Not Another One?

[cafeetoranges]

He's short, although the specially made heeled slippers gain him back a few inches, so he can look his friends eye to eye when he wishes. Yet the most remarkable thing about his current appearance is his confusion. A bloody bandage or possibly an ex-cravat drapes around his neck, and he holds his chin gingerly, prodding it delicately with apparent

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[angede_la_mort]

*and here's one of said friends, trying not to let the relief on his face show -- it's been rather irritating, with only Camille and Danton here (though the fanboys are amusing)*

Maxime.

[cafeetoranges]

*doesn't hide his relief* You are here. Where are we?

[angede_la_mort]

*shrugs, looking baffled* No one's quite sure. Desmoulins and Danton are here as well, however. Therefore it must be hell.

[cafeetoranges]

We seem to be at sea. *though it's not as if he meant his friend would have missed that*

Why them I wonder? I didn't think you believed in hell.

[abaslabastille]

*oh, Camille isn't happy* *but who could blame him?* ...And here I was hoping you'd turn out immortal.

[cafeetoranges]

*smiles and shakes his head* Why would you think that?

*not really surprised no, and not as irked to see Camille as one might think* Danton wasn't immortal either.

[abaslabastille]

*is just as irked to see Maxime as one might think* Yes, you rather made sure of that.

[cafeetoranges]

It was necessary. *genuinely regretful* You didn't have to go with him.

[goldeng0d]

*quite frankly, stares -- and then sinks into a chair, shaking his head* --Citoyen?

[cafeetoranges]

*turns to see the young man* Oui?

[goldeng0d]

*quite probably still staring, in a mixture of shock (he shouldn't be, what with the others here) and awe* I --do I have the honour of addressing Citoyen Robespierre?

*...Yes, he's well aware that was a stupid question*

[cafeetoranges]

You do. *tone betrays a bit of amusement* And who might you be?

[ferrefriend]

*was peacefully walking along, sipping his tea, and....chokes* *manages to regain his composure eventually...to some extent*

Pardonnez-moi, citoyen.

[cafeetoranges]

Don't mind me, citoyen.

[ferrefriend]

A pleasure... I mean, merci... I mean.... *bows slightly* Matthieu Combeferre.

[cafeetoranges]

*head bob* Maximilien Robespierre. *sounds vaguely amused*

[towering_lion]

Now I'm quite sure this really is Hell. Who knew it'd be on a boat?

[cafeetoranges]

What are you doing here?

[towering_lion]

*drily* I'm leading the ship in a revolution against you, of course.

[cafeetoranges]

Of course. Give Camille back! I saw him first.