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a-slytherinish-gryffindor · 2 years

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catalyst - part 2

first things first, before we get to the continuation of catalyst, we'd like to say thank you for staying patient with us, we really appreciate it!

now, to the fic!

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Monday, September 5th, 2005 - 6am

As Marie left her room, she bumped into Allegra and Claude who were getting ready to head to the cafeteria.

“Morning, guys.” yawned Marie, as she made herself her specialty coffee, lovingly named Death Brew.

“Good morning, Mars!” chirped Allegra.

“Good Morning, Mari! We wanted to ask you something,” Claude hesitated and looked towards Allegra for confirmation. “...We, that is Felix, Allan, Allegra, and I have been practicing together to start a band… but we don’t have a lead singer. After yesterday, we talked it over, and wanted to ask you if youwantedtojoinourband?”

“What?” Did she hear that right?

“Join our band?”

Allegra cut in to explain better. “Obviously, this isn’t something we would offer after knowing you for one day, but you seem like an amazing person, and we would all love to get to know you! The fact that you come with Jagged Stone as your honorary brother and are also an amazing singer is a huge plus, but really, we want to be friends with you.” Allegra rambled, nervously.

Marie was shocked. Her new dormmates were really offering something so important to them to her. And not just because of who she was, and what connections she has. Not for her money. Not for fame, and not for love. She could truly see herself being good friends with these teens in time. She shook her head to shake off the intruding thoughts of her past friends and focused back on Allegra and Claude, who were nervously waiting for her answer.

“Yes! Yes, I would love to be in your band! What’s your guys’ band name?”

By that time, the others had come out to join them and were contributing to their ever-growing list of possible band names as they left their dorm and headed to the elevators.

“What about The Catastrophe?” supplied Allan.

“...The Six?”

“...Malfortune?”

“...Heritage?”

“What about The Quantics?” Questioned Claude, absentmindedly.

The others paused.

“You might be on to something, Beauchêne…” Felix hesitated, before continuing, “Since Marie will be our Lead Singer, why don’t we call ourselves Marie and the Quantics?”

Completely shocked, Marie froze, as Allegra and Claude cheered at having found their name and pulled them all in for a group hug.

Marie looked around at her new bandmates and smiled softly. It looked like she would finally find a place she truly belonged in.

The newly named band exits the elevator and makes its way to the cafeteria, where they’ll get their new schedules.

They joined the other tired students who were slowly trickling into the cafeteria for breakfast and sat down at a table, close to the doors, to not get trampled by the students when they rush to get to their first class of the day.

They keep up small talk while the administrator, Camille calls up students to pick up their schedules. One by one, the group picks up their schedules and shares them with each other.

Marie studies her schedule, trying to commit it to memory before she passes it to Allegra.

Class Schedule; Year 2005-2006; Marie Olivia Wayne (Age 16) - Première Student

Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday:

7am-8am: Introduction to Business & Finance (M. Pommel - Lecture Hall 3A)

8am-9am: Physics (Mme. Blanchet - Room 143)

9am-10am: Study Hall

10am-11am: Social Studies (Mlle. Lavigne - Room 112)

11am-12pm: Fashion & Design (Mlle. Bouchard - Room 264)

12pm-1pm: Lunch

1pm-2pm: Pre-Calculus (M. Corbin - Room 173)

2pm-3pm: Jewelry & Accessories I (Mme. Garcia - Room 216)

3pm-4pm: Study Hall (Optional Class on Tuesdays/Thursdays: Studio Art - M. Moreau - Room 294) (Optional Class on Mondays/Fridays: Advanced Guitar 2 - Mme. Beaumont - Room 204)

4pm-5pm: Literary Studies (Mlle. Fontaine - Room 122)

5:30pm-7pm: Physical Education (Fencing; Off-Campus @ Lycee Francois Dupont on Mondays & Fridays - M. D’Argencourt)

Wednesday & Saturday (Half-days):

7am-8am: Textiles & Fabric (Mlle. Bouchard - Room 265)

8am-9am: Voice Lessons/ Songwriting & Production (Mlle. Ferreira & M. Meyer - Room 209)

9am-10am: Study Hall

10am-11am: Fashion History (Mme. Cadieux - Lecture Hall 2C)

11am-12pm: Gymnastics (Mlle. Bassett - Gym Room C)

5:30pm-7pm: Physical Education (Fencing; Off-Campus @ Lycee Francois Dupont on Wednesdays. MMA - Mixed Martial Arts; M. Alarie & Mlle. Baudelaire on Saturdays - School Gymnasium)

*Students have 5 minutes to rotate classrooms.*

**Transportation is provided for Off-Campus classes**

After looking at everyone else’s schedule, she found out that she shared many classes with them.

She shared Voice Lessons & Songwriting/Production with all of her dormmates. She shared Pre-Calculus with Claude, Gymnastics with Allegra, Studio Art and Social Studies with Bridgette, Intro to Business and Fencing with Felix, and Literary Studies with Allan.

They finished up their food and began heading to their new classrooms, ready to start learning.

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Monday, September 5th, 2005 - 3pm

After a, frankly, overwhelming morning, Marie Wayne was jogging to her dorm, to pick up her guitar before her next class, when she crashed into another student who had their hands full of papers, sending them both toppling to the ground and papers fluttering to the ground around them.

“Ugh,” Marie groaned, as she slowly sat up, trying to keep her head from spinning. She turned towards the student she had crashed into and saw him curiously observing her.

