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Joly's mouth is open to try and answer Segundus' question--a very fair one!--when Combeferre starts his barrage. It's all so very much Combeferre that Joly can't help laughing a little. He puts a hand gently on his friend's shoulder, not to silence him but in relief that it's still him, not some sort of changeling.

"Yes. Yes, I've known you a while. Yes, you're a doctor, and a scholar." And a radical republican who died in a terrible battle! Joly is gonna leave that out as much as possible.

To Segundus he says "I'm afraid I don't know you as well, Monsieur; we're from different nations and only met here recently. As for whether this is fairyland, or a fairyland, I honestly can't say." He shakes his head in slight perplexity. "I could tell you the best scientific explanation I have, but as other friends of mine have argued, just because we can explain the place existing doesn't meean it isn't also fairyland. Many of the physical properties do seem to be the same."

He looks around the room ruefully. "Including the existence and possibility of magic as a force, it must be said."

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"Yes, I'm English," John says, which conveniently serves as both response to Sébastien's question and Mr. Joly's remark. "But I am not speaking French, and nor are you. But-- but perhaps in fairy, everyone can understand one another."

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Sébastien beams with delight to hear he's a doctor. It would be so wonderful to cure people, and M. Joly seems very nice, and so if they are doctors together then surely that would be marvelous, and they could save people from dying of tuberculosis.

"Yes," he says, eagerly, in response to John. "Perhaps...if it's magic, or if it's complicated science? Some sort of mesmerism, that puts new languages into your mind? I didn't think mesmerism worked, not truly...oh, but surely you know, M. Joly, if you're a doctor?"

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Joly smiles brightly at Segundus. "That's right! There's a translation field--or maybe a spell-- all over Milliways, so anyone can understand each other. It works for the written word too, so any text you find can be studied! You'll still be able to tell who's speaking--or who's written in--your own language, though, in my experience."

To Combeferre, he says "In a way! In later years, they take to calling it hypnotism, and begin to understand how it works--upon the mind, not outside forces. But as the mind controls the body, there are some limited but very useful effects that can be attained with proper application of the technique! However, this place and its translation field far outdoes any possible use of hypnotism. I promise you're not in any simple altered state of consciousness--for whatever that's worth!" He laughs as he realizes the answer may well be not much.

...Joly may be losing the thread of the mission, here. But science, though!

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John nods along as Joly speaks. It's really all very interesting. But there is a worry nagging at the back of his mind still, and when there is an opening, he says, "And how do we return home, sir?"

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That is a serious question, and Joly frowns a little. "Ordinarily, most people visiting here have a Door--they often see it from the main room. If that's the case for you, it will take you back to exactly where you were when you arrived. But that's the thing, in this case." He taps the bridge of his nose, thinking.

"Monsieur Gringoire--who left just now for reasons I do respect-- he says that you were the selves we both knew, the older selves, only moments before you were--like this. So if you did find a Door home, I don't know if it would take you to when you remember leaving, or when your older self last remembers coming into Milliways--" horrific thought, that "--or some other option that hasn't yet occurred to me. Do you think you could remember just what you were doing, before you found yourselves in this room?"

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Sébastien is very excited about the magic-or-science of this place! Which can make all men intelligible to each other. How wonderful. And M. Joly is taking him seriously, and answering his questions, and not telling him to be silent.

So it's only polite if he answers M. Joly's questions in turn, instead of haring off after the gadgets in the middle of the room, like he wants to do. "I was at school, monsieur," he says. "Studying history."

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"And I was in my uncle's study," John says. "We were about to go to supper."

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Joly nods. "And you--either of you--you opened no doors, you walked through no gates? Just, suddenly, you were here?"

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"Yes," says Sébastien, frowning. "How can that be? Especially if I was already here and older?"

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Joly sighs. "That's a very good question. Monsieur Gringoire told me the three of you had been conducting an experiment, which went a bit out of control. It may have caused this. But whether it--deaged your adult selves, or simply switched your places in time, or something else--I really can't say."

