A celebratory day, of sorts.

[eagle_of_words]

A Happy Bastille Day, my friends! Courfeyrac, make us laugh. Grantaire, wine. Bahorel, tell us tales of red revolution. Jehan, a poem. Our Fearless Leader need only stand by and look dramatic. Joly I want to sit by my side throughout it all. As for the rest of you, do something appropriate. All of you, by God, excuse my illness.

*is far too energetic. we can only assume that the yellow fever, as we have been informed it would, is running its course and leaving him to convalesce. in the meantime, intends to be ridiculous*