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TEL VISHAN BEACH PARTY

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Date: Saturday, August the 9^th
Location: The Shell 'Coastline' nearest the Water Sector
Situation: Baby Turtle Beach Party!

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At the edge of Asti's shell there are coastlines of natural deposits that make up the closest thing to a 'beach' that they'll ever find in Keeliai. It's here that the official Tel Vishan Beach Party is set to take place. All turtle 'parents' will have gotten a message from their respective hatchlings about said party (perhaps a nice change from the whining and the temper tantrums).

Temporary shaded areas built with poles and sheets for weary parents or hatchlings who do decide to come, and some simple snacks and refreshments have been set up as well. There's a fishing net set up to act as a volleyball net for the day, and a ball waiting in the sand for some players.

The rest is up to those who come.

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To hear Mère Hucheloup speak to us, one would have thought so. Yet every time, someone else complained, it was always she who first came to our defense. She'd marched on Versailles when she was a young woman. I think she wanted to see us succeed.

Although...

[There's that wry look in his eyes again.]

We did not exactly make it easy.

[She caught that look, and was instantly curious.]

How so?

Well, we were all rather young when we really got started in the way of holding our meetings and becoming a society. Rather young and overexcited and a bit prone to enthusiasms that must have seemed a little out of place.

Things tended toward the loud, the over the top and the exciting with us around. Sometimes being exciting is not the best way to stay on the good side of a proprietress, even one who is very fond of you. We were so happy then, and so very stupid, and full of life. I miss those days, sometimes, more lately, but it would be wrong to have hoped for change and not attempt to embrace it.

And I've been going on about this for quite a while. Have you been present yourself, for many of the parties or goings on here? It seems as if your life at home was not entirely full of them if I can be bold enough to say that.

[She actually smiled a little when he admitted to having been speaking on the subject for some time. Really, she didn't mind. Midii was far better at listening than talking herself, and she was learning a lot about her(?) history. And her fellow Frenchman.]

Not many, no.

Back home, only the wealthy could afford to host such parties without the threat of attack. And here...I would go sometimes, just to see, but there was never much reason for me to stay too long.

[Except for those rare occasions Damian or Jack would get her to linger, either thought talk or dance.]

That does make a good deal of sense. I often feel, well, rather out of place at things like this.

[His expression is rather thoughtful, really.

My parents would have them, from time to time. I rarely went to them after I started school. ...I rarely spoke to them after then, either.

You and your parents did not get along?

[One of the few things in life she had difficulty imagining, given how her family had been all she had.]

It was more that I stayed away in order that we could get along.

[It all makes Enjolras a little sad now, when he considers it. His work was the work of revolution, and that could not have been stopped, but, like with his friends, perhaps he could have taken more time to let them know.]

The year I turned fourteen, I discovered politics. And I started to get myself in trouble. Nothing so major as a barricade, but it made something of an impression at school, and when I came home for the summer break, I was, I suppose, different from the son they'd known.

[It's a story that is somewhat sad, actually, more because there was a distance there that could have been breached so very easily. It is not like the family stories of some of his friends, at all, because there was so much room for things to have been different.]

I overheard them speaking one night that summer. And, perhaps I stayed to listen when I shouldn't have. My mother said she was afraid of me, of what I might become.

I missed them, and I loved them,especially my father, but... It was easier in the end to insert some sort of distance between us. Not only because of my mother's fear, but I hardly wanted sedition to be something that hurt them.

We all made sacrifices for the republic, I suppose. That was one of mine.

[She could not quite focus after he mentioned politics. Government. Opinion of social unrest and economic disparities. Such a thing...it separated his family. For Midii, it had been just the opposite. Growing up poor, she had no one else. Everything she had done was for them.]

[It was one of the few things she couldn't understand. Not fighting for one's family.]

Did they fear your beliefs, or your actions?

[It had been difficult, certainly, and Enjolras had not necessarily liked pulling away, but it was one of those things which had needed to be done, for everyone's own good. A letter every month or so, which he'd kept very brief had been rather the most conversation they'd had in years. Now, where there was time to regret it, Enjolras found that he did, a little, though the question made him laugh a bit.]

Well, they certainly were not republicans themselves. I would guess that it was somewhere in between those two. Afraid of what I might come to someday do, and of the things I said. I was...well, it was not until after the July Revolution that more moderate minds were able to reach me.

I did not realize it then, but I am told that I can be somewhat intense. I was a little more-so, then. We...hardly understood each other, really, and I did prove some of their fears true. I do not think we loved each other any less than any parents and children who are relatively happy but, I think, estrangements like ours were more common then.

I do not think that they were right, but they were common and no harm was done.

And you never considered staying with them?

[She did not doubt that he was--as he put it--intense. Having experienced such passion first hand, and those were just words. His actions, the way he made it sound, seemed so much more so. She could only feel sorry that his family did not share his passions, and this is apparently what tore them apart.]

Not especially, or at least, not entirely in the way I think you mean.

[He doesn't want to rush this conversation, or explanation, really, though a lot of the specifics make it a little difficult.]

I was already close to seventeen when I came to Paris to begin studying law. I had no aptitude for medicine, [A fact which seems slightly ironic now, considering he helps at the hospital here.] so law it was, and well, it was actually rather expected I'd remain in Paris, once I had finished school enough to sit the bar, and set up practice there.

For a lawyer, there was much more of a chance at finding work there. So, that in and of itself was not so much a problem as all of that. It was rather expected, really, that law students in Paris...how shall I put this?, lingered for rather a long time. I would have probably stayed there for a while yet, if I had not managed to die.

Paris was...I did miss home at times, but it became a new one. I would probably not have returned to Cassis to stay unless I was badly needed there after that point. I was an only son, so someday, I suppose it would have happened, but until then, keeping my letters short, and doing my best to limit our face to face contact to the times that it was truly necessary became the better choice.

I do not mean to...my parents were fine enough people, but there became a point, after I was first sent to school, when they were less my parents and rather more like glamorous strangers whom I sometimes saw at holidays. It was not an uncommon situation for many like us, then, so that, when I found politics, perhaps it is a bit more understandable than it might have otherwise been.

But then, Les Amis de l'ABC became a family as well. [It is odd. Enjolras still hates that they are all departed,save for him, but it is easier to speak of without feeling like he may need to go excuse himself while getting those thoughts in order.]

Better brothers I could not have found anywhere in all the world. I was lucky to have them as I did, and luckier still, that many of them were here, for a while. It...helped quite a lot, and I do miss them, still.

[It didn't feel rushed to her. Maybe some of it was still beyond her comprehension...but those were the parts that an entire essay wouldn't be able to sway her thoughts or opinions about.]

[Blood verses brotherhood. Different kinds of family. It was like...comparing her father and brothers to the soldiers who had taken Nanashii in when he was barely old enough to remember. People who cared for you. People who may have even loved you. Who shared your views and passion. But...to forgo your own parents?]

I...see.

[It was all she could offer. She did see. His reasoning made sense, and she couldn't fault him for that.]

You did what you had to do.

It was a different time. We, the world, really, did things differently.

[It came out sounding like an excuse when Enjolras meant it to be something of an explanation, instead, but it was what he had,right now, in this moment. He takes the time though, to be glad things hadn't turned to out and out loathing, on anyone's part.]

I once said that the republic was my mother, and,in many ways, it was true. I do longed for the day, and fought for it, when all mothers would be happy because war and murder would be no more. In that sort of a world, things may have been a little different. I think we might have known each other there, instead of mostly...acknowledging that the other existed.

[He could not, honestly, imagine his mother crying at the news of his death,though. Not because she lacked love for him, but because they barely knew each other. It must have been rather more like the death of a distant cousin. Sad enough that one felt badly when they heard, but that they moved through, rather quickly. His father though? He did suspect his father, being closer to him, must have been upset.]

I did, yes. I would have saved more of my brothers from it, but that plan was tossed out the window with the bathwater only not very many hours into the rebellion at our barricade. We loved each other, all of us, and I could never have had better brothers had I chosen them myself and begged my parents to take them in.

That's...somehow nice, and yet so very sad. All at the same time.

[Just like her tone.]

I suppose it is, at that. For a few reasons, really. I never much considered the more obviously sad one in my life, but I do wonder, sometimes, if I might have...if things could have been better somehow.

[If he might have been able to actually talk to his parents beyond perfunctory greetings and conversations where needed, if he might have been able to ever understand his mother...there were a lot of "if's" in this situation by his account, and not a lot of answers, easy or otherwise.]

I suppose that they might have, now that I have had ample time to really think of it. But hindsight does that in nearly everything I've found. They say that no time passes here. It is so strange to think that if I ever return home, I will have died days before my parents even know about it. That seems like a disservice to them, really.

[Midii liked to think they could have been. But she didn't want to say as much, because it would make it seem like she believed Enjorlas hadn't done everything in his power to make things better.]

That much wouldn't be your fault.

It's not as if you'd know you'd die in time to send them word, right?

[There was a point when Enjolras did stop trying his best with his parents. He had meant to, but he'd been young, and stupid, and hardly wanted them to know more than they'd needed. He had not thought that they would have been angry enough to disown him, but the fear and worry it might have caused them had seemed well worth avoiding. ]

No, I suppose not. There is a point where things do stop being under one's control. By the time that we had found the day for France to give birth to mankind's glorious future, there would not have been time to post at all.

I did have letters on my person, a few of them, in fact. One home, one to Combeferre's parents who taught me so much, and for the friends that I had wished to see leaving our barricade alive. I'd planned for it, to send them out, but we were not so lucky as all of that.

Still. I imagine something of my last words will at least be a comfort to my family.

[It had occurred to her once or twice to write such a letter of her own, except she would have had nowhere to keep it. Doing so would have long ago risked revealing her identity. And her intentions.]

If that's what they were meant to be, then I'm sure they will.

[Enjolras had written his letter for his family at the last minute, after it had occurred to him it would be unfair to leave his parents with nothing of him. It's odd to imagine them receiving it, and the news, somehow, while he was living and beginning his life here. Still, he'd tried at least.]

They were, yes. All possible grievances regarding their unfairness in refusing to let me keep the rat I found in the attic as a pet were quite forgiven.

...you kept a rat you found in the attic as a pet?

[She had grown up poor, but even the boys had never been that desperate for a pet.]

I was about five, and it lasted for two days, well, technically for a day and a half, but there was no hiding some things from anyone. And it was all so terribly unjust, of course.

[There's a moment where Enjolras is rather close to laughing, as he relates this bit of information.]

I was a very...odd...child, though it DID seem like a good idea at the time. A cat appeared shortly after that discovery at least, so something came of that, as awkward an outcome as that seems to me now.

[Because, really, the ramifications...well, it IS all fairly disturbing now that he recognizes them.]

"That became more disturbing than I had hoped."

[...ew.]

For once, I don't think I want to know the details.

Yeees... I can certainly see why not.

[And on that note....]

I should get back to Riva before she tries to drown her brothers and sisters.

But...we'll talk again soon?

That IS a good idea, yes.

[And Enjolras has a Taraja to keep from joining in that game. If he can help it. He's not completely sure that is an action he can physically commit to.]

And of course. It was good to see you now.

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