She jumped up and stumbled before she got her balance back, and reached out a hand to the boy who had finished picking up his scattered papers on the ground and pulled him up.

She looked up at him and their eyes met, and Marie nearly stumbled again from their intensity.

The boy was absolutely gorgeous. With breathtaking cyan eyes, silky black hair with blue tips, and a friendly, reassuring smile, Marie was near-instantly smitten.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and introduced herself.

“I’m Marie and I am so, so sorry about that. You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m wasn’t hurt. I’m Luka, by the way. Where are you headed to, so distracted?”

“I’m just heading to my dorm to grab my guitar.”

“Well, Marie,” He smiled down at her, “Would you mind if I accompanied you? I’ll be heading to Mme. Beaumont’s class, too.”

“N-no,” She stuttered, “No, I don’t mind if you join me. We’re not far. It’s dorm A-21, just down the hall.”

‘Yeah,’ Marie thought, as she walked to her next class with Luka, 'This is going to be a great fresh start for me.'

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Teaser - Part 1 / Uniform sketch - Part 2 (here) - Part 3 (COMING SOON)

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angelbroad · 6 months

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The Night I Fed You Your Mother's Heart

TW: Descriptions of violence, referenced abuse, cannibalism

The break room smelled of cigarettes and anxiety. It was here in this well kept, yet suffocating room that Camille had found herself in along with Vincent. She didn’t smoke, the vile clouds irritating her throat and lungs. She, instead, lit her friend’s cigarettes whenever he felt like he needed the sensation of nicotine.

Yes, Vincent, he was a strange one indeed. Camille found herself drawn to him ever since their first class together in this culinary school. It was not a romantic interest, not at all, it was more like finding a kindred spirit. Broken homes, physical disabilities....hers more obvious than his.

Vincent couldn’t taste, he made that known to her from day one. He was a very closed off person, rarely speaking and mostly focusing on his work. Their first interraction had been during a pastry assignement, where they made profiterole. He was the only student that was willing to approach her. In a way, Camille couldn’t blame her kitchen mates, her unnaturally tall height and elongated limbs would make anyone turn away. She hated how her bones and skin were stretched, like the limbs of the spiders that raised her inside the walls. It was disgusting, but not to Vincent. He treated her just as he would treat anyone else, and she could tell by the raise of his eyebrow that he was impressed by just how much she followed his instructions to the letter.

She liked to consider them friends after this. Camille would approach him to talk, and took the fact that he wasn’t turning her down or walking away as an open invitation for a friendship.

They talked about their childhoods, about Vincent’s mother and Camille’s father. Both figures they hated. They would hang out more and more, Camille visiting Vincent’s dorm at some point. She still lived in the long abandoned house, serving as a perfect disguise for her violent grocery shopping. Vincent’s furniture was much more comfortable than hers, and she accidentally slept on them more than once. The man always forgave her, though. He never minded how touchy Camille was, or her weird habits. He tried to teach her things like properly plate a dish, or how much time she should leave the macaroons in the oven.

Vincent Charbonneau was amazing. He would give her so much, and for that, Camille felt that she should repay him....greatly.

“What are you thinking about?”, Vincent asked, bringing Camille back to the present.

She hummed, “Nothing. Macaroons.”

Vincent made a noise between a scoff and a chuckle, “Right.”

The man put out his cigarette on the nearest ashtray before turning to Camille.

“Our finals are coming soon.”

She nodded, “Yes, I know that.”

“Are you...free tonight?”

Camille tilted her head, much like a curious dog would, “Why?”

Vincent inhaled, “Look...you know I can’t taste so, do you mind being my taste tester for some possible dishes I am planning?”

Camille gave him a signature wide smile, complete with a salute, “Yes, chef!”

This time, Vincent actually chuckled, arms crossed, “Save that for when I am your actual boss, Camille.”

It was like eating a full course meal at an actual bistro, and like always, Vincent proved himself more than worthy of bearing the title of chef. It was ironic how someone with no sense of taste could make food this good.

Their fun night however, would be spoiled by the very much unneeded visit from Vincent’s mother. Or at least, her attempt at a visit. Camille had went to open the door, blocking her from entering as soon as she opened it, and shutting the door completely once Vincent ordered her to.

She was filled with absolute disgust as she heard how his mother had treated him, how she was the reason he had lost his taste in the first place, and that was more than enough to bar her entry as soon as she saw her face.

“Just...don’t let her in the next time she comes over, got it?”, he asked.

“Of course.”, she responded, her eyes staring at the wall and her pupils constantly changing size as the gears in her brain grinded together. She looked down at Vincent, who was sitting on a chair, and put one hand on the table. “Vince.”

He looked up at her as she continued.

“If you want me to...I can kill her for you.”

The man gave her a confused look, seemingly not believing her. He sighed, leaning on the table.

“Did I...say something wrong?”, she asked.

“No.”, Vincent responded, “Just don’t say those things with anyone else.”

“Yes si-Vince. Yes Vince.”

Vincent himself felt odd about Camille Bouchard. She was probably the only person that understood his struggles, and she accepted him despite his unpleasant, in his mother’s words, attitude. She followed orders like she was a doberman, and she always agreed to everything he would ask of her. In a way, it was comforting to have control over someone so...dangerous.

