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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[saisamour]

Marius bit on his lower lip. He understood what Joly meant, and in fact could tell a sound argument when one was presented to him, but he still could not reason the illogical stubbornness away.

So he frowned. And then he felt rather guilty of frowning at Joly, who only was looking out for him. He did not know whether there was anything he could say or do that can serve as an arena guide for Joly in return; ever since his first game his intention had simply been to protect someone else at the cost of his life. The manner of death was of little importance.

That goal was no different now. It never will be.

Finally, he let out an almost childish huff, his eyes darting to one side. "Fine."

[medecin]

It was clearly the stubborn factor that Joly had seen in Marius before, at the barricades, where it had served them well. Here, although he knew that they all must die, regardless, in order to give the lady a chance, he would not see Cosette witness Marius's slow and lingering death from dehydration either. Some things were simply too cruel to subject someone to. and he was reasonably sure that watching one's husband waste away would NOT make the lady's list of things she'd prefer doing if it could be prevented.

He returned the frown with a firm expression, very well practised upon patients in the past, particularly, though he'd not tell Marius this, when he had needed to work with stubborn children. Marius, truth be told, met that qualification fairly well right now, though it came as a relief, almost amusing,when he huffed his acquiescence.

"Thank you." He told him, moving to gather the water and measure some out. "And then some rest I think. You clearly are in need of both, and I can watch for your beloved now. I assure you, she will be safe."

[saisamour]

His drooping eyes followed Joly for a while, then settled on the tiny stream of water, mercury-like in the dim lighting. He didn't realize how appealing even the mere sloshing of water inside the bottle was until it rang enticingly in his ears. All of a sudden aware of his parched tongue and dried, cracking lips, he tore his eyes away from the bottle and the temptation to request for more than what was rationed for each of them. Instead, he shifted so that he leaned once more against the wall, his eyelids falling shut.

"I believe you," he murmured, again feeling the sudden tug of sleep. His shoulders sagged a little, his eyelids all too heavy to open.

[medecin]

And Joly wished that he could offer more, but doing so was putting them at a greater danger, and he understood that well enough that he did not try to press Marius into taking more. Doctoring under such circumstances as this was going to be difficult, he knew, and even in Paris, there had been water enough to offer, and for cleaning.

Here, water had become so much more precious, and that came with an unpleasant sensation in his stomach, like a gut punch. He'd make due, of course, given there was no choice, but that did not mean he would not resent that fact all the same. Not that he was speaking of that at the time, only sighing in relief that he had gained Marius's trust for now.

"Good." he answered, letting his voice slide a little, into more of a rhythmic cadence, usually only used when he was with a member of his family, emotional himself, or wished to lull someone into security. " Dòmi non, Get some sleep. We shall be here when you awake."

[saisamour]

The voice sounded almost like a berceuse to a worn down and sleep-deprived Marius, and finally he let his tiredness and exhaustion envelop him, and the other man's rhythmic assurance lull him to sleep.

He sagged against the wall, his head tilting slightly to one side. Just before Somnus took him, however, he cracked one eyelid open and glimpsed a half-blurry outline resembling Joly through the tiny slit. An infinitesimal smile formed on his face, and he managed to murmur an almost inaudible "Thank you," before his eyelids closed themselves and he drifted off to a welcome and dreamless sleep.