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[never_shall_yield]

Javert does not know how lucky he was to have avoided both the zombie invasion, and Halloween. So he does not feel any particular gratitude at coming up from the office, and finding the place entirely normal. He just deposits a large box on his corner table, sets a pad of paper next to it, a fountain pen on top, and an inkstand to the side.

That done, a rat brings bread and water, and a napkin that directs him to a package left for him at the bar. He does not notice this at first, because he is preoccupied. He sits, picks a random sheet of paper out of the box, stretches his fingers out and begins to transcribe it to proper paper. In proper handwriting. With proper headings, and a uniformity of style. Because someone knows how to keep account of things, unlike anyone else in the security office.

He came up because it was time to eat, but apparently there is no time to stop for repast. If anyone cares to dispute that, they may go and see the state of the office for themselves.



[OOC: Open until the weekend.
ETA: but for tonight, I must beg slowtime for sleep. Am around to continue all tomorrow. Night, all, and thanks to those who tagged. <333]

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[never_shall_yield]

'Ah.'

He fights the urge to laugh. It would not have been a nice one, anyway.

'This is not for us to understand, that should be clear.'

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, I disagree. The purpose of my life has been fairly clear to me for a very long time," Ganymede replies, as if he hadn't noticed the expression that very clearly said Javert was distinctly not amused.

The man really does have no poker face at all.

[never_shall_yield]

None at all.

'And what is it?'

He has something to say on this, but would like to hear this answer first; additionally, it is likely not the sort of thing Ganymede will agree with, so it is safer to hold on to it a moment.

[the_cupbearer]

"To prove that sex is a good thing," he says. "And yes, I know you disagree."

[never_shall_yield]

Anything he might have been about to say disappears from his head.



'That is not a purpose of life.'

He is speechless.

[the_cupbearer]

"Of course it is. All of us change the world in our own, small ways."

[never_shall_yield]

Literally speechless.





'...monsieur, you astound me.'

[the_cupbearer]

"So you've said. Should I be upset about that?"

[never_shall_yield]

He closes his mouth. It still takes a minute to stop staring.


'Ganymede, it is not a valid thing to dedicate a life towards. Anyone's life, least of all yours.'