It was no secret to him, from day one he knew something was wrong upstairs, but he did not seem to be on that woman’s list. In the beginning, he was willing to be around her because of that fear. However, soon he found himself actively seeking her out, her cheery attitude and oddly touchy habits making her pleasant company. She would fall asleep over at his own house more than often, and she herself made a comfortable pillow to lie on. Not that he would ever tell her he used her as one out of embarrassement.

She started acting weird after his mother’s unwanted visit, finding her more distracted in the classes of the following days. After their finals, which they both passed with flying colors, Camille made a proposal on their way home.

“Hey, Vince?”

“Hm?”

“It might come off as a little odd but, could you come by my house tonight?”

Vincent raised an eyebrow, she never invited him over to her house, “Sure, but what is the occasion?”

“Our freedom, of course!”, she said, “We successfully passed culinary school, and are now officially chefs.”

“Mmmhmm.”, Vince slowly nodded, squinting his eyes up at her.

“So, I decided to repay you for all those meals you made for me over the two years we’ve known each other.”

“By doing what?”

“Making you a meal!”

“Oh?”

“Yes, let me cook for you!”, she cheerily responded, earning a raise of the eyebrows and a small smile from Vince.

“What will you be cooking?”, he asked.

“I was thinking, braised heart.”

“Sounds lovely.”

When Vincent dropped by the house, it was already dark out, and he would be lying if he said the house did not look intimidating, because it did. But then, he questioned why Camille would choose to stay in this house that looked close to falling apart. He sighed, hesitantly walking up to the house through the garden of tall grass and knocking on the old door.

The door creaked open, Vincent catching a glimpse of Camille’s brown eye through the darkness.

“Vince! You uh, came in early..”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“Oh no no I just....didn’t start yet.”

Vincent rolled his eyes. This woman was terrible with time management.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes yes, sure!”

Camille let him in, and he followed her through the contorting halls. The further they went the more Vincent realised how bloody Camille was. She was wearing the standard chef’s uniform, but most of the blood was on the rubber black gloves and apron she was wearing. Eventually, they came to a more civilised room that served as a kitchen and a small dining area. Vincent went to drag a chair for himself as Camille went past him and to the countertop. The room was decently lit, but had many dark corners. How did she live here?

“Sorry about the mess.”, she said, “I don’t get many living visitors.”

“That is a....weird remark to make.”

She let out a short laugh before pulling out a large knife, digging into meat he couldn’t see, “Yeah.....yeah..”

He raised his eyebrow, “You...are using pork for this, right? You do know this is the standard meat for braised heart.”

The slicing of the meat stopped, Camille straightening her back as it was still turned to Vincent.

“Vince.”

“..Yes?”

“You told me you couldn’t taste anything, right?”

“Yes..where is this going?”

Camille sighed, lifting up a bloody hand, “I have eating habits that would be considered....unnethical, by most people. But I found that depending on the relationship I had with them, the taste of the meat was different...more savoury.”

Sweat started to form on Vincent’s forehead, swallowing down his building concern.

“And I thought...maybe I could help you, too.”

“...In what way?”

Camille finally turned around holding the freshly ripped heart, which looked nothing like a pig’s. Which was confirmed as she stepped to the side, allowing Vincent to look at the freshly dead body of his mother, her chest split open like a bloody flower.

All he could muster was a wide-eyed gaze as he looked at his deceased mother’s hazy eyes as Camille worked on the braised heart, neatly placing it in front of him. The cooking process made it impossible to see it was a person’s heart. The woman let go of the plate, a little blood staining the rim.

“Please....try it...”

Vincent looked up at her, her lanky body shaking in anticipation. Vincent looked down at the plate, she had followed his plating tips. He took a knife and fork, and cut a decent bite off the heart, slowly placing it into his mouth. He chewed, and he swallowed.

“...It still tastes like nothing....”

The two stood in silence for a few painful minutes before Camille slumped in a chair next to him, bringing her bloody hands on her face.

“...Stupid..”

“Do not say that.”

“H-Huh..?”

“This....might not have worked but...you did something like this, because you wanted to help me.”, he felt a lump on his throat, getting emotional, “...Thank you.”

Camille’s eyes lit up, giving a wide, but sad smile, “I uh...I’m sorry I could not make her taste.”, she looked back at Mrs Charbonneau’s corpse, “I can throw this away, then.”

“Throw it away?”

“I hate the woman.”, Camille explained as she fired up the incinerator to burn the woman’s corpse, “I know better than to taste the bitter flesh of hers.”

It clicked for Vincent. Le Boucher Des Gens.

“Camille. You are in your twenties, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“The Butcher’s killings can be traced back twenty years.”

“......Yes. Since I was seven.”

Vincent did not talk about this topic anymore, but now, he was gifted a new philosophy. Perhaps, if her found the right person, like Camille suggested, he could finally taste again. For this reason, he decided to keep Camille close, even at his bistro. She took care of his problems, like she was a dog that answered to no one but him. A provider of the highest degree, and an individual that always had his back.

Yes, he was truly lucky to have such a monster under his thumb.

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breton-gossip · 4 years

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The tea is being spilled all over today. Any tea of your own to spill? What's been going on in Vannes?

Honey this week has got me tired. Fuck pilates. Keeping up with the Vannes social drama is workout enough.

Vday Shenanigans:

So most of the drama started at our Valentine’s Soiree. Which reminds me: @asmatamaji and the staff of Castlebrac, thank you for such a decadent affair. One of our best yet.

