Tell me do you think I'm dumb?

[iphigeneia]

Who| Felicity & Open
What| The TV special reveals that Eponine has been sneaking around behind Felicity's back. Let's just say she's not happy about it.
Where| D2 Suite ; D3 ; Training room ;
When| Anytime after the Caesar Flickerman TV special.
Warnings/Notes| Open to everyone, tag in however you like!

D2 Suites

Felicity wasn't just livid when she saw the broadcast footage of Eponine cuddled up with Grantaire. She was humiliated, utterly. At last, she'd started to come to terms with herself, with her attraction to women, lowered herself to Eponine's level, and now what had Eponine done? She'd carried on with a man! With Grantaire, of all men! The indignity of it all! Felicity could scream, she was so appalled by everything.

"I'll kill them both!" She declared to no one in particular as soon as the mandatory viewing period had passed. "Those awful creatures deserve each other!"


D3 Suites

She entered the third floor suite uninvited, not caring at all if her presence there was unwelcome at all. She was angry and she was going to make that rage known to whoever she happened to come across first. And then, when she was done, she'd find that troll of a human, Grantaire, and beat the hell out of him. And when she was done with that, she'd tell Eponine exactly what she thought of her. And then Felicity would be satisfied and superior once more, and all would be right with the world.


Training Room

Once she was sufficiently calmed, she made her way to the training facilities. She'd been bested by Roland last time, unable to use her weapons skills against someone who was simply stronger and faster than she was. It was something she'd need to work on. What good was a dagger or a bow if she was pinned down beneath a man who had the strength to keep her down.

She still was a bit clueless when it came to strength training, but she would work on it on and off by herself, peppering in her routines of fencing and archery as needed to liven things up. Four Arenas in a row she'd made it to the end. Arena 13 she would win, so help her God.

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[iphigeneia]

Felicity's laugh was loud, very unladylike, as was her toothy grin. "They never get old. Except when they do. It all sounds so silly. You know, I rather liked hearing you lot speak in French."

She exhaled with a snort, then paused to catch her breath. Smiling still, her words took a more serious edge. "There's something beautifully comforting in hearing a person use their own tongue. I feel sorry that they've stolen that from you, Joly."

[medecin]

"I miss it very much, myself." Joly agreed. "Whatever we are speaking here feels...false for one, but also so..." He was not sure of the word exactly, he realized, and he hated that.

"It is as though it were some sort of product to be purchased here and not so much a language. It should not matter, I know, since some of us are here and safe still, yet..."

Yet Joly didn't like it all the same. Even more than the French, he'd lost the rolling tongue of his grandmother, the means to connect with a time and place that was a part of him, though he had never been there. The family stories of the revolution in Haiti made him regret losing the Creole even more than losing just his French. With French, he lost his home and sense of who he was, yes, but with the rest of it, he lost his history, and he loathed the idea that such things could be stolen quite so easily.

"It takes away something inside of us. Of all the things that have happened to me here, I think I like it least." His own expression was quite serious as he nodded at Felicity.

"One really does lose something without it. But then, you have had your own struggles and troubles as of late." And Grantaire was involved, because of course he was. "I am sorry to see that you've been hurt as well."

[iphigeneia]

Her own troubles. Yes, she’d had quite a few of those lately, hadn’t she. And yet, for a brief moment, she’d nearly forgotten that she’d been nursing a broken heart and wounded ego. How strange, and how comforting, really, that time with a dear friend could nearly erase those broken feelings inside of her.

“Yes, I suppose I had had some trouble,” Felicity said, eyes cast downward. “But I am determined not to let it get the best of me. I thought I could be in love, you know. I thought it would be different with Eponine. She told me she loved me. She’d promised to try, anyway. And then she went of with your compatriot.”

Fee’s voice was bitter, but it wasn’t directed at Joly. He was, unfortunately, a man in the crosshairs. Not the target of her rage, but a mere bystander. He could no more control Grantaire’s stupidity or Eponine’s selfishness than Felicity could herself. Still, Joly made a rather convenient target, or at the very least, a lovely sounding board.

“It’s taken me years to feel as though I might be able to fall in love again. And she’s dashed it all in the span of a month. And for whom? That drunkard. That nasty, horrible frog. I can’t stand it, Joly. It’s so incredibly nonsensical.”

[medecin]

Perhaps he ought not to have brought that up, but Joly WAS concerned for her all the same, and for the rather public nature of everything. Not that much of any of their lives contained any measures of privacy these days, but even so. It was the principle of the entire thing, and she had been hurt besides.

"Grantaire is a friend of mine, most certainly a good one, but I must say that he can be incredibly..." Joly paused a moment, trying to think of a good way to put this that was not exactly insulting. "I've heard him called 'impossible', by a few of the ladies he knows in Paris, and I can see where that comes across. I like the man very much but he is...he certainly has his...issues." A habit of stumbling into things, certainly, which sounded much like this had been. "I am sorry that you were hurt and it should NOT have happened to you in the least. Eponine...I cannot say I knew her before any of this and I still do not know her well at all. They both were wrong to do this."

And it was true that Joly did feel this way in terms of what they had done to Fee. Grantaire was still his friend. albeit his friend who had done something incredibly stupid that had hurt one of his other friends. Eponine...he wished he could have been surprised that there had been another dramatic incident involving the girl, who he was fairly sure was mad, or at least going there.

"It is at that." He agreed, taking a moment to imagine the moment he had met Bossuet, when the other had come in for what he thought was an evening with Musichetta to find that she had accidentally 'double booked' them. He had been the other man, so he hadn't felt he had room to complain even if he had been rather upset, but thinking how his eagle must have FELT about the entire thing, especially after they had their arrangement and he loved the man, well. It was a situation that made him especially empathize with this one.

"I will say that she is a fool to do that, though it must be no comfort now, it IS still true." He said. "And I wish there was more for me to do."

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[iphigeneia]

"There's nothing to be done," Felicity said, voice softening so slightly. In her youth, she might have allowed herself a bit more rage over the situation, but now... well, she hadn't lost any of her fire, but she was content to file away some of that anger for later, when it could be applied to a proper target.

Still, she was quite miserable and she felt a great deal of loss over the demise of her would-be romance. What hope did she have of finding someone to share her life with? And if not her life, at least to pass the days with? Her's was a lonely existence, and she'd accepted that long ago, but having now reconsidered her solitude, she felt a new sense of grief over closing the door again. "Unless you happen to know another lady with similar preferences as mine, there will be no happy resolution to this mess."

[medecin]

"I suppose that there is not." Joly agreed, wanting to shake his head, but glancing downwards briefly instead. "You have been treated badly, and I am sorry it's happened to you."

Eponine, of all people, he thought, ought to have known how something like that would feel, losing the person one loved to another. It had been easy to find out the further details of the business with Marius here, where reporters knew their business better than they knew their own sometimes. But, for now, he thought, it was more about listening, perhaps, and trying to be encouraging.

"You may be surprised yet." He told her, "After all, my dear, you are not in England now. And we've a varied group of tributes so, perhaps it may still happy. I will hope for that for you, at least. You of all people must not be left with that."