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Serenity Cove, Sunday Evening
The day had passed largely without event for Éponine, as did most days to tell the truth. It wasn't until right around dinnertime, when she happened to notice the date, that she realized there was anything significant about it. But that was why she was here now, sitting up on the rocks beside the ocean, a bottle of something-or-other alcoholic ( ( Read more... ) -
Fandom Post Office Voicemail
Éponine had managed to persuade someone to show her how to record a voicemail message, though it would be understandable if you happened to hear the raspy voice and think it belonged to someone else ( Read more... ) -
Fandom Post Office, December 22 (Tuesday)
If it had been entirely up to her, Éponine would still be at home today, under the covers and probably nursing a massive hangover. (And treating it by drinking more, of course. Was there any other way ( Read more... ) -
En Route to the Abandoned Warehouse District, Saturday Evening
These dreams the past couple of nights had Éponine feeling -- well, somewhat less stable than usual. The day they had to leave Montfermeil, Montparnasse's vicious smile, Inspector Javert's hand clamping down on her shoulder, the clang of a barred door shutting her into a prison cell, the hail of grapeshot from the National Guard's artillery: a ( Read more... ) -
Fandom Post Office, December 8 (Tuesday)
The holiday decorations were up in the lobby again, complete with the fake snowdrifts piling up in the corners, and Éponine certainly hadn't put them there. The bowls of tiny candy canes were cute, though, which was more than she could say for the sweater she had on ( Read more... ) -
Fandom Post Office, March 24 (Tuesday)
Éponine didn't like it out there today any more than she had yesterday, or the day before, and to tell the truth she'd much rather have holed up at home until someone else came along and fixed things, because that seemed like the smarter thing to do; she'd developed an annoying sense of duty about her job, though, and anyway the post office was as ( Read more... ) -
The Streets of Fandom, Monday Evening
Well, the weather was doing strange things again and, as usual, Éponine was out in it. She was distinctly not happy about this, particularly since her work shift was over and she had someplace warm and . . . well, 'dry' wasn't exactly a concern right now, but she hadn't been able to pass up the price she was offered for a private delivery. It was ( Read more... ) -
Around the Island, Late Christmas Eve (or Early Christmas Morning)
Fandom reminded Éponine of home a great deal, and that was particularly true late at night when everything out of range of the street lamps was just a jumble of featureless, indistinguishable shapes. That made it easy, on nights like tonight when it was already too easy to fall prey to her own thoughts, to get lost in memories . . . and the ( Read more... ) -
A Bench in the Park, Laaaaaaaaaate Thursday Night
The food at the community center had been good, but Éponine hadn't stayed very long at dinner. The whole holiday was a new thing for her, and as it turned out she had rather mixed feelings about it. It was a fine idea, everyone sharing a meal, but her appreciation was tempered by the cynicism of someone who'd gone hungry far too often and after a ( Read more... ) -
Éponine's Not-So-Abandoned Warehouse, Saturday Morning
Éponine, at eight years old, had been away from home a few times before and to tell the truth she didn't mind much; usually she only had to go with Magnon, pretend to be her daughter, and be quiet and well-behaved long enough to convince some judge or rich gentleman or other that she was properly taken care of. She wasn't usually sent off by ( Read more... )