Kortrijk, Vlaanderen, post Sharpe's return from the bar with DJ

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the lights in the farmhouse are at a relative low; less than friendly eyes may still be on the place from the outside and besides, night's coming on. the main room - it might've been a proper living room at some point, but it's full of mismatched chairs, at least one table, a battered radio and its share of spare assorted equipment now - is far from empty of people. Some cluster together in threes and fours, some sit alone, quite a few are in and out as errands demand. Conversations are as low as the lighting, but just as present.

"{day wasn't a total loss,}" one man says from his position in a chair backed against a wall - it's the taller, heavier one who'd taken it upon himself to search Sharpe for weapons. The square-jawed woman turns away from a paper-scattered length of tabletop long enough to roll her eyes at him in what looks like exasperation rather than disagreement, but doesn't comment in words.

"{Room wherever,}" says the medic's younger brother, gesturing with one arm at the haphazard seating. "{for now. Anybody tries to get a debrief together and it's off, though. Not sure how much sense that makes, but that's how it tends to go.}"

Seba doesn't know Sharpe's history, after all. that's a fair assumption not to make.

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That gets an approving nod from Lore and a thoughtful one from Sylvain. "{We probably should bring him in on it,}" Lore says, "{considering everything today. All the others too, if we can.}"

"{I'm not making Dries get up if it isn't vital,}" Sylvain interrupts.

There's movement over Lore's shoulder, and then Seba is back just in time to hear his brother's words. "{Brama says debrief in ten--ah, Lore already got there, sounds like. I guess you're deciding--}" Seba cuts a knowing look at Sharpe, "{who's going where for it? Dries will be hopping mad if we don't at least wake him up, you know. A couple of us can at least do that much.}"

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"{Maybe you could hold it in the infirmary}", Sharpe suggests. "{Let Dries listen without having to get out of bed.}"

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Sylvain looks somewhere between considering and approving at Sharpe's suggestion. "{All of us, fit in there?}" Seba chuckles. "{Maybe if some of us stood in the hallway. Might work that way, actually. We'll see what bouncing that one off Brama does, though.}"

Lore squares her shoulders. "{I'll handle him. Maybe a couple of you wake the others up while I'm seeing just how far that idea ricochets when it hits?}"

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Sharpe chuckles. "{I'll leave that to those of you as know them. If somebody could show me where to wait?}"

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"{You may as well stay out here for the moment,}" Lore answers, "{if this idea really does fly and we all wind up in the hallway and the infirmary. Seeing as that's an if as yet, you might end up moving.}" Her eyes cut to a door in the farther wall that ostensibly leads to a kitchen or some other room. No offense, Sharpe. Relative unknown quantity, you know.

Seba turns hallway-wards. "{Well, c'mon, brother mine. If this's going to happen, better you looking after the wounded than me and besides,}" he grins, "{I rather think Makosa likes having your concerned attention trained on him. DJ,}" he says, lowering his voice in an exaggerated imitation of his sibling's softer one and pulling an overly intent, serious face, "{I need you to do this for me. It's terribly important that you do.}"

"{Oh shut up,}" Sylvain grumbles, smacking Seba on the arm. And blushing faintly, it should be said.

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Sharpe looks between them, and hides his grin - both at the brotherly banter and at the implication of the words. (19th century or not, he has no issue with where men find comfort in wartime.) "{Right then. Here it is.}"

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It's a longer story than it might first sound, the comfort in wartime thing, but no one's elaborating in quite that way as yet. Give it a while.

Lore doesn't bother hiding her own snicker. "{Ah, get out of here. Go on, you two. And Seba, if you're jealous, why don't you just say so? I'm sure we can find someone other than your wife to adore you.}"

She's clearly chirping him. she's smirking all over her face. As he exits down the hall in his brother's wake, Seba gives her a salute that--well. that's not really much of a salute, is it? Too few fingers upraised, for one.

((OOC: Want to jump ahead to after the debrief? I can set up a new post for after it's over if you like, and bring Makosa back into things, maybe?))

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(Sounds like a plan! :D)