Bonjour, 'allo.

[all_that_grace]

Enters a good-looking young man in his early twenties, tall and lean in a manner that suggests he will likely go quickly to heaviness once he gets older and less energetic; but at the moment, all cheery grace as he wanders up the path. "B'god, if this is Paradise they're letting anyone in these days! Hallo? Anyone here?"

Typist: Right, so since

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[likeclearwater]

"Hello," Sadik says, leaning around a tree and smiling at him. For a moment, when it was just the tone of his voice she heard, she'd thought he was someone she knew, but no, so she steps out entirely and says, "Yes, there are lots of people."

[all_that_grace]

He blinks, grins, and gives her a playful bow. "Delighted to hear it, mam'selle. Are they all hiding behind trees, or only you?"

[likeclearwater]

"I'm Sadik," she says, because she's still not really gotten the hang of titles, and bows back, because, well, he did, so it's probably the right greeting, "I think it's just me for trees."

She grins. "There's not much water where I come from, so all the trees have to be useful." She pats the one she's standing next to. "I like that here they just grow."

[all_that_grace]

"A desert maiden! Marvelous." He grins again. "Aimery Courfeyrac, at your service, Mademoiselle Sadik. I'm rather fond of trees myself. Easygoing things."

[baldlaigle]

"And what makes you think you'd get in?" Bossuet grins. "Not Paradise as far as I can tell, but no one knows what it is, so call it what you like."

Typist: Eeeee.

[all_that_grace]

"You!" Clearly, this calls for a tacklehug.

[baldlaigle]

Bossuet hugs back tightly, grinning wider. "You certainly took your time getting here, didn't you?"

[all_that_grace]

"Did I?" Courfeyrac laughs. "It wasn't intentional."

[she_is_france]

Oh, look, it's turning into a good day.

"I am." It has to be admitted, that is fond amusement in his voice.

[all_that_grace]

The smile is incandescent. "Enjolras!" And Courfeyrac goes to meet him, hands outstretched -- one doesn't quite pounce Enjolras, glad as one may be to see him.

[she_is_france]

"Courfeyrac." Enjolras steps out too, and takes his hands firmly. "It's good to see you."

[all_that_grace]

"Good to see you in one piece, God! How are you?"

[colored_gowns]

"Forgive me, sir, but I believe there are far too few deceased present for this to be called Paradise. Though," she adds, "I've heard it's rather pleasant, though I have not been here long enough myself to speak for certain."

[all_that_grace]

He turns quickly, smiling ruefully. "As to that, madame, if I'm not deceased I'm infernally lucky. But whatever this is, it's a good deal more pleasant than being shot at, so I'll take it."

[colored_gowns]

Arabella attempts to register no surprise, and her tone is very polite. "Are you a soldier, sir?"

[all_that_grace]

Oh, dear, awkward. A hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. "Not as such, no."

[sweariwontdie]

Armand looks up from his studying. "Bonjour! Are you new then?"

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac laughs. "Now, whatever gives you that idea, I wonder?"

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[sweariwontdie]

"Your attitude?" He doesn't mean anything by it and is smiling. He sets his book aside and stands to bow. "I'm Armand St. Just."

[all_that_grace]

"Aimery Courfeyrac." He returns the courtesy briefly.