Now let’s see…our little darling skater seemed to have a bit of a group hug situation with his friends. Makes me wonder if there is a bit of a triangle situation there. @jian-riou @jaewon-calves @stargazingalexei Menage-a what now?

I also spotted a little redhead lioness sniffing around her former paramour. I also saw a certain blonde Duchess that was none too impressed about it. Little Leonie may want to lawyer up before the Duchess digs in her heels. @leonie-moreau @duchess-katarin-lemeur @juno-bouchard

Is love brewing at the theater? Our little ballerina and musical tour de force seem to be getting cozier. @waverleyofanjou @nicxlyon I’m sure we’ll see more of that duo in the days to come.

Suspiciously absent from the celebrations: The sad american cowboy. Dommes! Step. Up. Your. Game. @rhett-thomas

Other News:

In other news, everyone’s favorite arbiter seems to be getting out and and about. He’s been spotted with both @stargazingalexei and @emery-sutherland. And I for one am glad to see him enjoying life again. @dukeofvaneti

Now, this one might not be so well known but, well, I am an expert eavesdropper. It appears that the house of Nantes may have a bit of inner turmoil if bar conversations are anything to go by. It seems that @duchess-katarin-lemeur is none too happy with at least one member of her house. If not more. Makes one wonder if house woes won’t spell trouble for her grace’s chances at the throne. But, the year is young. @camille-laubert

That’s it for now. Delicious isn’t it?

#bretongossip #Anonymous

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duchess-katarin-lemeur · 4 years

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Nantes Meeting

Who: @duchess-katarin-lemeur @emery-sutherland, @camille-laubert @armel-lemuer @simeonleguen @gxmer-ami @madeline-lupu @adelaidelibrarymaid @simeonleguen @juno-bouchard @resolutexsarai @cristian-capulet @stargazingalexei @micaiai-lemeur @oliviaxstephan @chloemoigne-ofnantes @ivy-muir When: Wednesday, February 19th Where: House of Nantes Chateau Why: Katarin calls for the House to work out their cause and event for the Aribiter’s challenge. All did not go well.

Kat was grateful to have the support of every member of her House. They may not all be blood related but were all family. “Everyone, thank you for coming to the Chateau this evening. It has been a bit delayed but here we are. You all know the arbiter has put forth a challenge. This is something I cannot do on my own. Though I do have an idea of what our House can do. As champions of knowledge, I propose we look towards the youth of Breton, specifically in the area of STEM education. Your thoughts?”

“A bit dull don’t you think?” Camille sighed. “Are we planning to raise money so they can build bridges? Surely there is something more exciting. At least teach them the value of money and make my job easier in years to come.”

Juno pushed a hand through her hair before pushing up her black framed glasses to rest on her forehead, ones that she always wore to meetings. She knew she had a mountain of work waiting for her, but she was loyal enough to her house to help and attend the dinner. “Youth are the best bet of course” she mused “But maybe raising money for something that others won’t see coming from us, something to make us stand out a little more. I have always loved something with a more practical approach, perhaps skill sets for the real world of work experience. It could bring in the idea of teaching the value of money, as put by Camille” she said with a small gesture to the other.

"'Practical' is so relative. Our House is literally focused on technology; it would seem weird if our charity focus was outside of that." Ami furrowed their brow, not quite sure what the goal was. "But if we wanted something creative or out of the box, maybe we can look into tinkering with VR and creating a system that can help patients with therapy, physical and mental." Running a hand through their hair, they also offered, "And of course if we need to raise funds or any sort of promotion, I'm happy to do a charity stream on my channel to boost the cause."

Morgan raised her hand, interjecting briefly. “I work with a lot of youth and I think a STEM education program would be fantastic. Inner cities lack a lot of funds and so a lot of children who wish to learn these things are unable to because of a severe lack of opportunity. Perhaps it’s not a creative approach, but I do believe it would be a very meaningful and impactful one.”

“Practical can come with technology, they can be paired?” Juno offered “Perhaps skills and experience with technology, there could be something there.” she then gave a purse of her lips, she was no tech wizard herself, but there was an ever growing use for it and it was true that Nantes was indeed focused on it. “But I do enjoy the idea of the VR, if it’s workable” she added, taking a sip of her drink and looking away thoughtfully, her gaze only coming back when Morgan spoke up.

“I think we need to narrow our focus a bit. There are many good ideas, the VR being one. That is something that we can do outside of this challenge. We have the resources for it.” Kat surveyed the room. “Let me be a bit clearer. We are going to focus on the youth of Breton for this challenge and I want it focused on STEM education. Now, what form that takes is what we are discussing. Though, Morgan, I do agree that we work with disadvantaged children. Providing opportunities is something that the entire family can do.”

Camille could see how this was going and it was clear most of it was going to be out with her skill set. Managing the money was where she would shine but that didn’t stop her voicing her opinions. “Giving disadvantaged children and their families an exciting opportunity is all well and good but it has to be something that actually achieves something. No point letting them build a roller coaster and ride it then sending them home with nothing but memories. At least building bridges would stop them getting their feet wet and teach them some life skills.”

Cristian jotted down each of the comments into the meeting's notes for the evening, knowing Her Grace would want to review everything after no doubt. He couldn't help his irritation though, even not as a blood member of the house. 'All of these ideas regarding youth are excellent, but Camille I think it goes without further stating if you're only going to bring negativity to the table, you're more than welcome to leave. Nobody is forcing you to be here and we need to be working together positively contributing ideas in order to further Her Grace’s as well as the house’s positive image in the community."

