Allons enfants de la Patrie/ Le jour de gloire est arrivé...

[aknighterrant]

For the struggling insurgents the world had shrunk to include only the Rue de la Chanvrerie and the café Corinth behind it, a world that was a myriad of smoke, dust, blood, mud, and rain. Enjolras had given his last orders, and soon the barricade would break and the small Parisian street that the students had kept safe for the French Republic since

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[fleurdescendres]

"Apologies, sir," Fleur returned, hands in pockets as she approached the newcomer, "but you have skipped straight to Hell instead." The fact that the young man had appeared out of thin air left her completely unfazed. It made a nice change, actually; people here tended to come and go in non-magical ways.

[aknighterrant]

Courfeyrac got to his feet, still understandably disoriented and looking it. In all honesty he had no idea if this was Heaven, and was inclined to doubt it, but no other explanation seemed any more logical - and that was saying something.

On the other hand, if the young woman approaching he was what God had had in mind when he created the angels, Courfeyrac was apt to feel more kindly towards Him than he had in some time.

"It would be more appropriate," he said, a quirk of a smile making it through his bemused expression, "but my senses tell me otherwise."

[fleurdescendres]

It was such a relief to hear her native language. Although Fleur was still practicing regularly with Sophie, the growth of a French contigent on the island wasn't an unappealing thought.

Fleur smiled ruefully at the man. "Nonetheless, here you are. We call it Tabula Rasa. There are nearly 300 of us, all of whom simply arrived. No one knows how to get off. And most of the residents speak English." This she said as though it were among the island's worse offense. "Hardly Heaven." She offered a hand and a more sincere smile. "Fleur Delacour. It's a mercy to meet a countryman."

[aknighterrant]

Rene blinked, and blinked again. He threw a look over his shoulder, a gesture of disbelief, then looked back at the young woman. "But I was just..." Courfeyrac frowned. This was not quite what he had expected.

At least the welcoming party was attractive. "Rene Courfeyrac. The pleasure's all mine." He took her hand with a smile, but instead of shaking it kissed her fingers.

"Did you say they're mostly English?" The young Frenchman clearly wasn't very impressed by this bit of news, either.

[benedictbecky]

"I'm sorry, honey," said Becky, who'd wandered down to the shore in hopes of finding shells. "I don't understand a word you just said." Her crucifixes clinking together merrily in the wind, she bent over a bit to look at him.

[aknighterrant]

It took Rene a few moments to process the foreign tongue - long enough for him to sit up and run a hand through his hair bewilderedly - but once he regained his sense of things he looked up at the girl and replied in accented English. "This is not exactly what I've been told was supposed to happen next," he explained. "Where in God's name am I?"

[benedictbecky]

"Nobody knows," said Becky honestly. She sure as hell didn't. "What do you mean? What happens next?" She looked around suspiciously. "Oh, god, are you a narc?"

[aknighterrant]

"I mean I think I was just shot and then..." He shook his head as if to clear it, but before he could continue her next question left him confused all over again. "Pardon - a what?"