
Of course, I mean that he doesn't care if she approaches like the pickpockets he's accustomed to. She may well be good enough that he doesn't.
Either way, she's piqued his interest again, and he glances over at her. "They'll just have to settle for the somewhat more frequent but less amusing moments here and there."
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"You are telling the truth, m'sieur. There is no card here. But..." She pours over the IDs, the credit cards, finding them flimsy to the touch, and the money... She frowns. The money, she can recognize for what it is. She hasn't often seen proper notes, but these...
Then this strange little square of what looks like tinfoil (that she's learned about).
"You do not keep your genius card in here, but you keep sweets!" Obviously, that's what it is. Candy comes in shiny packets, as she has learned. So do pop-tarts. "I believe I shall have it." She starts to try to open it with her teeth.
oh honey no
He's turned his attention back to where they're walking - they're supposed to be exploring, after all - when he hears her say something about sweets, and sometime between when he turns his head to look and when he hears that statement, he figures out what she's probably talking about. His free hand reaches over to grab it from her. "No, no, that's not - don't eat that. Not when it's empty, anyway. That's not what it - " well, he was going to say 'looks like', except that it is, except that it isn't, apparently, to some. "Not candy. I might have some gum, but that's not. What that is."
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Eponine balks for a moment, before looking at him, still clutching the rest of his wallet (she has questions about these cards and what 'California' is) with the not-candy in his hands.
"Then what is it? Don't sweet things to eat now come in shiny packages as such? Like pop-tarts?" She's not stupid. Just from a completely different time where things like condoms were not easily accessible to someone of her social stature.
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"They do, you're right. Glad to see that they managed to double up and cash in on that magpie instinct too. Good things come in foil pack- what am I saying." Because wow, really? He shoves the item into his pocket, the one further from her, and then continues on without a beat. "But you're applying an incomplete syllogism here, okay. Just because some candy comes in foil wrappers doesn't mean that all foil wrappers contain candy. Not that I'm not proud of that effort. You guys were just behind the Greeks for logic, and I'm half convinced it's just because they got there first."
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"Syllogism," she repeats the word uncertainly. A large one that she hasn't run into before, not in her lifetime in Paris. The people she spent her time around had never been ones to talk about logic or philosophy. They spoke of money and theft, dark things that you didn't dare say in polite company. Smart though she may have been, she was uneducated, except in the ways of underworld.
"If it's not candy, then what is it?"
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He's been describing things pretty easily so far, but he's kind of working out how to phrase what he knows she's going to ask next, and he's also just not sure he feels like describing the actual word-jumble and algorithms and occasionally literal Greek involved with logic, proper, right now. He'd also just outlined her own deduction string there too, and pointed out what was wrong with it, so. Keep up, pretty girl.
Or, you know, as well as you can with the monumental historical education gap you have going on there. He's actually pretty pleased with how well you've been doing so far - his compliment from just a few moments ago was genuine.
"Condom. Not the precise opposite of candy, but like I said, not really for eating, unless you just really enjoy latex."
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"A condom!" She gasped, a lithe smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I know what those are! I have never used one. Montparnasse had one, you see, but he did not like it." Besides, Eponine was by in large, not healthy enough to be fertile.
"And now they come in small candy-like wrappers. How wonderful! Tell me, are they expensive? They were rare in Paris." Not to mention, most there were Roman Catholic.
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He makes a face that plainly says 'oh well there's a shocker' when she mentions some guy having not liked using a condom, but it masks his mild surprise at how long they've been in use, which is nice. The history of the condom was never really up there on his list of things to know, or at least, not that end of it. "Yeah, who does? They make 'em better nowadays than he probably experienced." Although, at least he was spared actually trying to explain what one is. "Not too expensive, no. Free, if you're in the right state. You get a bunch of them at a time in a box now, from practically any convenience store." Also lol. "They're not rare in Paris anymore either."
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"Do they?" She quirks an eyebrow towards him. "That's good to know." She was surprisingly sexually liberated for a woman from the 19th Century. That is to say, she enjoyed sex for sex's sake. And she recognized how it could get her what she wanted. Or what her father wanted.
"And for free! The future seems a much better place more and more!" The idea of a convenience store was pretty self-explanatory.
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He laughs a little bit at that. "It's certainly magical. There aren't any here?" Because to be honest, that's slightly concerning. What's he even been doing with engineering this whole time if that hasn't been something anyone's addressed?
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He returns a little bit more of his attention to their surroundings, not that he hadn't been looking anyway, but glancing around with some measure more intent. "You wanna go back? I'm getting hungry and tired of looking at what looks like an endless Metroid Prime level."
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