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]

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.”

[futaille]

He grins. "I am a master of quibbling."

[untamedantinous]

“I assure you, I had noticed.” He settles back in his chair and closes the box, intent on putting the flag up in his rooms later. “Have you found many people to give those out to?”

[futaille]

He looks somewhat amused, settling back in his own spot. "What, quibbles? Of course." He leaves it for a beat. "As for the handbills, some, and I've certainly left them posted in plenty of rooms to be found."

[untamedantinous]

“Thank you, again,” he says with a smile. “I am sorry if I am dull company, just now. I wanted nothing more than to sit by the fire and read, this morning.”

[futaille]

"You are never dull company, I assure you, even were you not to speak a word." He looks for a momemt as if he might go on, very probably with overwrought metaphors, but he subsides and just returns to studying the domino tiles.

[untamedantinous]

“Mm. Courfeyrac would be proud, I am not reading Rousseau today.” It is difficult to let himself relax; but he is getting there, especially with the warmth of the fire helping.

[futaille]

He laughs a little and starts to array dominoes on the floor in front of him, deciding to play an ad hoc game with himself. "You say Courfeyrac and not Combeferre, so I assume you aren't reading about moths."

[untamedantinous]

He rolls his eyes a little, fondly. “No, I am reading Balzac. Are you going to play against yourself, then?”

[futaille]

"In that case, you're right. Courfeyrac would be pleased." He grins. "And yes, that's my plan, unless you think it will disturb you. Possibly even if it will disturb you. Best to get both my first win and first loss with the set out of the way."

[untamedantinous]

“I do not think it will; and you are welcome to stay even if it does. I, ah.” He softens a little, smiling. “You are good company.”

[futaille]

He laughs a little as he mixes up his tiles. "Careful, you might ruin my reputation."

[untamedantinous]

“Mm,” with a bit of a smirk. “I think most everyone here would agree with me, in some way or another.”

[futaille]

"The slander," he says somewhat dryly. "However will I stand it." He draws a couple of dominoes hands and starts to play.

[untamedantinous]

“If I were to say I have, at times, found you irritating; I am sure I would have at least three if not four gentlemen ready to come to blows with me over it.” But he’s clearly gently teasing, half paying attention to his book as well.

[futaille]

He continues playing, his voice going a bit wry. "I assure you, I would be the first to leap to your defense, as well as my own. I would not have the hard work I put in to irritate you impugned so easily."

[untamedantinous]

"Ah, yes, we must of course bring that into consideration," equally wry. "My apologies."

[futaille]

"You're forgiven," he says airily, waving a hand in between plays. "And be grateful for my mercy."

[untamedantinous]

"What would it look like if you were not merciful?" He asks, curious. "At the present moment, of course."

[futaille]

He pauses in the process of drawing a domino. "You know, I hadn't thought about that." He places it down on the array. "Probably a demonstration of my finely honed skills of irritation."

[untamedantinous]

"Bear in mind, I have already witnessed that many times. It may no longer have an effect on me." They both know that's hardly true, but he's still teasing, a little.