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[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras is at a table with a book and a plate. (It contains some crumbs that used to be a chicken sandwich, a mostly untouched small cake of the sort that Bar persists in giving him unrequested, and -- inexplicably -- a small candy heart with the incomprehensible word LOL stamped on it in pink. Enjolras has no particular desire for candy, especially of a self-evidently joking sort, and thus has ignored it.)

More importantly, he has a book about the history of Ysalwen's Thedas, which he's reading thoughtfully.

The bar is bustling, as often. A few of his friends are about; the spy is across the room, monitored but outwardly ignored. Enjolras has no intention of speaking to him without cause, if he's given a choice in the matter.

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[never_shall_yield]

Is he really going to have to endure all of them, all evening? All night? Dear God.

'You are not coming near my room,' he mutters, not expecting anyone to listen.

And even if they were inclined, they would not all fit. The place is barely big enough for him.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Javert is not the only one imperfectly stifling an appalled look at the words living arrangements.

Well. Until they can get this solved, it is what it is.

And at least he can console himself with the company of dear friends -- even if this stupid magical prank is handcuffing some of them to each other, in a bad joke on the free association of individuals who love and respect each other. (Also, their company clearly annoys Javert deeply. Another silver lining, if a petty one. Petty enough, in fact, that he tries to set the thought aside.)

"Much as I hope this will be fixed soon," he agrees, "it's probably wise at this point to make contingency plans in case it continues."

Many of the magical pranks of Milliways seem to last a day or two. This one might as well, though he devoutly hopes otherwise.

Once again: ugh.

[le_centre]

Courfeyrac reappears at this point, empty-handed and woebegone about it.

'I have asked everyone in the place. If there's a key, no one knows they have it.'

There is no bartender in sight, otherwise he would have asked them of course. As it is, he helps himself to more wine and regards the spy skeptically.

'There is nothing for it, he'll have to come upstairs. I could offer my room, but perhaps those who are cuffed should make the choice?'

They're the ones inconvenienced here. Besides, they all visit each other enough that it hardly matters where they end up.

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel sighs dramatically. "There's nothing else for it, indeed! We have the room; and there's the fireplace, so we can burn out the stink later." There's going to be a representative of the law in his rooms, after all. There will definitely need to be a cleansing once he's gone.

And if any of their rooms must be sacrified to such company, Bahorel's will at least strike back-- the spy will hate what he and Jehan have done with the place. So at least there's that for Bahorel to console himself with, if not quite cackle about. (But only not quite. It's a trial of his acting skills to keep a solemn face, it really is.)

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras and Combeferre's would as well, with the barricade's bloodied flag on the wall and Feuilly's Ici on s'honore le titre du citoyen on the door, not to mention all the copious evidence of Combeferre's keenly inquiring intellect. But he doesn't really want to let the spy near Combeferre's experiments. Nor near the flag and placard, if it comes to it; of course his scorn and mockery won't touch the bright heart of those symbols or the republicans' regard for them, but it'll be a tiresome night all the same.

So, if Bahorel and Prouvaire are willing to offer up their room and its remarkable decoration choices for the purpose, Enjolras will only gesture acceptance, with rueful gratitude.

They'll probably have fun doing whatever antidote of fire and noise they decide is appropriate later, too. So there's that.

[le_centre]

'Then it is decided!'

Coufeyrac beams. Wonderful! And because he is feeling magnanimous, he adds, 'I will see to the fellow's horses, to save a trek out there and his inevitable complaining. I will come and join you once they are settled.'

He likes horses! And it will spare Enjolras the indignity of having to coordinate with the man through manual labour.