Nothing in this world could ever bring them down.

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Grantaire, Joly, Marius, & Kenny
What| Springing a trap
Where| Near the space barricade in the abandoned area.
When| Backdated to Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Violence/Death

With a full week come and gone in the Arena, Courfeyrac was nearly tempted to allow himself a bit of relief. Of course it was premature, and deep down he knew as much, but even with his ankle shattered, he was hesitantly optimistic that one of them might be the winner this time.

But then the gravity systems started malfunctioning and all hell broke loose.

After surviving (somehow) for forty-eight hours, the Amis, consisting of Combeferre, Grantaire, Marius, Joly, and Courfeyrac himself were alive and in need of food. It was high time to reevaluate their situation.

"I propose a venture," Courfeyrac suggested, once the malfunctions seemed under control again. "We can split into groups and explore in search of food, and return within one hour. If we are not back in that hour, the ones of us who are here will mount a search."

He waited then for their approval.

Comments

[medecin]

"Hmm." Joly considered carefully, and tried not to let the idea that some, even most of them might not come back. Food was, after all, a practical measure that ought to be taken, much as he did not like the idea of separating from them somehow.

"You are right that we could use food, and more importantly, water. I do not fancy going mad from dehydration here. But we run the risk of this spot not being available when we make our return. If we intend to do this..."

He tried not to make it sound like he was being too judgmental of an idea that must take place at some point rather soon in the near future, but the uncertainty, which he hoped did not sound like fear, still played up in his tone all the same, making him mentally wince, though he did not dare do it in front of the others here.

Next to Courfeyrac and Marius, and really, Marius did not count when it came to things like this, he had been here longest of the group of them. It was up to him to allow that extra experience to be something of a help to Combeferre and Grantaire in turn. Naysaying an idea just because it was dangerous was not helpful at all, he reminded himself sternly, and tried to frame the objection in another way.

"If we intend to do this," Joly repeated, swallowing, "We shall want to seriously consider, before starting off, an alternate location, should things go badly while we venture out. Marius?" He asked, giving him precedence, even though he wanted to ask Combeferre, first of all. He was not sure Marius would have an idea anyway, but he did mean to show the other man respect before anything happened. After all, here and now, they had plenty of time to ask each of them in their turn, and it made sense to at least make the effort where their Pontmercy friend was concerned. Besides, who knew, the man had had some innovative strategies for thinking on his feet at home.

"What think you of Courfeyrac's idea? I worry we will not find each other here again as well. It is too bad, as Grantaire said, that we do not have a ball string to find our ways back to each other, isn't it?"

[permets_tu]

Grantaire was in a miserable state. Lack of drink made him tremble, head pounding, lack of sleep made him snappy. Hunger gnawed at his stomach while nausea made him recoil at the thought.

"Marius, among the stars," he muttered and sighed, rolling over from his position where he was sprawled out upon the floor, having done very little to move since he'd last crashed back to the ground following the thus far permanent return of gravity. That last day in Corinthe seemed far away now, as if it had not happened at all. Better to think it hadn't, the finality of it was too sharp an ache, nostalgia would only give way to melancholy.

"Too bad we do not have wings, too bad we do not have weapons, too bad we are here at all. I think it is a stupid idea, if anyone cares to hear my opinion, but I have no alternative to suggest so naturally I am all for it. How shall we be divided?" If they were to divide them by affection he laid claim to Joly without hesitation, thought Combeferre and Courfeyrac would make the next natural pair, and left Marius in the cold. Poor Marius. Divide them by health and ability, Courfeyrac suddenly became his partner. Better to let the others decide it.