Thicker Than Blood Start

[gamemakers]

For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.

And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.

Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.

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[g_money]

And there was a sigh at that, disappointed, certainly, though the boy's presence at least indicated that he was alive, which was something. He'd not managed to get himself killed off with the de Courfeyrac boy and God all knew who else he spent his time with these days. And the old man really only knew this because his social circles sometimes vaguely crossed with those who knew that family. Not that he had an objection to any of them as such, he simply had been able to learn very little of Marius's whereabouts these days, and did not like it.

The fact that he had gone ahead and married That Girl, well. He supposed that he could not be surprised, for Marius was always stubborn. He might have made a much better match for him though, if only Marius had waited. Of course, that time had passed now, but perhaps there were still other ways to work with this. He knew little of the world he'd come into, but...

"Married. Well. I shall have to meet this lady at least." He would need to before he thought of ways to disprove her, and send her packing off to...wherever it was she'd come from, and find his grandson someone much more suitable to wed. One woman was much like any other after all, now wasn't she?

[saisamour]

The stare that Marius returned was laced with uncertainty and apprehension. The last time they spoke of Cosette was also the last time Marius swore to speak to his grandfather. He desired little for Cosette to meet this man—he himself had cast him aside such that he told Courfeyrac that he had no relatives—and yet here he was. Should he agree? Should he damn all civility, all age-old customs, and refuse his own grandfather?

But he wanted his blessing. Enjolras was correct; the wedding had been far more complicated legally than he had ever assumed it would. At least if his grandfather approved, at least if he had that, then maybe, maybe it would make a difference.

And so he nodded. If it was for Cosette, he would suffer through anything. "And so you shall." He fell silent for a brief while, his eyes darting quickly to the ground before meeting his grandfather's once more. "When would you wish to meet her?"

[g_money]

It would likely result in far less than blessing so much as he was concerned, but there was a part of him that did wish Marius to be happy. He simply could not see the happiness in this, or in much else that the boy had done, but distance, and the unfamiliarity of this place had softened the old man a little, enough that he reasoned he might be polite for the moment, until they met and he could begin to work on other plans.

"Why, as soon as it may be arranged, I'd think." And also some explanation as to where they were and what had happened. "They've said so little of this place and what has brought us here, not to mention you. I'd have an explanation of that too, if you would oblige an old man that much. "