"What is this?" Feuilly wondered, adjusting his powdered wig a little as he glanced at Enjolras, Combeferre and Courfeyrac in turn. "The one night a year when Enjolras does something with his hair?" He teased, glancing at his friend's curls in amusement. "Oh my god, you have an earring."
"I always had an earring." Enjolras shrugged a little. " Got that done in high school, when I came to terms with who I was. Danton over there," He nodded towards Courfeyrac, who was, at the moment, draped over Combeferre as the scientific Carnot, "is responsible for the curls. I don't see it being a common thing. The smell of burning hair." he shook his head. "Kind of made the whole thing a little bit not worth it. Joly and Jehan here yet or did the two of them decide that they were going to have it out first?"
"I've made it." Jehan carried a mini guilotine, flashng it in Enjolras's face as the infamous Collot d' Herbois, famed for the deaths of many aristocrats during the French revolution. "Let us spill the blood of the aristocrats." He added, grinning, perhaps a little TOO in character.
"...Considering how many of us lost our heads?" Enjolras shook his head a little. "Joly isn't here yet?"
"Joly is not coming." Combeferre broke into the conversation, his phone making a weird contrast with his costume. "Something important's come up. He did not say what though."
"Well." Enjolras shook his head a little. "I sincerely hope he isn't dying again."
"In that case, my Dear Saint-Just, it would be...Thursday?" Courfeyrac joked, twitching his coat sleeves into place. "And Bahorel's at the club so that leaves us to carry out the work of revolution."
"Are we allowed to have punch first?" Combeferre teased, starting in the direction of the refreshments. "Remember we're apparently avoiding everybody else from home, so no one start any drama."
"My dear," Jehan flung his arms out. "I am a dramatist by trade, and not involved in your...whatever it even is, but for the sake of your request, I will do as you ask."
"Small miracles." Feuilly rolled his eyes, then sneezed as a little powder fell off of his wig and into his nose. "We should start by ensuring we survive the night."
Good enough mission, really.
[OOC: Costumes:
Yeah so they dressed as members of the Comittee of Public safety from the FIRST French revolution. Like I was taking away the chance for Enjolras to be Saint-Just. It takes a stronger hand than this mun's.