He looks between the boys. "Would you be willing to let me examine you both in the Infirmary? Nothing painful, I promise. But I might be able to at least rule some things out, there."

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"If-- if we must, sir," John says uncertainly. He doesn't really think it safe or right to go with a strange French doctor, but he has also never been the type not to do what he's told. And the longer he stands here, the more he must admit he does feel a bit-- odd, in a way he would be hard-pressed to actually describe.

(But unless Joly's machines can sense a lifelong sensitivity to powerful acts of magic, the feeling can surely be dismissed as merely feeling unsettled in anew place.)

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Sébastien is also not completely certain it is right to go with an adult he doesn't know, but obviously M. Joly is a good man.

No, not obviously. It's not good to make assumptions. But the evidence suggests he's a good man. He is kind, he answers questions, he is not suspiciously confident of his answers even when confidence isn't truly called for.

"Very well, monsieur," Sébastien pronounces, after a moment's deliberation. "I think it's important to find out whether the magic made us younger or made us switch places." He smiles. "Do you think grownup me is at school now?"

That's a nice thought. Maybe grownup him could tell the master to stop being so mean and bullying the shyer, slower boys.

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Joly smiles back, sharing at least some of the same thoughts. "If he is, I'm sure it's become a better class than I ever sat through." Not that he went through school as a child, but he's sure Combeferre would have been an amazing lecturer for any time. "Come on--he works with me in the Infirmary, you can see some of what we do."

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What they do in the Infirmary may not be immediately clear to the younger scholars. Everything is bright lights and shining equipment, and Joly knows it baffled him for long enough. "If you'll both just sit on one of the tables, I'll explain what everything is as I use it?"

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John climbs obediently up onto one of the tables, eyes wide, and sits in silent wonder. It's all so bright and clean and very, very, strange.

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Sébastien, perhaps displaying the traits that got him into this mess in the first place, does not climb up onto one of the tables.

He dashes over to one of the strange, gleaming things on the side, and runs his hand over it. It has buttons and flashing lights, and it takes all Sébastien's self-control not to press all the buttons right away.

That would be impolite. This belongs to M. Joly and pressing the buttons would be like playing with someone else's toys without asking permission, only worse.

So he turns, bright-eyed, to M. Joly, and says, "What does this do?"

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Joly smiles, almost as obviously enthusiastic. "It's a monitor. It sees and records so much information! Here-- John, do you mind if I start with you?" Since John is actually sitting down, and all. But Joly can hardly criticize anyone for wanting to run around and see how things work! "See, here are scanners, on the end of these arms-- and I move this here, it will record and examine brain activity, and this here, this will monitor vital organs--" He explains everything,step by step, arranging the scanners and monitors. And then he turns it on, and a half-dozen screens light up with information that would take a doctor hours to collect in their time, and longer to collate.

But something simple first--" See this line? That's your heart activity. John, you can feel your heart beat, how it matches those spikes? And this is blood pressure, here--ah, that's a good number! That's how hard your heart is beating to pump blood out, you see, and that's the pressure to pull it back in."

There's so much to explain! And John is even rather healthy--surprisingly healthy, for a child in the time any of them would call home. Only-- "Listen, when we're done here, you need to go eat, all right? Both of you. I'll talk to Bar, she'll give you as much as you like, anything you like best. So don't skip meals, while you're here." John seems to have both skipped a lot of meals, and had a lot of the wrong thing-- and Joly knows Combeferre never takes attends well to food, unless it's with coffee. But John especially could use some of the healthy food Bar can give so easily. He'll make sure it happens. Children need to eat.

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"Yes, sir," John says, somewhat unsettled by all the numbers and images and lines.

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Sébastien, predictably, is only half paying attention to the talk about food.

But he's listening very eagerly, and watching with wide eyes, as M. Joly talks about the monitor and brain activity and heart activity and blood pressure.

"If you please, M. Joly," he says, after a moment, "if it's no trouble, is there pen and paper somewhere around here?"

He needs to write all this down.

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