Sarai cleared her throat; she agreed with Cristian’s comment, but preferred discussions that were a little calmer. Or not to be involved in the discussion; she’d have been just as happy at home, but the support was necessary. “I believe the experience of a STEM project is, in itself, a valuable one for the children. Particularly those from a disadvantaged background. We want to see more young people involved in those areas, and they’ll need a place to get started. Perhaps the library could be utilised in the research aspect?”

Micaiai was considering all of the options, his brow pulling together, “We could always bring some resources from the family together and start something that would be reoccuring rather than a one off. Take it beyond the challenge and make it something of our own. That way it is not only an important task for the children but also something that could eventually help us train future workforces. That is vitally important.”

Armel had been quiet for most of the dinner; he wasn’t much for making plans and preferred to just open up his checkbook and make things happen. But after rolling his eyes for the hundredth time, he felt he couldn’t be silent any longer. “Must everything be all about the children?” he asked, surveying the room. “You,” he began, lazily gesturing to Sarai. “You’ve got a good point about the library - I feel like we should look into extending a wing or opening one of our own for the public, with resources for all ages. Perhaps we could offer certification courses for adults. We could make it a non-profit institution and even petition the other families to make donations in the future. When Katarin is elected Queen, they’ll be clamoring for her support anyway.”

Emery sat quietly, listening to everyone discuss their various opinions. Unable to voice anything solid as this seemed to be outside of her expertise. Working with children, that was something that she could support. She had dedicated her life to helping children, but she could only sit patiently and see if something would inevitably come up in which she could actually assist. It was difficult to voice an opinion surrounded by people she hardly knew, or didn’t really know at all, and wanted to make sure that when she gave her input, it was something of value.

"I'm worried that if we open an extended wing or something in a building and we plaster our name on it, it might gives us a bad look; it might come across as us trying to do good by simply throwing money around." Morgan grew a little frustrated with the discussion and wanted to focus the conversation back into helping those at a disadvantage. As someone who grew up with next to nothing, it was important to her to give back and help as much as she could. "I do like the idea of possibly offering certification courses, but I'm more in line with supporting an outreach program that gives children a chance to gain a STEM education."

Until now Chloe had watched everything silently. She wasn’t the type to interject often, but for the sake of Kat she would speak up at least once or twice during the meeting. “I have to say, a STEM program in school would have meant the world to me when I was younger. I needed that place to express myself and didn’t really have it. I can’t even count the amount of times I shoved into lockers because I would rather be reading a book or working on my laptop. Shedding a positive light on that could really help teens and younger kids.”

Adelaide finally spoke up. All of the opinions had been moving so quickly before, but if she didn’t speak up at all, she knew she would regret it. “Would it be impossible to combine them? There are several branches to the Public Library throughout the city, including in the more disadvantaged areas. If we provide the funds for them to expand, we could include as a condition that one area of that expansion in each is a place for students to run STEM experiments and a staff member to provide support and education. That way we don’t have to start the outreach from scratch and it would have more longevity than a standalone program.”

Camille folded her arms at Cristian’s comments and muttered to herself under her breath. Glaring at the man for a moment she turned her attention back to the discussion, cheering up considerably as others were going along the same line of thought. “Exactly,” she said to Adelaide, shooting a smug expression across to Cristian. “It needs to have a clear purpose and last, not just an overnight one off event.”

Ivy raised her hand timidly, rather overwhelmed at even being at such a big house event. “If we can target young teens, say from around eleven to fourteen then that’s the point people are beginning to make their first decisions. Show them the benefits of STEM education and as Chloe has already said, let them know that there are all these paths out there. If they don’t get the chance to experience and find out about things when they are young they might miss out on the chances when they get older.”

“Sounds like putting these ideas together might be the best approach. It lets us focus on the strengths of the ideas we want,” Ami commented as they ripped off a sheet of paper from a notepad. “But seriously, if video games are involved, count me in. Kids love video games and video games can totally be educational.” They let someone else take over the conversation while they crumpled up the paper from earlier, and when the Duchess wasn’t looking, threw it at Camille. Stifling a small chuckle, they mouthed, “Stop pouting,” before paying attention to whoever was speaking next.

Madeline had been slightly late to the dinner due to an emergency, but by listening to the others, she had a decent idea as to what was going on. She always could get behind an idea that focused on the children, but the bickering over how exactly to implement it was bothering her. “If I may, why are we the ones deciding what is best for the children? This is our event, but it is clear that we all wish for them to be the ones to benefit as well as the community at large. I think that we should allow them to tell us what they want within reason. Perhaps involve the librarians, teachers, and members of the community. We might be surprised as to what they come up with. Besides if we hold a symposium of sorts for the community that we wish to help, it will foster a sense of comradery and excitement about the prospects.” She cleared her throat, looking around at the others. “Or not. It’s just an idea.”

Juno had taken to simply allowing the others to speak. The blonde was distracted and it was likely obvious she knew she'd likely be questioned on it at a later date, her gaze scanned the room as others began to speak "I'm always willing to go with a majority in regards to the STEM, I believe this whole task is to show our House's problem solving above everything. So we may have to agree to disagree in many respects. I'm just happy to help in whatever way I can really" She murmured, perking when she heard an idea. "An open forum" she nodded as Madeline spoke, agreeing with the idea, her finger drawing around the rim of her glass as she thought.

