[It seems that Grantaire's had a little too much fun at the bar. Or a little too much, simply. He's currently slumped against the wall of the building, wine bottle in hand, polishing off another good quarter of it.]

Hardly the taste of home, but it will have to do! A man cannot choose his oasis in the desert, after all. [Hic.]

How long have we got before things start getting interesting again, hm? What was it--twice a month, every other week? A countdown to wonder! Wonder, terror--all the same thing, in the end ( Read more... )

Well. First it is ourselves that are altered, and now the enviornment, is it? Being a plaything is quite interesting.

[He chuckles, leaning back, wiping sweat off of his brow.]

Not a forest, but something different. Ah, I've only read of these places--such nature, in such far off lands! Perhaps a little exploration is in order.

[Grantaire looks a little...off. For a few reasons. One would be the fact that he looks rather pale, and generally out of it. It looks almost as if he has a fever, but it isn't quite that. Going from constant drinking every day to not finding any alcohol at all tends to take a toll on one's body ( Read more... )

[When the video comes on, the man seen isn't quite looking at it. It's immediate upon viewing that there is blood staining his shirt and bulletholes through his vest. Nonetheless, he looks quite alive.]I had no doubt that the streets of Paris were going to be transformed, but this is far beyond what I had imagined. Or is this not Paris after all? ( Read more... )