milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Courfeyrac is lounging in an armchair by the fire, his legs dangling carelessly over one arm. There's a book open on his chest, something about existentialism - but he's not reading a word. He's rather more concentrated on a bottle of wine, and watching patrons go back and forth. He hasn't spent enough time doing that since he's been here, what with one thing and another - but he reasons that no one can object to him sitting around all he likes, what with the dearth of other things to do.

[tiny!tag: Joly]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"So am I." He grins. "Some people don't like Milliways, I know, but it's given me almost everything I could wish for."

'Some people don't like Milliways.'

Well! That is very odd.

'They object to it as an afterlife, or in general?'

"In general, I think. I've never really understood it, except sometimes for the living Bound."

'Living Bound. I suppose that speaks for itself - but still, it would surely be an opportunity to rest with friends, enjoy the company and the wine, no? There are worse jails to find yourself in, I would guess.'

Though he would still probably not enjoy it if it happened to him.

"For some, perhaps. But for others, eager to get back to the life waiting outside..."

'...yes, very well, I can see how that would be frustrating to some.'

He thinks a moment, then grins.

'You could not be kept from the barricade even when free of the certainty of death - I can imagine how you would have reacted if you found yourself stuck here instead of finding a way back to it. I wonder would the magic have been strong enough to hold you?'

Gavroche laughs. "Oh, I would have found a way. Even if I had to cheat a way around time."

'I hope to goodness that is not-'

He stops, and rethinks.

'Is that possible?'

"If you met the right person here, I wouldn't bet against it. I never had reason to try."

'No. And nor do I.'

Really. But it is still a fascinating thing to think about.

He lets out a short laugh.

'I think the time is coming when I should stop sitting around refusing to read books, and perhaps look into the possibilities of this place.'

Perhaps. After this glass.

"You could spend years doing that and never reach the end. Refusing to read books?"

He picks up the volume on existentialism next to him, waves it once or twice, and puts it down again with a slightly melodramatic sigh.

'When one is faced with eternity in which to read, suddenly reading anything at all seems rather pointless. Especially when there are such people as to be found here. And things! Do you know, Bossuet says he fought a dragon.'

He is envious.

" - a dragon?" He's diverted from the existentialist book, which he finds as boring as Courfeyrac evidently does anyway. "And he didn't get eaten?"

'Yes!'

He is suddenly animated all over again.

'That is to say, no. He did not get eaten. But yes, a dragon!'

"In Milliways? Or did he find a way out for a while?"

'I forget. I assume the latter, but who knows? You should ask him.'

"I will!" he says with a grin. "I want to know where this happened. And all the details."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only