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milliways_bar2017-09-29 01:04 am
rudderless) wrote in milliways_bar2017-09-29 01:04 am
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Eponine has been around. Busy, ceaselessly so lately, but around.
She has a cocky strut as she emerges from the portrait portal to the House of Arch. Laden with books crammed with bits of yellow and blue note paper tucked up under her chin, holding a large blue platter in her hand and dressed casually - but with her ubiquitous mob cap in place. She looks up and raises an eyebrow at her surroundings.
"Not the plan, but I'll work with it," she declares.
Eponine has become, over the past few months, just the thing she wished to become when she was playfully taunting Marius on the streets of Paris all those months ago - a student. A student delayed, who has graduated from picture books to chap books to young adult novels. According to her tutors she's near around to where a girl her age ought to be, brainwise.
She'll always be a bit too skinny, a bit too unparticular about her food. A bit too haunted. But normal, still, on some level.
Gavroche won't give up on her, of course. Together, they have broadened her knowledge. She knows how many cups are in a pint. She knows the date and place where Marie Antoinette was beheaded. She's added two and two and subtracted the whole.
And, even though it's not a necessary quality in a young girl her age anymore, she's begun to learn how to cook.
Therefore - placing her platter, heaping with brownies that seem to at least be passably edible onto the table - She approaches the notice board with one of the markers from her books and takes up a pen, and soon tacked right in the middle there is the following bit of doggerel:
Answer the girl in the red cap this riddle
and a treat you shall have:
A farmer has twelve cows and four chickens. How many didn't?
A silly riddle - one she'd learned from the first of the chap books that Gav bought her - but one that leaves her proud. It's written in a fine hand, one a lady would be proud of, and spelled out carefully. She sits down at her table with a cup of wine, and waits for a clever curious someone to unburden her. Or even a familiar face.
Progress. It happens slowly, but it happens for us all.
[OOC: I just got back from seeing the latest touring company of Les Mis and guess who got loud. Open forever, catch her at the board or catch her at her table. Also I totally need a link into the crackchat discord so anyone who has one can you dm me?]
She has a cocky strut as she emerges from the portrait portal to the House of Arch. Laden with books crammed with bits of yellow and blue note paper tucked up under her chin, holding a large blue platter in her hand and dressed casually - but with her ubiquitous mob cap in place. She looks up and raises an eyebrow at her surroundings.
"Not the plan, but I'll work with it," she declares.
Eponine has become, over the past few months, just the thing she wished to become when she was playfully taunting Marius on the streets of Paris all those months ago - a student. A student delayed, who has graduated from picture books to chap books to young adult novels. According to her tutors she's near around to where a girl her age ought to be, brainwise.
She'll always be a bit too skinny, a bit too unparticular about her food. A bit too haunted. But normal, still, on some level.
Gavroche won't give up on her, of course. Together, they have broadened her knowledge. She knows how many cups are in a pint. She knows the date and place where Marie Antoinette was beheaded. She's added two and two and subtracted the whole.
And, even though it's not a necessary quality in a young girl her age anymore, she's begun to learn how to cook.
Therefore - placing her platter, heaping with brownies that seem to at least be passably edible onto the table - She approaches the notice board with one of the markers from her books and takes up a pen, and soon tacked right in the middle there is the following bit of doggerel:
Answer the girl in the red cap this riddle
and a treat you shall have:
A farmer has twelve cows and four chickens. How many didn't?
A silly riddle - one she'd learned from the first of the chap books that Gav bought her - but one that leaves her proud. It's written in a fine hand, one a lady would be proud of, and spelled out carefully. She sits down at her table with a cup of wine, and waits for a clever curious someone to unburden her. Or even a familiar face.
Progress. It happens slowly, but it happens for us all.
[OOC: I just got back from seeing the latest touring company of Les Mis and guess who got loud. Open forever, catch her at the board or catch her at her table. Also I totally need a link into the crackchat discord so anyone who has one can you dm me?]
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"You have to be part of Below", he says after a moment's thought. "Not necessarily born there."
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She sort of wants to learn now. "Well, if you can learn, I suppose I can."
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"Course you can", he says cheerfully. "I'll help."
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"Really?!" She's visibly delighted.
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“Why not? All it’ll take is time and we’ve got plenty of that.”
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"We definitely do!" she beams.
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(And wrap, I think?)
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