Day 27: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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Momo's mind was turning over all the possibilities surrounding this "field trip" to the surrounding town when she settled down in the corner of the Sun Room away from the Arts & Crafts room. She curled her legs underneath her as she waited for Shouko-san to find her. The shinigami had no idea what she looked like, so she kept an eye on all those entering the room.

It was still very cold, or at least she was cold, and the momentary thought of getting her coat from her own room passed through her mind amidst the field trip thoughts. She pushed it away and decided to deal with it being as cold as it was since she'd already been late to one meeting today and didn't want to start making it a habit.

As she waited, she pondered the next day's possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, once away from the institute the shinigami will have access to their full reiatsu. And if not, maybe they'll have a better idea of how they are being limited so much. Maybe Aizen would be able to find her then. He'd save her... right? Right?

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Javert was silent for a few minutes. For a moment it looked as if he didn't plan on saying anything else, but at last he muttered, "How overly sentimental. As if I'd have waited to swear an oath to get him when he was already in the damned room."

A pause. "Then again, I didn't expect much more with opera."

His voice still held that slight hysterical edge, but at least the normal note of dryness had returned to it. "So," he said almost briskly, looking up. "Tell me more about this 'musical.'"

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Javert was coping. Good sign. How much longer he would last, though, was entirely up in the air, especially since he claimed he wanted to know more.

"Well, you know. Storytelling before logic." Personally, Alec had turned off his logic - that made this whole situation much easier to deal with.

He took a deep breath. Right, then. "Well, much like the book you're reading, it focuses more on Valjean and the students than you. It also portrays you in a much more antagonistic light. You're not as much of an arse as the musical would have people think, believe it or not."

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"No surprise there," said Javert. God, but this was surreal. He supposed he would be perfectly fine as long as he didn't think too hard about it. "I imagine it would be dreadfully boring if the tale were portrayed from my point of view. There are only so many melodramatic solos one can sing about paperwork before it all starts growing old."

He quirked an eyebrow at the second bit, though. "I'm - an arse in the musical?"

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Trevelyan chuckled. At least Javert still had his rather dry sense of humor. Then again, if that went down the tubes, that was as good a danger sign as any. At Javert's question, he shrugged. "Almost as much as I am. Don't worry, in person you're much more of an upstanding citizen than I am, and much less of a prick. So, if nothing else, you can consider yourself morally superior to me and attitudinally superior to your rather musical counterpart."

And, because he was Alec, he added, "Well, only the second one sometimes."

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Javert snorted. "I suppose it isn't a proper opera without clearly defined villain-victim roles."

He paused for a moment. "What was that the girl - Mlle. Callahan - said about stars, anyway? A song, I take it - but why the hell would I be singing about them?"