War Is Coming Communications.

The party/toy/donation drive shindig is in two days. We've reached our goal already but I think it'd be amazing to surpass is. I know not everyone has the money to donate toys and things but time is also a great thing to donate so please if you can do that it'd be great. There's more than a thousand toys to wrap and any helpers would be great.

Also I need someone to paint an awesome snowman game for Rose's center celebration. Any takers?

[Filtered to Eponine and Enjolras]

Would you two object to me getting a dog? I do not want to cause any trouble for the two of you, so I figured I would ask first.

Well that was...different. Do things like this happen often?

So gymnastics meet is tomorrow and you should all come watch.

Then I'm hosting an after party at the Youth Center. You can take the Rose out of Lawrence but you can't take the Lawrence out of the Rose. You should definitely all come to that! There's going to be pizza and juice and probably some weird alien will show up and try to interrupt our fun but it'll only take us about five minutes to beat it so it's fine.

I signed up to teach a self defense class. The children seem to enjoy it. Might as well do some good while I'm here. This juice bar is strangely addictive too.

Oh. I guess I went away and came back.

Hello! Eponine? Enjolras? You had better still be here! Are you married yet? Did I miss it?

KOL! Where are you?! I'm starving.

It's quite refreshing working with humans without agendas on your life. The city council have been quite forthcoming with aid for some projects I've asked them to consider. 

I've not had this much free time in centuries.

[Marcel]

Your Davina. Wonderful artist by all accounts.

There is talk of a scholorship, if she keeps her grades up in school, she could be eligable for art college.

Now I mention her not out of any supposed guilt of future crimes but because she truly does have a talent. Might be best not to mention my part in any of this. She might think there's an agenda and refuse.

I tried. I tried to listen to what the pornographic angel said and not look into my future, but I couldn't help it. I had to know...I had to know if she was okay and if the idiot boy had taken care of her.

She's dead. She's dead and I can't fix it. It was my fault. I have a son I cannot provide for, and it's likely the Giry brat will never face justice.

My sweet Christine...she's gone. All because I left...because I tried to do the right thing.

Is there any culture in this barbaric savage city? Music? Opera? Theater? Anything that is not the...television as I am told it's called?

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I rest my case, your honor.

(That being said, no offense to our Disneyesque friends...aka my extended family)

Are the people here normally so dramatic? You make La Carlotta look tame and that woman could throw a fit like you wouldn't believe...

So, as promised I have made a mine turtle.  Don't worry, no live turtles were harmed in the process.

Also, it has a very nice strong box, and a safety switch to make sure you don't press the button by accident.

Lee, Lexi, want me to bring it over.

[Picture of a mine turtle robot thing attached]

There is a day to celebrate being a father now? It would seem anything gets a holiday in this time period

Just talk to people. Just talk to peo

I understand that English is the common language spoken here. I am Erik.

This device is strange, yet fascinating, an entire world of information at my fingertips...

[Eponine and Gavroche]

Thank you for your kind hospitality. Like I said...I am not used to such...kindness. There is always a catch. There is always cruelty

So, you’re all still here then?  Even after defeating my brothers.  Interesting.

 I believe that some of you have decided to have relationships with some of my younger siblings.  I want a word.  Especially with you, Mikaelson.

 And as for you, Crowley.  I’ll deal with you later.

[Anna and Castiel]

How you doing, kids?

Où suis-je? Madame Giry, petite Giry? ... je ne me souviens pas se cacher dans un cimetière. Peut-être suis-je mort? L'ange de l'Enfer enfin envoyé où il appartient?