Open Post: Marketing

[futaille]

Now that things have managed to settle down after the havoc of this month's event from the mansion spirits, Grantaire has set his sights on a much more organic event. He did as promised and improved upon Enjolras' early attempt at a flier. It even passed Apollo's judgment and was printed. So now Grantaire is dutifully walking around the mansion with a stack of fliers to post them in whatever public areas he comes across, even venturing outside to hang them up in outbuildings, and enough were printed that there are plenty of extras to be handed out personally if anyone seems curious.

He's of course sure not everyone will come, but the more people do, the more it will seem right, as far as he's concerned, so he's perfectly willing to pitch the event to anyone who seems the least bit amenable to one. Apparently he can stay on task with proper motivation.

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[untamedantinous]

Enjolras is --rather predictably, curled up in front of the fireplace he prefers, reading -- not philosophy, for once, but a novel by Balzac. A slight change of pace was in order, apparently; but he does have a box laid out somewhat nearby, in hopes of running into Grantaire at some point today. "Hello," he calls, when he sees Grantaire pass by.

[futaille]

And of course Enjolras' voice will immediately stop him in his tracks. He turns and enters the room. "Ah, hello." He smiles wryly and holds up the stack. "Have you heard about our meeting?"

[untamedantinous]

"Mm, I do think the printer did a poor job on those handbills," with a little wry smile right back. "Come sit, if you are cold."

[futaille]

"Well, I suppose I do have a bit of time remaining before these must be distributed." He walks over and half-jokingly sits on the arm of Enjolras' chair. "Perfect."

[untamedantinous]

"I do not think I specified a time limit." That wry little smile is certainly still in effect, playing at the edges of his lips. The firelight is likely making him look more of a statue than usual, the shadow and light playing off his skin in interesting ways. "Is it?"

[temnota]

"What is this?" Aleksander asked curiously, glancing at the stack of fliers. Instead of wandering the grounds outside, he had planned to distract himself by continuing his search for the perfect room to commandeer into a map room.

[futaille]

"Ah, Aleksander! Hello!" He holds out a flier. "Having replicated a café, we've decided next to try to replicate the atmosphere of one. I assure you it can be highly entertaining. Twenty conversations at once among ten people, as I recall saying some time back."

[temnota]

Aleksander examined the flier with interest. "It already sounds more entertaining then any council meeting I have ever attended. And already I am sure there will be much better food."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Better food than most of the venues we held meetings at back home, as well, so it can only enhance the atmosphere."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh, good," says Susan, slightly mollified, picking up a flyer without noticing anyone who might have recently put it up. "He did listen to the feedback."

[futaille]

Grantaire glances over and laughs. "Oh, I insisted on editing it. I see you saw his... initial draft."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh!" Susan looks over at Grantaire, a little startled; she smooths carefully over the reaction. "I did. It was... rather abysmal, wasn't it?"

[futaille]

If he notices the initial startled nature of her reaction, he has the good grace not to comment on it. "You're being very kind in saying so, really."

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji looks up as Grantaire enters the room he is occupying. As is often the case, he is in a small parlor near the mansion entrance, cross-legged with his qin on a low table before him. Still, for Grantaire, he rises to his feet and bows. "Young master Grantaire." He directs a politely questioning glance at the stack of papers in Grantaire's grasp.

[futaille]

"Oh, hello!" After he hangs one of the flyers on the wall, he walks over to Lan Wangji and extends another to him. "Enjolras is trying to start meetings that are sort of like what we had at home. I've decided to help him get them started because I am ever so dutifully helpful at all times."

[lightbearinglord]

To maintain politeness, Lan Wangji takes the copy of the flier and looks it over with a blank expression. "What is the purpose of this meeting?"

[futaille]

"There are several purposes, really. Getting to interact with people you might not speak too very often, or people you do, just in a different way. Getting to talk about things that interest you but might not come up in a regular conversation..."

He shrugs. "And then there's the secret purpose which is something like this is a little piece of home that Enjolras was missing. And me too. And it will be nice to capture, at least in spirit."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad is actually quite aware of the upcoming meeting, because Claudius is aware -- he was treated to a lengthy complaint (/fond?) about Enjolras' flyer-making skills the day Claudius encountered him -- but he does pause to look at the new flyer. He presumes someone has worked on it, since it looks like something Claudius would approve of now.

[futaille]

"Galahad!" Grantaire is passing back through, a bit after having posted this particular flyer, and in fact having worked through a good portion of his stack. "What do you think?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Did you change it?"

[futaille]

He laughs a little. "From Enjolras' draft? I certainly did. He needed help."

[aflashbastard]

Crowley looks at one of the fliers, then over at Grantaire. "What's your definition of cordial?"

[futaille]

"At the bare minimum, not resulting in violence." He grins. "After that, I'd personally say just make it entertaining, but Enjolras would probably give me a Look if I said that officially."

[aflashbastard]

"Off the books then," Crowley offers. "Any debate, as long as it's entertaining."

[futaille]

He grins. "Absolutely."