+siitka 

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        The cameras, he thinks. He will
    never be able to get used to the 
    flashes from the cameras. The whole
    world is watching, he thinks. Or–
    the parts of the world that still can.

                                                             (  The ribbon is cut, there is a loud
                                                   cannon for celebration. More flashes.  )

                            A loud burst of Russian comes
                     from his left and he sees one of the
                     private backers of this newly opened
                     shatterdome, remembers the last time
                     they had met and he panics. A quick
                     glance does not reveal Combeferre or
                     Courfeyrac which means Enjolras turns
                     to the next best option—-

                                                           "Pretend I just told you a joke.
                                                     Trust me, this is important.“