Open: Takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime

[vineleaves]

The first day of Dark was difficult enough to get through. When the situation didn't improve after a few days, however, Dionysus really began to worry. That the house would stop cooperating when it comes to creating food at the same time his own powers of generation have become so severely diminished... it doesn't sit easy with him.

He is grateful that he still has some powers, but he's been finding it difficult to produce grapes or wine (or any related products) of any quality, whereas before it came to him like breathing. But he considers it his duty to do what he can to offset the dwindling supplies, so every day he spends a few hours creating what he can: grapes, raisins, cartons of grape juice, and of course, bottles of wine, before diligently distributing it to the various kitchens and eating-places in the house. Wherever he thinks people may go to look for something to eat. Should anyone need him, he shouldn't be too difficult to locate.

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[untamedantinous]

Enjolras is nearly tempted to ask 'how do you know how good I am at organizing things', considers it for a moment, but then decides against it. It's probably best not to ask. "Mm. Well. If Mlle. Susan is indeed involved in the play, I doubt she would want me to have any part in it. If it does even happen."

[vineleaves]

His face drops. "Don't say that. It's going to happen, I'm sure of it. It has to happen." He has been without that familiar hum of prayer in the back, god-part of his mind for too long. Even if it's just one performance happening instead of the usual countless, it would be better than nothing.

Besides, he's just excited about it on a normal person level too. After how terrible this month has been, he needs something to look forward to.

[untamedantinous]

“It likely will; I just do not intend to be a part of it save by watching.” He has never considered how the god of theater might react to a play being performed; and so is unaware of any mild panic that Dionysus might be experiencing. However, he will certainly be in attendance if Laertes is performing; also if Nina is, but he and Susan should probably remain far apart if they do work on something.

[vineleaves]

"Oh but you will come watch then, that's lovely! The audience is important as well, you know. A good or bad audience can influence the performance happening just as much as the actors themselves."

[untamedantinous]

"I will take your word for it. I have seen plays before, but I do not recall much of them."

[vineleaves]

"There's some I wish I could forget," he says with a small laugh. "But in general, I love them."

[untamedantinous]

“One would expect the god of theater to do so, yes.”

[vineleaves]

"I guess I am a bit of a cliche, huh."

[untamedantinous]

“I wouldn’t say that; I would say —ah, you are simply…focused.”

[vineleaves]

He laughs. "I guess that's a word for it. It's -- it's a big part of my life, you know. Hard to not focus on it."

[untamedantinous]

"Mm. I know the feeling."

[vineleaves]

"I guess you'd need to be pretty focused to accomplish everything you did."

[untamedantinous]

He cannot help but roll his eyes a little. "It was not only me."

[vineleaves]

"I imagine you were all probably fairly focused?"

Maybe not Grantaire but he's a special case. Also, Marius was focused, just seemingly on different things, if the musical is anything to go by.

[untamedantinous]

"...Yes." He's just -- not going to ask how Dionysus might know that; he's pretty certain he would not enjoy the answer. "...On various topics, of course," he adds wryly, thinking of their Pontmercy exception to the rule.

[vineleaves]

"It's important to have hobbies," he responds, equally wryly.

[untamedantinous]

That startles a slight laugh out of him. "Is that what you would call it?"

[vineleaves]

"Depends on who we're talking about. I admit, I don't know most of your friends as well as I would like."

[untamedantinous]

"Well. Some were here for a day, but it was only visiting."

[vineleaves]

He has heard there are occasionally visitors, so he's not entirely surprised. "Who came to visit?"

[untamedantinous]

"Courfeyrac and Combeferre." There is a beat. "I do not know if you would know them."

[vineleaves]

To be honest, in the musical there's not a whole lot of individuality among any of the boys, save for Enjolras and Grantaire. It's not even really that noticeable when a production will separate or combine the parts to fit their cast size better. Not unless you're very familiar with the usual distribution of things. There's probably much more about them in the book he never decided to read.

"I would love to hear about them, if you're up for it."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, that depends on how long you would like me to go on. Combeferre and Courfeyrac are --ah, were -- my lieutenants in our little group. Combeferre is one of our resident philosophers, he was studying to be a doctor at home. He was my first friend in Paris. He and Courfeyrac are...they are my dearest friends. Courfeyrac is everything that I am not, warm and charming and grounding."

[vineleaves]

"They sound absolutely lovely, I'm glad they came to visit and you got to see them."

[untamedantinous]

"Mmm. I do wish they could come back. They got along very well with a few here."