touch me i'm cold

[jondrette]

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.

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[jondrette]

"I'm not going back home," she tells him plainly, her fingers wrapping around his wallet and pulling it loose. Then, bringing it in front of her, she begins to inspect it.

"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

[fe_male]

Well that's not a weird thing to say at all or anything. He's a little curious, but he decides to hold onto that thought for a moment while she inspects his wallet. It wouldn't really be the first time he let a pretty girl look at it, although he doesn't ever really understand the desire to. It's not quite like the wealth of knowledge you can get from poking through a woman's purse.

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."

[jondrette]

Why'd you have to go and take the candy away, Tony? Why?

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.

[fe_male]

How is he having this conversation? How is this a conversation that he hasn't somehow managed to avoid having - probably thousands of years and infinitely thousands of lightyears displaced from his own life and he's still having to have a conversation like this.

"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."

[jondrette]

She won't eat it anymore, Tony, gosh.

"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?"

[fe_male]

Well, she'd better not, since he's put it in his pocket now.

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."

[jondrette]

Hey, it was a strange word, okay? Given time she'll figure it out. While she's got an excellent mind for math, she's not too great at logic. Seriously. Ask her about it sometime.

"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.

[fe_male]

Well maybe he will, if she ever comes to hang out in engineering, or pokes around whatever he's working on elsewhere.

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."

[jondrette]

Hey, she very well may.

"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.

[fe_male]

Open invitation!!

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?

[jondrette]

"I do not know," Eponine is forced to admit. "I have not cause to find them. Nor did I know they existed here, until you told me." She hasn't actively gone after anyone sexually since she arrived here. Though it's really just a matter of time.

[fe_male]

"That's something that will need to be investigated further."

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."

[jondrette]

"It shall! The first of us to find out must tell the other," she says with a firm nod.

Pretending to know what Metroid Prime was, Eponine nods. "Yes, perhaps that is for the best. I have heard there are terrible things in the hallways. And I, too, am hungry." And it felt so good to be able to do something about it.