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[ferrefriend]

Combeferre wanders onto the deck, his nose in a book as usual, not noticing where he is until ocean spray splashes onto his face, splattering his glasses. He removes them to wipe them dry, puts them back on, and.... stares.

Oh dear. I must have taken a wrong turning somewhere.

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[goldeng0d]

*and this is probably one of the rare times you're going to see Enjolras smile* Mon ami.

[ferrefriend]

*beams a little* Perhaps I didn't take a wrong turning after all. Bonjour, Enjolras.

[goldeng0d]

Bonjour. *and the smile dims a little* --Tell me, have I gone entirely mad or are we supposed to be dead?

[ferrefriend]

Well, I... do remember being shot at. And a bright light, but that may have been flames or the flare of gunfire... And then darkness, and then.... Then I was here.

But I'm certain I don't feel dead. Not any more than I did yesterday, at any rate. And I'm sure you don't look it.

[kisstheirfeet]

*regards and then wanders over* M'sieur! You're M'sieur Combeferre? Are you not?

[ferrefriend]

*nods to her politely* That I am, mlle. Can I help you?

[kisstheirfeet]

M'sieur Enjolras said I should talk to you. *she's smiling, but it's not particularly an inviting one* About death, m'sieur. I think I'm supposed to be dead. Did you die too?

[ferrefriend]

*peers at her for a moment before clicking to himself* Of course. You're the poor girl who was shot. A friend of Marius, were you not?

Now, I believe that yes, I have died, as have you, obviously, and Enjolras, so it would appear that this is some form of afterlife. Of course, some mythologies do involve ships, in which case this is quite fitting. Though I've never seen a ship that looks quite like this...

[la_baronne]

*obviously has no idea who he is, but he looks nice, so will curtsey and smile at him* Oh, dear, monsieur! You should be careful of where you are going. It would be just horrid if you fell overboard!

[ferrefriend]

*smiles at her, always polite* Oh, don't you worry, mlle. I believe the danger of that happening has been averted. For today, at least. Still, I thank you for your kind concern.

*bows politely* Matthieu Combeferre, at your service.

[la_baronne]

It is no trouble, monsieur. I should hate to see something so dreadful happen to such kind gentleman.

*smiles* Cosette Pontmercy, monsieur. It is lovely to meet you.

[ferrefriend]

*blinks at her for a moment* Pont... Cos... *laughs suddenly* I say! You're that phantom maid of Marius', aren't you? An absolute pleasure, madame!

[alwaysor]

It appears that we all did. But everyone seems all right.

[ferrefriend]

Including those who, by the laws of logic, ought not to be alright. Still, I will be grateful for this as common sense dictates.

*bows politely* Matthieu Combeferre, madame.

[alwaysor]

Yes, I've noticed that myself. I'm supposed to be dead. But it is certainly nice to be alive.

It's nice to meet you. *and where she comes from, not everyone uses names, even if they have them, so she isn't likely to introduce herself...*

[ferrefriend]

*notices the lack of introduction and finds it odd, but is too polite to push her for one*

A pleasure, indeed. And yes, it is always nice to be alive. Especially when ones friends are found to share the same happy fate.

[lovelivesinme]

"Good evening, sir. May I perhaps ask what it is that you are reading? I hope I am not troubling you too much, sir.... I'm afraid I trouble many people...." She fades, before adding, as she was taught as a young, if sickly girl, "My name is Fosca...."

[ferrefriend]

His eyes widen involuntarily for a moment, for this girl is not at all attractive, but she seems gentle, so she deserves the politeness he gives to any woman.

"It is a collection of works by Voltaire, Mlle Fosca. Are you at all familiar with his writings?"

[lovelivesinme]

"Hmm.... A man after my own heart, I'm afraid." She smiles at this, as though prepared to make a joke. "It is not very optimistic either.... He wrote of freedom from French institutions, well, aside from my personal favorite, "Candide", did he not?"

[ferrefriend]

He nods. "That is correct, Mlle. It is a theme with which I hold some ties, I must say, considering for some time it was my life - and after that, my death."