EVENT: MELPOMENE ▒ HOME

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Corridors in the belly of the Tranquility
WARNINGS: Creepiness, disturbing imagery, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters discover slices of sanctuary deep in the maze.
NOTES: Open to all! Covers Stage Four of the plot & Escape.

You've been running and fighting for what feels like weeks now. Exhausted and desperate, you find another door, stumbling through into— You're home, finally, far away and safe from monsters or spaceships. You're not alone, someone here who's been waiting for you, and they're so happy to see you. Relief overcomes you; you just want to rest, and there's no reason to believe anything here isn't what it seems, is there?

Comments

Combeferre: Open!

[but_civilization]

After the chaos they have passed through, Combeferre is relieved to find himself in a place that he knows well. The small cafe closest to the Necker is a place that he has shared with only Joly, of his friends. Simply decorated though it is, with frames to hold newspapers on each table, and ensure that they aren't stolen, and rather old, almost ancient furniture, this place is just as much a home to him as the Musain or Corinthe.

Over there in the corner is a deep grove worn into the flooring, and Combeferre has to laugh each time he spots it, well remembering study groups around the large table, and can almost hear an elderly man warning them not to lean their chairs back on two legs too often, due to damages. Alexandre never did take that point well, even after Beaulieu had crashed himself into the floor and needed stitches, which an over eager group of medical students had been excited to provide, sitting in this corner by the window, where the light was best.

There is a quiet spot for reading too, or if one wished to be alone, and Combeferre walks toward it now, seeing as no one else happens to be about. He's just pulled out his chair, and sat, when a familiar hand settles on his shoulder.

"There you are, Combeferre. I've been combing the city for you." Enjolras exclaims, more of relief coloring the words than any sort of anger or exasperation. "You make yourself hard to find, my friend."

"I've been...well, it is not so important now. Not nearly so much as what brought you here."

"I have a few assignments. I was hoping you would take one." Enjolras is all revolution, even now. "And I've missed you as well." He adds, putting a steaming mug in front of Combeferre, before settling next to him, close enough to touch. "What did you make of Feuilly's proposal,last meeting?"

He did not know how, or when, and perhaps he did not care, but every moment with Enjolras beside him, even if it only were a moment, or a dream was to be valued above all else.

Thus, if anyone should find him now, Combeferre can be found at the small table in the alcove, his head bent to his best friend's, happily working away on that proposal now that everything is all right in the world.