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[drinkwithfwee]

*All dark-suited and frowning, because he doesn't know where he is and that's not right and wasn't he just dead anyway and what the Hell is going on and what happened to France and why is there suddenly a boat?*

I..er...what?!

Typist: Feuilly, Les Miserables

Comments

[petitpoete]

*pouncesnuggles Feuilly* We're on a boat, cher.

[drinkwithfwee]

*yay! and an entirely manly hug, really* That much I had ascertained, Jehan. A boat - and good company! *grin*

[petitpoete]

*Jehan can never be entirely manly, but -- yes XD* Well other than that, we don't know. But there is a kitchen and there are beds and I have a pot of flowers. So it's a good place.

[drinkwithfwee]

A pot of flowers? It is halfway to a home and cannot be bad in that case.

[noparticiples]

We're none of us quite sure. *and this? this would be a pouncetacklehug*

[drinkwithfwee]

*hugs! And staggers back a little, perhaps, but ssh* I'm beginning to think I can cope, mon ami, if I'm just one of many. *raises eyebrow, trying to look a bit serious, but mostly failing* And here I was told you were threatening to throw me overboard for being late.

[noparticiples]

I certainly was! But you've arrived soon enough I'll let you live. I don't want our fearless leader tossing me in after you, after all.

[drinkwithfwee]

*grin* I'm grateful to have such merciful friends surrounding me, am I not, mon ami?

[la_baronne]

*curtsies* What what, monsieur?

[drinkwithfwee]

What - is this place and am I doing here, I think ought to have been the rest of that. I am not so very eloquent on occasion. *smiles at her* Bonjour.

[la_baronne]

Well, it is quite disconcerting to suddenly appear on a boat. *smiles back* Bonjour, monsieur! I don't suppose you are one of Marius' friends, as well?

[drinkwithfwee]

*raises eyebrow* That's right, mlle. My name is Yves Feuilly, I know Marius quite well.