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voice. @sandra

[tutorb]

[ Quite some time after the violence in the Olympian streets kicks up (which she has endured more than enough of, but now that she is interned somewhere safer inside while everyone else is out quelling and taking advantage of the riots, she is quickly finding herself impotently restless and bored) Mr. Valjean will receive a call one day, toward the evening. ]

I hope this finds you well, my dear Fauchelevent, considering the state of things. Have you been keeping out of trouble?

[almaredemptoris]

[Having so carefully arranged his life so as to shield himself with secrecy, Jean Valjean is unused to the privacy of his living quarters being breached by an outsider. Moreover, he is unused to the technology provided by the Natha Orbiters, and so when the device begins to hum within the drawer where it is kept, he is thoroughly startled from his reading. Upon seeing the sender's name, he deliberates for a moment: he feels great consternation for this device that allows anyone to find him at any time, but ultimately the woman in question is one for whom he cannot help but hold curiosity. Thus, he answers.] Madame Sandra, hello. How glad I am to hear from you. I'm well, despite the circumstances. My home was looted last week, but the damage done was but little and the robbers have not returned. [He has little worth pilfering, after all.] What of yourself?

[tutorb]

[ So unfortunate the man of secrecy, Jean Valjean, is to have befriended a woman to which secrets mean nothing. But one thing she cannot do is Read across the same distance these devices can connect, and thus when she calls, she is left to rely on voice alone. Not that this puts her at any social disadvantage, her Reading is an idle act, far from a necessity. ]

Unfortunate, but I am glad to hear the damage was minimal. It seems no one has escaped the notice of petty thieves this week, or worse.

[ Much worse. She lets out a sigh. ]

We were looted as well. I, in particular, was apparently most coveted. But I have been returned to familiar hands... And am being kept a little further from the windows, this time. [ She chuckles. What else can she do, really? She's used to being stolen by now. ] At another's apartment, though. It seems in my absence, ours was damaged beyond repair.

[almaredemptoris]

[The Lord has thus far guided Jean Valjean's destiny through myriad strange curves and bends, and so perhaps it is only proper that his path should cross with that of a woman from whom he can conceal nothing.] I hope that everyone was able to stay safe. Moreover, I'm glad that no harm befell you. I imagine it must have been quite the ordeal. [Being trapped in the orb as she is, how could she have resisted?] I trust you have been keeping indoors ever since? It is not safe to go about in this present unrest.

MISFIRE. @CAMULUS

[dontgiveabuckland]

theres no tp in here

[Cam has mastered the art of texting for help while on the toilet.]

[almaredemptoris]

[To go from his Easter prayer and thanksgiving to this...]

Pardon, Monsieur Buckland?

[dontgiveabuckland]

oh hey faushe

whats up?

[He's a little busy. Also didn't realize he texted first.]

thanks I hate it

[almaredemptoris]

[Thankfully he is already familiar with such slang.]

I am well on this Easter Sunday, thank you.

You wrote me telling of a lack of tp but I’m afraid I do not know what this means.

un: Joker // MISFIRE

[larsenist]

[ his response to Fred's misfire ends up getting cc'd to a stranger. thanks, Sael! ]

Seems like you've got a wild side, too.

[almaredemptoris]

I beg your pardon?

[larsenist]

Didn't know you were into [ what's the term they use in Olympia... ] models.

[ he's trying not to judge... just... color him surprised... ]

( text | misfire ) FROM: ✨👑KING JJ👑✨

[underwhelms]

is it possible to contain this level of sexual magnetism?
i'm not even sure if i want to!!

[almaredemptoris]

[How is he meant to respond to this?]

There are thoughts that are best to keep to oneself, stranger.

[underwhelms]

[ thanks for the advice jvj but he hates that idea ]

you can't abandon me when i'm opening up
we're friends through thick and thin!

4/1 misfire; if it's too late for this lmk!! un: unchained

[hedonistic]

yo, how do you feel about fondant

[almaredemptoris]

Melting? What is it that is being melted? [Moreover, why is he being contacted about this?]

idk my bff cam

[dontgiveabuckland]

i think i figured it out

yamete

[almaredemptoris]

[You kids and your lack of preamble...] Monsieur Buckland, what is it that you have figured out?

[dontgiveabuckland]

ill tell you in a minute

hows your leg doing?

text | c.fraser

[nineteenfortyfive]

Monsieur Fauchelevent, I have some news. I believe I may have told you once that my husband and I took in a young boy that lived in Paris, while we were there?

[almaredemptoris]

Good day, Madame Fraser. Indeed, you previously spoke some of your time in Paris. I pray that it is favorable news you bring?

[nineteenfortyfive]

The most favorable. Fergus is awake, as well as my daughter that I showed you, Brianna.

action;

[hedonistic]

[Once the group reaches Nadril and settles into their lodgings, Kagari goes looking for people he knows, to make sure they survived the journey here. Not that he would ever admit that was what he was doing, of course; if caught, he'd just claim he was looking around. Nonetheless, he wanders through the halls with purpose, quickly glancing into any open rooms he passes to see if he recognizes anyone inside.

One of those he's looking for, he finds in the hall by chance instead. When he does, he tries to play it casual. He's not relieved to see you in one piece or anything, that's clearly your imagination, old man.]

Yo, ojisan.

[Maybe one of these days they'll actually learn each other's names, but perhaps not this day.]

Pretty cool place they got here, huh?

[Haha, get it. Cool.]

[almaredemptoris]

[For all that Kagari tries to feign indifference, Jean Valjean notes that he appears to be in far higher spirits than when last they encountered one another. He pauses in his step and in greeting gives a cordial smile.]

Good day to you. You are taking well, then, to the climate of this city?

[Sorry, the pun sailed right over his head, hailing as he does from a time before “cool” became an all-purpose colloquialism...]

[hedonistic]

[He's always in higher spirits than at the stasis unit, man. It's awkward in there.]

Oh my god, you're so old.

[He lets out a short laugh, though it's not an unpleasant one.]

The climate's the worst part of this place. But they've got tech.

[the only place he gets access to tech is the station, and they can only go up there once a day, typically]