Olivia didn’t usually feel comfortable speaking up at things like this since she didn’t grow up in Breton, but since children were involved, she felt rather inclined, “As someone who does have a child...I actually do agree with Madeline as well. I think it could be a good idea to involve the ones we’re aiming to help. Children like being involved, and in turn the parents of those children do want what’s best for them. Maybe we can narrow it down to a few final choices that we can all agree on and then let the community decide on the final decision. I think they would like that we took their opinions into consideration since, like Madeline said, just because we might think something is useful, doesn’t necessarily make it true.”

Kat listened to the back and forth calmly, pleased with the ideas but not entirely pleased with the behavior. They were supposed to be working together. She cleared her throat and spoke again. “First, cousin,” she said, directing her gaze to Armel. “In this case, yes, this is all about the children. It may be cliche but they are the future of Breton and Nantes can make its greatest impact through them.” She paused, tapping her nails on the wooden table. “This is what I am hearing. There is a concern that this will be a one off event. This was never my intention. I want something lasting and sustainable. I agree with Morgan that we must consider those children that are at risk or at a disadvantage due to their station. As far as having community input, I agree. Though I would propose we start with the schools before going right to the population at large. They are the most informed on what our children need. So, how can we best support making sure STEM education is accessible to every child in Breton. I propose starting with the schools in Vannes. We ask our educators what they need. At the elementary level, maybe we start a mentorship/sponsorship program providing schools what they need. For older students, a scholarship program...as for the libraries, certainly they have the capability to be utilized in some form. Beyond what program we establish, we need to also plan an event to kick it off. Something that will raise funds and get our community involved. Ideas for that? And please remember we are working together, not against each other.”

Ami straightened up, having heard the tone carried out by the Duchess. Clearly they needed to take this more seriously, and they did really want to help out. "Again, not to be a broken record, but I really am happy to host a charity stream if we want to raise some funds. A lot of people will do 24-hour streams and I can ask some of my friends to help out and any of you all are also welcome to hop on," they explained. "I'm not too familiar with the school program here but I think a mentorship program is a super dope idea."

“One possibility for an event would be a charity auction? And the items could be lesson plans or supplies for different aspects of the STEM program. That way it would raise money, and it would be another way for the community to be involved in voting on what material they most want covered for the future of Vannes.” Adelaide proposed quietly. “But we can design the different items based on the feedback we get from schools, teachers, and parents so it would still put their voices first.” She had a few other ideas, but she rarely thought in terms of single events and it sounded like that was the option that needed to be nailed down first for the good of the family.

Juno couldn’t help but feel slightly satisfied at the point Kat made, about everyone needing to work together. She felt it had added onto her point about how the task had clearly been to test their ability on working together as a house. The Lawyer couldn’t help but sit a little smugly until she cleared her throat and took a drink of her water. The lawyer looked back to Kat, silent as she allowed others to speak, but more concerned for what she imagined was a fraying string of patience in the others mind from the bickering around them. The blonde nodded slowly as Adelaide spoke, at least making it look like she was taking in the point- a good one at that.

Simeon hadn’t meant to be late. He had gotten held up at work and then from there it had been awful getting there. Traffic and just general unluckiness. As he crept into the room, he gave an apologetic look to the blonde at the head of the table. “I’m sorry for being late, Kat--Uh… Katarin. Duchess.” Calling her anything but Kat was always weird to Simeon, but he didn’t want to disrespect her in front of the rest of the family. Moving to sit down beside Chloe, he swallowed hard before glancing at the younger woman. “Can you fill me in?” he asked quietly.

Armel rolled his eyes at the latecomer. “We’re doing a STEM program for the children.” He tried his best not to sound quite so dismissive of the idea, but well - he was skeptical. “It seems you all have this figured out without any additional input from me. Why don’t I leave everyone to it and Camille can inform me how many zeroes to put on the check. I’ve got a business to look after.”

Up until that point, Alexei had remained utterly quiet, sitting in the back corner and not sure that his input would have mattered all that much anyway. But when Armel spoke with such disinterest, he found himself letting out a sound of displeasure. “Sure, Armel-- Run off when it actually matters.” He found himself saying, though it was said lowly and could be easily missed.

Armel turned toward the direction of the voice, his brow raised. It was hard to hear what was said, but something said so soft could never be good. “Did you have something you care to say to me?” he asked the submissive, calmly folding his hands across his lap. “Please, do go on.”

Simeon swallowed hard, looking between Alexei and Armel. He didn’t… want people to fight. Not just because he didn’t do well in tense situations but also because they were literally supposed to be family. Maybe not by blood, but all united under one house. “Is there something wrong with helping children?” He piped up, feeling his heart thump a little like it did whenever he spoke in large groups. But he was hoping that Armel would just answer him and maybe not fight with Alexei.

Cristian gestured for Simeon to relax, turning to face Armel as he calmly spoke up. "The same offer goes for you, Sir. Everyone's contributing ideas right now and working together. If you insist on making everyone uncomfortable and not being willing to be an adult about this, you're welcome to see yourself out instead of wasting Her Grace's time.”

