deux: it must be done

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras has not held a musket since the barricades. However, there's no time like the present. Through trial and error and various annoyed thoughts directed to the closet in his rooms, he has found one that will suffice. It feels ...strange, to have one in his hands again, to know that not so long ago he had held one and killed more than once with it. But he is pushing aside any lingering apprehensions he may have and heading outside to the shooting range some helpful person had set up in the recent past. Perhaps no one will bother him here, he hopes, it is fairly far afield; and the whole purpose he has will make it difficult to have any conversations.

The slight tension in his shoulders may belie his earlier anxiety, but it has not affected his aim as of yet. Should anyone follow the sounds of gunfire, they will find Enjolras as well, loading, firing, and reloading his musket with some determination.

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[summerdude]

"Fridges," Magnus says. "At Valhalla, everyone ate dinner together. Well, we did it in three shifts, because there were tens of thousands of us, sorted mostly by age at time of death. And the thanes got triple dinner, I guess. But it worked out really well, actually, you know? You kill each other in the afternoon and then split a nice dish of Saehrimnir at night."

[untamedantinous]

“A fridge,” he says thoughtfully. “Thank you. I suppose we might do that, should we put it to a vote, you think?”

[summerdude]

"Love a good vote," Magnus says. "We could totally do that. We could also put up signs saying it's happening and people can show up if they're interested."

[untamedantinous]

"That does seem easier than figuring out where to even hold a ballot box."

[summerdude]

"That's me, dude," Magnus says. "Solutions guy."

[untamedantinous]

"I shall make a note of it," with some amusement. "Perhaps I shall come to you for all my problems." He's quite obviously teasing. Well, it's obvious to him, at least. "Are there any other things you can think of?"

[summerdude]

"Oh, I have tons of solutions," Magnus says. "If anyone would ever ask me back home, I think I could fix a lot of stuff. I don't know how much relevance they have here, though. I don't think land ownership and carceral systems are things that even exist in this place, for example." He considers. "I guess we could have a World Religions class here, though. Since it seems that everyone has a different pantheon, or I guess a different interpretation of christianity, and that seems to be the ripest source of misunderstanding in a place without clear ruling class and their militias. I mean, police forces."

He is, in truth, trying to impress Enjolras a little bit with his opinions, but he also firmly believes in everything he's saying.

[untamedantinous]

"No, likely not, at least not that I have seen." It's working, a little, he is at least certainly intrigued enough by Magnus to probably bother with seeking him out sooner or later. "Well, we French, for the most part, are Catholic, though I am in name only; I do not think I have done anything with religion since -- ah, I left home, some time ago. I suppose a class on religion couldn't hurt; but I would not nominate myself as one who has any especial talent in that regard." There's a beat. "However, there is you, and Monsieur Aziraphale, that could be useful."

[summerdude]

"Oh, I know nothing about christianity," Magnus laughs. "I'd leave that one to other people."

[untamedantinous]

"As I said," with a slight smile. "Monsieur Aziraphale would likely be useful, in this case. I do not think I can remember a single bit of catechism."

[summerdude]

"Oh yeah, I wasn't expecting you to do it," Magnus says. "Just thinking out loud about how to fix some problems."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, we've got a decent bit to start with, I think."

[summerdude]

"Yeah!" Magnus agrees. "It's good to have a starting place."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, expect a meeting of some kind soon enough, I should think. Once I find a place large enough for all of us."

[summerdude]

"I can help," Magnus says. "Surely there's an atrium or, like, auditorium or something tucked away somewhere."

[untamedantinous]

"Oh, I don't know if we would need anything so big as all that, only perhaps a ballroom or something of the like. At home we made do with the back room of a cafe."

[summerdude]

"Oh, that's easy, I practice swordplay in what I assume is a ballroom a couple times a week."

[untamedantinous]

"Ah! Well then, point me towards it some time, and I shall go see how it looks."

[summerdude]

"It's on the opposite side from the kitchen," Magnus says. "Down a half-flight of stairs. Second door... yeah, I'll just take you there sometime."

[untamedantinous]

“That seems best,” with some amusement. “I would not be surprised if the hallways in this place decided to move of their own accord.”

[summerdude]

"Cool," Magnus says. "Find me later? I'll show you. Good luck with your shooting, man."

[untamedantinous]

“Thank you,” he replies with a nod. “Until then, I suppose.”