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]

“Selfish and yet helping all the same,” he says, with some amusement. “Quite the conundrum.”

[futaille]

"Even a selfish man can help others if it helps themselves in the end, right?"

[untamedantinous]

“I suppose.” There’s a pause, before he nods to the box sitting near the pile of fliers. “I have something for you.”

[futaille]

He looks over at the box and his eyes widen. He jumps to his feet. "Hold that thought. I think I know exactly where that came from, and I have something for you too. I'll go grab it and we can just exchange them."

[untamedantinous]

“Yes, alright, I am not going anywhere.” He settles back in his chair and turns a page.

[futaille]

"Excellent." He heads out of the room at a leisurely pace, but arrives back far sooner than he would have had he maintained that pace the entire time, an identical box slung under his arm. He walks back over, just sits on the ground in front of Enjolras's chair, using his shins as a backrest, and lifts the box toward him. "Here you are."

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras blinks down at him a little and reaches to grab his own box, passing it down to Grantaire as he takes the other. “I can only assume you spoke to Galahad as well.”

[futaille]

He grabs his box as Enjolras hands it to him. "I did, yes. I'm curious to see what you came up with."

[untamedantinous]

“And I you.” He opens the box —and promptly smiles, bright and beautiful for just a moment, leaning to look at Grantaire.

“How—…I…thank you, Etienne.”

[futaille]

His breath catches just a bit at that expression, and he stares for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention to his own box. "Don't know what else I might have thought of for you."

And then he opens his own, his eyes widening a bit. "Oh. Oh, these are..." He clears his throat. "They're very nice. Thank you."

[untamedantinous]

“I’m glad you like them,” he says quietly, a trace of that smile still lingering. “You do not, after all, need another billiards table.”

[futaille]

"Oh my God," he says with an almost helpless laugh. He glances up at Enjolras. "In fairness, it would have been a miracle if you had produced a billiards table out of this box."

[untamedantinous]

“It would have to be a very small one, yes,” with a small grin.

[futaille]

"And you would have to have created some exceptionally small cue sticks and balls to accompany it. Dominoes much easier."

[untamedantinous]

“Yes, I do not think I would have the patience to craft them if they should not appear.”

[futaille]

He laughs. "It would be interesting to see, but I think everything turned out for the best." He pulls one of the dominoes out of its case and studies it.

[untamedantinous]

“Are they…ah, good? I must admit I do not know much about them.”

[futaille]

"They're lovely. Good weight and balance to them. Thank you."

[untamedantinous]

“Of course. I hope you get some good use out of them.” He offers a small, slightly uncertain smile.

[futaille]

He smiles back up at him. "I will. I could teach you to play, if you'd like."

[untamedantinous]

He considers this for a moment, thoughtful. “I think I have figured out the general notions of it just from watching, sometimes; but I do not know the actual rules. And I suppose I did attempt to teach you fencing. So—certainly.”

[futaille]

He blinks, not having actually expected a yes. "All right. After the meeting, maybe, though, so you have less to be preoccupied with."

[untamedantinous]

“Yes. I do hope people will actually attend; but it’s no great matter if they don’t.”

[futaille]

"You may be shocked to hear that I find myself compelled to disagree. People attending will improve the proceedings dramatically."

[untamedantinous]

“I would not, in fact, be shocked to have you disagree with me,” he answers wryly. “You do seem to take pride in it.”