It all began with Marius as such things seemed to do.
They were all sitting peacefully (peacefully by their standards) one Saturday afternoon in Marius's dorm, indulging in some "good bro time" a la Bahorel.
That specifically meant this:
Enjolras looked reasonably relaxed as he sat at the kitchen counter, staring down at his notebook and occasionally scribbling down a thing or two.
Combeferre, as usual, took his place to the right of this friend, reading some workings of Aristotle or another whom he had recently redeveloped an interest in.
Jean and Coufeyrac were sitting on the floor, despite the perfectly good loveseat right beside them, laughing over some story that Bossuet was recalling about his day, regarding an unfortunate incident with a fish and a bus while Joly fretted.
Feuilly and Bahorel took the couch, totally focused on the television in front of them.
Lastly, Grantaire and Marius sat at the kitchen table, one with his head down in his arms and the other fiddling about on his laptop.
Grantaire looked over blearily at his friend over a dirty dish.
"What are you up to?"
Marius couldn't stop the flush from creeping up his neck and into the tips of his ears.
"Cosette was talking about this site and I couldn't help but be curious…"
Grantaire snorted.
"You think everything that comes out of the girl's mouth is pure magic."
Still, he couldn't help but crane his head around to see what was on the screen.
He sucked in a breath at the sight and laughed uproariously, interrupting the rest of the quiet activity in the apartment.
"Tumboner? She told you to get an account on tumboner?"
Enjolras twisted around in his bar seat, eyebrows arched.
"What on earth- Grantaire, the site is called 'tumblr' for God's sake."
Marius stared back at his fearless leader. His fearless leader who hated social media and incessantly made fun of twitter users in passing whenever he could.
"You know what this is?" he finally sputtered, gesturing to the blue and white layout of the screen.
"Of course I do, I have one."
At that, everyone in the room gawped at him.
Enjolras just looked cross.
"What?" he demanded, arms crossed defensively across his chest, "I find it to be a very useful site for spreading awareness about various causes and gives me all the space I need to express myself on important matters."
"And by that, he means he rants and clogs up my dashboard with countless reblogs of inspiring quotes about France and liberty," Combeferre remarked, eyes still focused on the book in front of him.
Bahorel stared at Enjolras in horror.
"Oh god, you are one of those social justice bloggers aren't you. The ones that flood my dash and cause fights that I'm not even around to punch someone over."
Enjolras managed to look down his nose at Bahorel across the room.
"Please do not associate my work with that."
"Oh, I'll have to follow you all then," Prouvaire beamed.
"You have one as well?" Coufeyrac asked curiously, "I thought that R and I were the only ones. He's a night-blogger though and that shit is weird."
They all looked at Grantaire. He shrugged carelessly.
Feuilly piped up.
"I run a fuckyeahpoland blog."
"I have one dedicated to the prevention of disease and outbreak." Joly murmured absentmindedly as he dug around his bag looking for his hand sanitizer.
"I broke my theme somehow when I was playing with the html and now I don't know how to fix it." Bossuet looked mournful.
"I'm so confused right now." Marius sighed.
Suddenly the kitchen was a hubbub of activity as they all gathered around to help Marius set up his new blog.
"What URL should I choose?" Marius looked increasingly stressed by all the bodies crowded around his laptop.
"Oh, choose something beautiful!" Jehan sighed dreamily, "Mine is the title of one of my favorite Edith Piaf songs."
"Make it something meaningful,"
"Yours is 'revolutionishere'" Combeferre sighed to Enjolras, "And I doubt that Marius wants something like that."
Enjolras looked offended at the idea that anyone would dismiss the chance to make a difference.
"Yours is 'fuckbitchesgetmoney'?" Joly's scandalized voice rose when he stared at Bahorel. The man jerked his head in Combeferre's direction.
"Hey, at least it's catchy and creative. Combeferre's URL is literally ' .com'".
Marius buried his head in his hands.
Grantaire just grinned maniacally.
"Don't quit on us now man! You haven't even told us if you want a single or double-column layout! You haven't even written a description or chosen a title for your blog."
Marius contemplated making a mad dash for the door and calculated how many steps he could get in before Bahorel would have gotten him around the knees.
He was doomed.