Alexei did his best to not make a scene, knowing full well the last thing he needed to happen was for a fight to break out. He was good at that-- but he was genuinely trying. He looked to Simeon and then to Cristian, glad that they seemed to be putting what he had been feeling in much more eloquent terms than he ever could. “I’m sure he’s got better things to do than be here.” Alexei said, knowing full well the dominant had heard what he’d said before. “We don’t want to bore the poor man with productive ideas.”

Cristian raised an eyebrow, turning to face Alexei, calmly adding, "I think enough has been said on this-- can we please refocus? Everyone?"

Kat, having watched the display, was far more angry than before. Standing, she looked towards the lot of them. “That is enough,” she declared, glaring at the room with an icy gaze. “This is meant to bring our house and Breton together. And while I am most appreciative of any support that gets me to the throne, I’m beyond disgusted that there seems to be no ability in this room to pull together.” Her gaze traveled over the assorted members of her family until it landed on her cousin. “Armel, if you do not wish to be here, leave. Your negativity regarding the direction I have determined that we will go is not appreciated nor needed. While your support is and will always be appreciated, it is clear you are far more interested in your business.” Having made that point, she looked around to the others. “If anyone else wishes to leave now, I suggest you do so before my patience wears thinner.”

The sudden voice of Kat ringing through the air had Alexei freezing slightly. He had planned to fall silent after what Cristian had said, but couldn’t help the glare he found himself shooting Armel. Alexei didn’t exactly have the patience for dominants like him, no matter how much he tried to hold his tongue. He looked to the duchess before his arms were crossing over his chest and he fell back into the silence he had been in. Back to the patient observer only.

Armel stood up from his chair, happy to be excused despite how furious his cousin was. She could be dealt with later - for now, he wanted out of this charade. “I’ll speak with you soon, cousin,” he said curtly. His eyes traveled across to Alexei and narrowed a bit; the submissive was on his radar now. He’d handle the disrespect later. “Do let me know how much will be needed.” With a final glower across the room, the dominant exited, glad to be on his way to the real business.

Simeon did not like hearing Kat get angry. He winced a little before his eyes dropped to the floor and he reached idly for the fork on the table just for something to fidget with. He sorely wished that he could speak up again, not that she needed him to come to her defense or to run her meeting--and he wouldn’t be able to anyway. Instead, he just went quiet and did his best not to call attention to himself. Tension was, in a word, the worst. And tension in Kat was something Simeon didn’t want to see at all. A frown settled on his face and he just shook his head to himself.

As Armel stormed off, leaving the meeting, Morgan was pretty glad to see him leave. While she didn't agree with everyone butting heads, especially when it resulted in the Duchess scolding everyone, it'll probably be easier to be productive now. "Okay, so regrouping. Our focus will be some sort of STEM-related educational outreach? And we also need a way to raise some money, right?" she asked, trying to break the momentary tension and to bring everyone back on track.

Micaiai trusted his sister to take care of the situation and instead remained as quiet support for her as she put the rest of the family in their place. He placed a hand on his sister’s arm after a moment, and gave her a small smile of support. “We will need to raise some money. I’m sure we can come up with a great campaign.” Straight back to business.

After filling Simeon in on what had happened thus far in the meeting, Chloe decided to sit back and simply observe. For a house that was supposed to be working together to get Kat chosen as queen, they were definitely struggling. “Armel could have been on to something. If we can get this program for the kids up and running, what do you think about having an offshoot in the future of teaching adults that have been disadvantaged skills like making a resume and working on a computer? That would be a good long term goal, and could go along with what he said about helping other ages too. Obviously it wouldn’t be a focus right now, but it would be something we can work towards.”

Camille was still annoyed after the way Cristian spoke to her and then, as far as she was concerned he was still trying to call the shots despite what the duchess had said to everyone. Watching Armel leave she barely heard what was heard next, her annoyance reaching boiling point. Pushing back her chair she stood up suddenly. Looking at Katarin Camille’s anger was evident in her voice,“This was supposed to be a meeting for Nantes to share ideas but since your new assistant seems to think he is the only voice that matters I will go and get on with far better things. It is clear he thinks he has all the answers anyway.” Looking right at the man she smirked, “Since my views and expertise are irrelevant in your eyes good luck with getting the charity status sorted on the accounts and the tax relief, I’m sure it will be easy peasy for someone of your calibre.” With that she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Adelaide was shocked at all of the behavior she was seeing, although she couldn’t help being a little awed by Kat. The Romanos never would have allowed such disrespect or lack of cohesion towards their Head of Houses at any time, let alone when something was so important. But she gathered her courage again, trying to help refocus the discussion back to the point so she wouldn’t have to sit through too many of these contentious gatherings. “If the charity auction idea doesn’t work, perhaps we could do something like a fair? Bring in different professionals in the STEM field to give lectures and demonstrations over the course of a day or a weekend, and people could buy tickets for individual speakers or the whole event. In between we could also have a lot of fun hands on activities for kids to get them excited about the possibility of more classes like this. That way we can keep the event tied to the charity itself.”

Micaiai stepped in then, his eyes looking far more angry than he usually looked. He eyed down the rest of his family, “If anyone else has an issue I would politely ask that they leave now and discuss it privately and respectfully with your Duchess.” He swallowed, fingers tapping down on the table. “Is that clear?”

