Madison Valley Role Play

WHO: Grantaire & Enjolras
WHAT: It's about orange juice, and then it isn't.
WHEN: [backdated] Thursday, December 19th
WHERE: Grantaire's place
STATUS: Closed, logged and to be completed in comments.
WARNINGS: Low, there is a fire hazard for a hot minute.

( He wasn't oblivious that things were tense, Enjolras just tended to ignore them until someone pointed it out—and Eponine had done a good job of that. )

[FILTERED TO ÉPONINE]:

He's here. If you would be so kind as to remove him from my apartment before he sleeps another night away. Probably still drunk.

People here certainly aren't very polite, especially the men, and especially the police officers.

I would only be 'truant' if I were supposed to be somewhere. So clearly I was not.

Who: Grantaire & Enjolras
What: This is a loaded question. Enjolras has been getting all puffy bird on the internet and hermity, and when he finally realizes that he is alone and things are bothering him in a way his unemotional heart can't explain, he goes to speak with Grantaire. Yeah, no. Bad idea.
When: Tuesday morning.
Where: Grantaire's apartment.
Warnings: None in particular. Just yelling and vague mentions of death.
Status: Log, closed/complete.

( I need to speak with you, Grantaire. And I want you to be serious. Is this something you think you are capable of? )

I have read your Constitution, and about your Republic and how it functions. The library here is very extensive. I wonder, though. I wonder if it would do any good to read about my own country, what you would call history and I would call the future. Would it do any good? How even should I take it: as a storyteller's account with the usual embellishments, or a cautionary tale, or a true and accurate reflection of what is to become of my own family?

I do not know if it is a good idea to read such things.

Technology is easier to read about, and perhaps more useful. Another question. How might I learn to ride a car? There are no horses here and it would seem silly not to adopt your mode of travel.

I have learned that a package of cigarettes in this time and place costs five dollars and eighty-eight cents. I then learned when I tried to convert this to Francs that Francs no longer exist! Instead in France they now have something called the Euro. Well, at least Enjolras, you will be pleased at such a display of unity.

I however will remain aghast. How on earth do people in this day and age afford their vices!? It pains me to know the cost of other such items. I require immediate tutelage.

[Grantaire & Enjolras (in French)]

How are you two holding up? Are you adapting alright? Let me know if you need anything, if I can help you in any way.

What is there that is fun to do on a Sunday afternoon?