open post, mes amis

[drinkwithfwee]

Blaming Combeferre's influence entirely, Feuilly has been nosing around the ship quite a lot, peering into this room and that, in an effort to find...something. Anything interesting, because he does not want to entertain the thought of being idle.

And he found a room. With his things in it. Or at least, he has discovered items which look

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[ferrefriend]

*ah yes, is rather known for his corruptive influence, is our 'Ferre*

*and popping out of his own room, which happens to be next door, he blinks* What are you doing here, mon ami?

[drinkwithfwee]

*jumps*

'Ferre? I...found it?

[ferrefriend]

Vraiment? And I don't even have my name on the door or anything.

[drinkwithfwee]

*indicates his own room* My things are all here. I'd ask how that happened, but I think I'll just enjoy it. Also, it's not nice to startle people. *wags finger*

[quatreailes]

*and look who just happens to be living across the hall (and was totally right about being able to fit the entire Societé down here, yo) :D* *runs into him on his way out, in any case* --Feuilly! *Jolygrin* Are we neighbours now?

[ferrefriend]

*startled look at Joly* Joly? You never mentioned you had the room across from mine. So much for privacy.

[quatreailes]

O! *a 'Ferre!* I certainly would have if I'd known!

[ferrefriend]

You're saying, then, that all three of us - well, four including Bossuet, of course - have just managed to obtain neighbouring rooms entirely by coincidence? *laughs* Des amis inseparables, indeed.