Cristian bit his tongue, both embarrassed and appalled by Camille's response and childish exit, not understanding how in the world his request for peace and cooperation somehow came off as his voice being the only one that mattered or that he even had all the answers. He'd made a point to not make any suggestions, despite several coming to mind, since it wasn't his family and felt out of line. He merely had wanted everyone to feel encouraged to contribute and to keep a positive atmosphere, but apparently even that had backfired. He made a note to apologize to the Duchess after, once the family had dispersed. Versus chiming in at all, he kept his mouth shut and eyes on his computer the remainder of the meeting, lips curled into an embarrassed frown as he waited for the meeting to conclude.

Madeline rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. She was in awe of the Duchess for remaining so poised in the situation. She’d be having words with Alexei about what happened later, but that was hardly the issue at hand. “Just to clarify seeing as things got a bit… off topic. We are going to invest in an on-going STEM education project for the youth. It will start in Vannes and then move to the rest of Breton as a whole. In order to do this, we are going to enlist the help of the educators to find out what they need. The funds are going to be raised from an auction that Ami will stream in order to get to a wider audience.” She hoped that there would be peace for the rest of the meeting. “Does that sound about right to everyone?”

Kat was grateful to Madeline for summing up the majority of what had previously been said. “Yes, that is the gist. Though instead of an auction, I believe I prefer Adelaide’s idea for a fair. I think it involves more of the community and gives us a better opportunity to interact with the community at large.” She was beyond tired of trying to maintain the peace in her house and wanted to wrap this up. “Thank you for those that kept their heads and contributed well-thought out ideas. Your support is appreciated more than I can say. In the coming days I will meet with key people individually. I think there is more than enough work to be done that all will have a role.” Kat, looked around the room, managing a smile to those still at the table. “Do not let this evening weigh on your minds. We are a strong house with strong personalities. However, any future meetings of this nature will not be a repeat of this evening. Thank you all for attending. If you will excuse me, there are obviously things I must attend to.”

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Épisode abordant le thème de la partisanerie avec notre invité: Camil Bouchard.

Ge, tu, elles: L’édito de Geneviève: « Nos prières pour aucun dieu ».

Trancher: Le bénévolat en sport!

De la ben belle visite: Camil Bouchard, docteur en psychologie, professeur et chercheur pendant 35 ans et député de 2003 à 2010.

Wikipéha: Paul-Antoine présente ses cinq catégories de transfuges politiques.

Le plus jeune commence: Arts et politique!

Les nouvelles régionales: La Tuque(s).

9 à 3: Le succès et la pertinence de Passe-Partout, 5e génération.

Quand pensez-vous?: Avec ses bons et mauvais côtés, la partisanerie en politique est-elle (un mal) nécessaire?

Le moment anti-radio: La grande finale d’Unité 9.

Programme de soutien aux finissants en sciences humaines profil individu: L’ouverture de la pêche, avec Camil Bouchard.

Correspondance: Y’en a qui trouvent Alexianne conne.

Cochonneries: Excuses publiques, flatulences et Mathieu Bock-Côté.

Bonus: Paul-Antoine demande à Camil de dédicasser son exemplaire de « Un Québec fou de ses enfants ».

Enregistré le 10 avril 2019 devant public à la Microbrasserie Le Prospecteur de Val-d'Or.

Merci à nos partenaires!

• Adama Productions, présentateur de cet épisode. • La Société St-Jean-Baptiste de l'Abitibi-Témiscamingue • Air Creebec • La Microbrasserie Le Prospecteur • Le FRIMAT • Québec Studio • Paysage Boréal, dépositaire des produits Bolduc • Pier-Luc Beaudet Duciaume, Planificateur financier pour IG Gestion de Patrimoine • L'Hôtel Continental centre-ville • Avantage numérique • Honda de Val-d'Or • Marie-Claude Robert photographe • Studio Lachapelle

Animation: Francis Murphy, Geneviève Béland et Paul-Antoine Martel; Narration: Yolette Lévy; Image sonore: Bernard Boulanger et Le Carabine; Technique: François Lachapelle; Régie: Stéphanie Poitras et Sophie de Carufel; Billetterie: Karine Murphy;

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Imaginales: le festival des mondes imaginaires, 18ème édition. 23-26 May 2019, Ville d’Épinal, France. Poster art by Grzegorz Rosiński and Piotr Rosiński, info: imaginales.fr.

From Thursday 23rd to Sunday 26th May, 2019, more than 300 authors and illustrators from all over the world will come to Epinal, in France, for the 18th edition of Imaginales: le festival des mondes imaginaires, one of the first international exposition of Imaginative literature. Artists, novelists and experts in the Fantasy, SF and Fantastic genres will share their stories with a varied and enthusiastic audience. Founded in 2002, the festival is free and open to the public, welcoming more than 40,000 visitors from all over France.

Guest list:

Comics and illustration – Julien DELVAL, Renaud DENAUW, Emmanuel DESPUJOL, Steven DUDA, Gilles FRANCESCANO, Laurent GAPAILLARD, Armel GAULME, Didier GRAFFET, Loïc JOUANNIGOT, Milan JOVANOVIC, Frédéric MARNIQUET, Gilles MEZZOMO, Noë MONIN, Thimothée MONTAIGNE, Frédéric PILLOT, Michel RODRIGUE, Olivier ROMAC, Grzegorz ROSIŃSKI, Piotr ROSIŃSKI, Thierry SÉGUR, Olivier SOUILLÉ, Philippe ZYTKA.

International authors – Alex BELL, Sigridour Hagalin BJÖRNSDOTTIR, Peter BRETT, