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[He's done enough looking around before actually making himself known on the network. It had occurred to him originally to hide his identity but given other people in residence, he's pretty sure it wouldn't last regardless.

When the video initializes, he's sitting at the dining table in the pod he's been given, or the one he woke up in anyway. All the prints matched, so it was his for now at least.]

Bonjour, neighbors. [And yes, he is eating a sandwich while he's talking.] The name's Remy, and I guess we'll be sharin' space for a while. Got some questions, though.

[His voice is deep, smooth, and heavily Acadian accented. He sets down his triangle-cut sandwich slice on the plate next to him.]

What sorta stuff can a homme expect 'round here, eh? I don't reckon our host took all the time out of its day just to give us luxury accommodations in this here premiere under-the-sea home away from home, non? Also, while we're talkin', my name ring any bells with anybody? Just curious. Bon chance, mes amies, hope to hear from y'all soon.

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There's so much to live for, cher.

[But he smiles. It's hard not to when she smiles like that. So much so, he's going to take her up on her offer.]

A tavern, eh? How's a body supposed to say no to that? And sharin' your company for the evening? Naw, that's a bonus. Be nice to find my way, too. I'll see ya soon, Mademoiselle.

as I am learning. [Now that she has access to it. There was very little to live for when you weren't guaranteed a tomorrow.

Eponine giggles. He's effortlessly charming, and you can consider her completely charmed.]

I will be the one behind the bar!

[And true enough, when Remy comes into her bar, she's there, dressed in the casual sort of bohemian look she'd found herself favoring. Recognizing him, she waves him over.] Bon soiree! Welcome, m'sieur!

[It isn't the easily place in the world to find, but they more due to his taking his time and getting a feel for navigating the place rather than anything. From what he could tell, it was in a nice and promising part of town, too.

He walks in wearing pants resembling stonewashed jeans, a lavender t-shirt with a heavy brown trenchcoat over it. It's early enough in the evening that there aren't many patrons and the cute little miss with the dimples is right where she said she'd be. He sidles up to the bar, it's evident now that he's in person that those red eyes glow ever so faintly in the dimmer light of the tavern.]

Merci, mam'selle. I must say, meetin' in person was a mighty fine idea.

[The place is made to look like the sort of tavern you'd find in the suburbs of Paris, dark wood, though the booths finished in a fine leather. She keeps the lights low, the bar polished, and wants the feel to mimic the inn her family had run when she was a child. Above the bar is the center-piece, a painting of a young boy, with bright sparkling eyes and a dirty face. It was as close to a painting of her brother, the one the tavern was named after, as she could get.]

You say that, but really what I wanted was your money. [She grins and pours the customary first shot she gives to her customers. Oh yes, it's a thing now. First time you come in, you get a free shot. And she'll even take it with you. Tonight, her liquor of choice is a French whisky. He seems the sort to like it.]

This one, however, is on the house. [She always pours with a heavy hand, and mild alcoholism.] To thank you for your business. And for making the journey to see me. Santé. [She raises her glass.]

[His smile broadens as she talks. This one's smart, sure enough, and sharp, too. She had a roughness around her edges that reminded him of girls he knew back home. She knew just how to use that smile of her to get just what she wanted, and considering she was the proprietor of this establishment, it was pretty clear what that was.

Still, he took up the offered glass and raised it to her.]

Bon chance. [He took a pull from his glass.] It's good to meet a woman who knows what she wants.

[Eponine drinks hers quick, putting the now-empty glass back on the counter to be cleaned by her in a few moments. She can't help but smile.]

Is it? Usually, what I want is very simple: to survive. But here, I can do more than that. As you said, there is much to life, and I like to enjoy it here.

[Remy on the other hand was told this drink was free and he was going to savor it.]

So it ain't just about the money.

[He smiles playfully, taking a seat at the bar and wrapping one hand about his cup. With the other, he pulled out a small box, roughly the size of a deck of cards.]

