OOM: A Small Error II
9 April 2016 03:19![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merryeccentricitiesJoly is having a lovely calm day in the Infirmary--running maintenance on a few machines, reading more about the intricacies of engineered retroviral medication from a time his great-grandchildren wouldn't have seen-- when a tall and rather lanky man runs into the room, holding...a goat? A small young goat. Yes. All right!
Joly can guess who he is, from the reports of friends, and Pierre Gringoire--he's even more sure of that when the man begins speaking French-- clearly recognizes him in the same way. "Maitre Joly? You're a friend to Maitre Combeferre, yes? There's been a slight incident." Despite the man's obvious hurry, there's a certain calm to his speech that, yes, does remind Joly a bit of Bossuet, as Prouvaire said.
It's helpful, considering the news. "Yes-- has something's happened to Combeferre? Is he badly hurt?" Joly's already on his feet, ready to gather whatever supplies might be needed.
"No-no, not hurt, at all. In fact some might say he's been given a gift.Only it is a bit surprising. I doubt you'll believe me, if I try to explain it, and I'd rather not leave him and Maitre Segundus alone for too long, given the situation. They're in my room, it's not far at all."
It's not far, indeed. And when the door opens, Joly sees why Gringoire was reluctant to spend time explaining the situation. Oh, Joly would have believed him--but there are any number of gadgets and small tools in evidence, and Combeferre, as he would expect, is already investigating them. Which would not be a problem, except that Combeferre--and what looks like Mister Segundus-- appear to be children, now.
Still, appearances are deceiving! Especially in Milliways! He steps in, a little cautious. "Combeferre? Is that really you?"
(Behind him, he hears Gringoire making polite but audibly urgent apologies for leaving on account of Djali's neccessary animal habits. It's almost certainly just as well; he wouldn't want a young goat in this room, at the moment.)
Joly can guess who he is, from the reports of friends, and Pierre Gringoire--he's even more sure of that when the man begins speaking French-- clearly recognizes him in the same way. "Maitre Joly? You're a friend to Maitre Combeferre, yes? There's been a slight incident." Despite the man's obvious hurry, there's a certain calm to his speech that, yes, does remind Joly a bit of Bossuet, as Prouvaire said.
It's helpful, considering the news. "Yes-- has something's happened to Combeferre? Is he badly hurt?" Joly's already on his feet, ready to gather whatever supplies might be needed.
"No-no, not hurt, at all. In fact some might say he's been given a gift.Only it is a bit surprising. I doubt you'll believe me, if I try to explain it, and I'd rather not leave him and Maitre Segundus alone for too long, given the situation. They're in my room, it's not far at all."
It's not far, indeed. And when the door opens, Joly sees why Gringoire was reluctant to spend time explaining the situation. Oh, Joly would have believed him--but there are any number of gadgets and small tools in evidence, and Combeferre, as he would expect, is already investigating them. Which would not be a problem, except that Combeferre--and what looks like Mister Segundus-- appear to be children, now.
Still, appearances are deceiving! Especially in Milliways! He steps in, a little cautious. "Combeferre? Is that really you?"
(Behind him, he hears Gringoire making polite but audibly urgent apologies for leaving on account of Djali's neccessary animal habits. It's almost certainly just as well; he wouldn't want a young goat in this room, at the moment.)