mightthinkthat: Francis is looking interested, sitting behind his desk. (considering)

[Private to Self] )
[Public]

And slowly but surely we get back on our feet. The survivors of death, the survivors of the uncontrolled wounds that were not about them, enduring despite it all. 

In this vein, rather than simply reducing ourselves to hard words or even harder blows and skulking back into our respective corners, we should have a gathering. Much along the lines that Iris was speaking of, we could all go to the deck and mourn the lives we had in that breach, or the ones that came before. Watch the stars go by. Bring our own drinks and remind ourselves that we're all outcasts from one reality or another.

In the vein of Isaac Asimov, whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be a hell of a lot worse. 
mightthinkthat: Ian Richardson posing in front of parliament. (Default)
[Francis looks a little distracted and uncertain. He lets out a sigh.]

I wonder if I might prevail on one of the ladies of the Barge for some company? [He smiles in acknowledgement of how it sounds.] Nothing, untoward, I... just was reminded of how I missed my wife in that port. She's an intelligent, witty woman and I very much relied on her to give me a grounding.
mightthinkthat: Ian Richardson posing in front of parliament. (Default)
 [Francis looks perfectly normal, honestly. He's isn't that long after graduation and he likes to take care of himself. And he never loses that cheeky, devil may care attitude of his.]

Mixed bag, this flood. At any rate, unfortunately, the good Marquis isn't the only one missing something. My item seems to have totted off as well. It looks like my badge of office, so you'll recognise it if you see it. If anyone finds it, once you've sampled the warden areas all by your lonesome, would it be terribly inconvenient if I might have it back? Preferably before someone knifes my dear Scorpius in the back? [He gives the camera a look. That's exactly what's going to wind up happening and you lot know it.] 

Iris seemed to have spotted some temporal messing up, so I suppose I'll treat this much like the communication glitches: anybody out there I used to know?
mightthinkthat: Francis, in a tux, with a black eye (beaten but not surrendered)
[Francis, upon realising that he's not this kind of dresser. Ever, looks down at his clothes, takes a deep breath and. Gets over it. A wacky suit is hardly an injury worth grinding your teeth over and easily remedied besides.

And so he does, returning to his room, stripping off the... very bright clothes and putting on a somewhat plainer grey trousers, a blue cotton cardigan and a lighter blue shirt beneath.

As he finishes, he gets himself a drink and activates the video function for himself.] 

[Private to Self] )

[Public]

[When the video changes to public, Francis has the... outfit, if you can even call it that, on a hanger, looking it over. He glances over to the camera with an eyebrow raised.] Apparently, we do need accessories for floods. 

[He gives the camera his full attention.] Possibly some of the Old Guard would care to share with us Novices just what they've found useful over their time here? Some of you have been here years as I understand it. At  the very least it should be on that pamphlet somewhere. Anyone would like to volunteer?
mightthinkthat: Ian Richardson posing in front of parliament. (Default)
[To Iris]

 Glad to have someone with her wits about her on board.

F.U.

[Public]

[Francis is depressed.] Where does a man get a wardrobe change around here? Hm. Nobody think to have a fashion boutique?

[OOC: Still open as far as characteristic swaps go. Can add valentines later.]

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