I can assure you, Mam'selle, I know a thing or two about survivin'. When I was a boy, I fed myself with whatever I might liberate from unattended pockets, if you follow me. Makes a body appreciate a cash flow, non?

[The small box, decorated with a blue foil King, was placed on the bar, his hand resting atop it, an afterthought for the time-being.]

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No, not just.

[She winks at him.]

Do you! [She glances at the box he pulls out, but doesn't look for more than a moment at a time.] I am sorry to hear that- I was the same. When I was seven we moved to Paris, had to do what we could. How often we would liberate things as well.

[Or they'd cheat and lie to get money. Her father had a keen sense for crime and conspiracy.]

The streets are hard and cold, no matter where you are from.

We? [It sounded like there might be an interesting story there, and Remy would be lying if he said he didn't like a good story.]

Ain't that the truth? Still, you look like you're doin' alright for yourself.

My family- mother, father, my sister and brother. We lost our Inn, and had to move. When there was no work, we turned to crime. [Her family had always been less than scrupulous. There had always been crime. That's just who the Thénardiers were.]

Oh! Thank you! I have been trying and I am so glad there is a place where I can do such a thing as own my own bar! [She really is beaming, proud of what she's managed to accomplish.] I have friends, there is always food and drink, there was a masquerade earlier and I got to dress like a princess! There is much good here. I believe you will like it too, m'sieur.

That's true enough. There's always crime, even when the work's dry.

[He smiles, nodding.] I don't think I'm gonna mind this place none, you right about that. [He finished off his drink and slide the cup back across the bar, tapping the side slightly to indicate he'd like another, and then took up that box, sliding it open with practiced skill and pulling out the contents, which appear to be playing cards.]

You play much poker, mam'selle?

There is always work for women.

[She busies herself by pouring him another heavy glass as she watches his fingers work. He's got thieves fingers, that much is for sure.]

Poker? Non, I did not even know her to play with her.

[She says all of this deadly seriously.]

That's true enough.

[And if his slight frown at the response is any indication, he doesn't look too pleased to say it.

Thankfully her next line lightened the mood and he laughed.]

I'm talkin' about cards, cher. [He tapped the deck.] You play?

Non, not this Poker game. I know others, but, [She waves the thought away] I do not know how many will be the same. I am from 1832 and an ocean away.

But! I am a fast study, if you will teach me.

Mam'selle, it would be my honor to teach you to hustle cards. [And he winks at her before taking another drink.]

Good. And perhaps I will teach you a thing or two in return, hmn?

[She blushes a bit, but smirks at him, before pouring herself another drink. This one, like him, she'd take slow.]

[He grins at that.]

Now that I'd like very much. Curious to see what you've got to teach, non?

I know my way around here, that is one thing, [She tells him with a smile. She always made sure to learn the ins and outs of where she was, just in case.]

Another... Hmn, you pick pockets and locks?

[A mischievous smirk crossed his lips as he leaned against the bar, closing the distance between them, and lowered his voice.]

Petty crime, mam'selle. Oui, I used to, when I was a kid.

Good. Then those are things I will not teach you.

[She smiles at him, utterly enchanted by his eyes.]

I know Paris' sewer system very well, but that does us no good here.

Now, mam'selle, I bet it ain't just the Paris sewers you know. [He shakes his head teasingly.] You been here a while, non? And you see a lot of different kinds of folks through here, I bet.

That is true. I know my way around here.

[She smiles at him, her dimples popping up.] I do. That is part of the job of the barkeep.

Ain't a bad position to have. There's a lot of good information to be had in a bar.

[He smiles.]

In fact, I was hopin' you wouldn't mind if I took one of your fine tables to host a few hands. [He tapped the deck of cards to indicate his meaning.]

And I am very good with information. [

Non, not at all! Of course, you will have to teach me, but the table is yours whenever you wish.

I don't doubt that for a minute.

[He grins in response.]

And it would be my pleasure. I can tell, mon cher, you and me gonna make a killin'.

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