You could be my luck

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac, Marius, Cosette, Joly, Max, and other invited (or uninvited guests)
What| Courfeyrac brings home a stray. Later, the campers gather to watch the nightly soap opera on the projection screen.
Where| 4th floor, near the mammals
When| Week 2, after this & this.
Warnings/Notes| N/A?  No tagging order, make your own threads if you want.  Let's make new CR and tag around!

Courfeyrac was waiting in the hallway outside of the mammal exhibit with his new acquaintance, X5-452, knocking out a pattern on the wall.  It wasn't any sort of standard pattern, but it would be recognizable to the people he hoped were still camped out around the corner as a sign that the approaching footsteps were his and not someone coming to kill them all.  

He waited for a response for several seconds before repeating the knocking, then, becoming eager, he called out to the campers in French, "You must answer when I knock, otherwise I will think you are dead.  Fools."

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[libertin]

"It is alright. We died willingly in the uprising. It is what we all desired." Courfeyrac had been trying not to think about it as much lately. There were enough issues relating to it that he did not need to be distracted by during the Arena. There would be ample opportunity to grieve for his lost life later. "I did not mean to trouble you with that."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Oh." Ian wasn't really sure what could be said about that, they had wanted to die? For a cause? Ian couldn't imagine that kind of mindset, as much as Lip told him that joining the army was throwing his life away, Ian liked life, and disliked giving it up.

"Don't worry, I just didn't know."

[libertin]

He nodded, understanding and not wishing to delve into further detail unless Ian wished to hear of it. "And you know my dear friend Marius as well?"

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian nodded, "I do, he's pretty cool. We went on a date once." He smirked, "It went as well as you would expect."

[libertin]

"I find that surprising." His eyebrows went up, not so much from disbelief as from amusement at the idea. "Did he bore you to tears with talk of Cosette?"

[wantwhatiwant]

"Something like that." Ian grinned, "And he almost died of embarrassment, but we both survived it."

[libertin]

Courfeyrac found he was grinning too. "I am glad. He needs encouragement and friendly faces."

Finding the necessary guide book at last, he offered it over to Ian. "Here we are. A trade."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah." And probably a good shake. But Ian wasn't going to be the one to say that. "Thanks." He handed his own over, "You got paper?"

He opened the book skimming it, so that he just needed to write the important stuff down.

[libertin]

He located the paper, too, and offered it to Ian along with a pencil he'd snagged earlier. "I must confess, I'm not especially well versed in which plants will remedy which illnesses, or which can be eaten. But this guide has been helpful to us."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah, I don't know much about it at all. Some of the edible ones but..." He shrugged and began to write notes. It could come in handy and you never knew if he learned it he might be able to use it in future arenas, if he came across similar plants.

[libertin]

Once Ian was done writing everything done, Coufeyrac would do the same with the other guidebook. If nothing else, he would entrust it to Joly, since the good doctor seemed best suited to caring for the members of their party.

"Are you staying far away? Have you enough food to last the night?" They couldn't afford to be too generous, but he did not want Marius' friend to starve.

[wantwhatiwant]

He'd ran out, and though he would normally never turn down food freely offered (or not freely offered, he wasn't picky) it seemed like there was a few people relying on the supplies here and Ian knew where to steal more.

"I'm fine. But thanks. I appreciate it." It was nice to know death matches didn't turn everyone into dicks.

[libertin]

"You're welcome." He was glad that they would not have to split the supplies again, but his offer had been genuine. That said, he still had a lingering concern for Ian's well being, but if he insisted he was alright, Courfeyrac had to trust him.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Not the most cunning strategist, he at least still had his heart in the right place.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Naw I should be fine." Ian folded up the papers and picked up his book again, packing it all into his bag.

"Thanks again, and good luck."

[libertin]

Courfeyrac stood as well and prepared to escort Ian back through the maze of mines. "It was a pleasure, my friend. Bonne chance."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Likewise." He smiled, he knew that one. Marius had tried to teach him French, writing in the sand of the desert arena, to try and not think about the burning sun and the constant hunger. The lessons had understandably not been very effective.

"Merci. Good luck to you too."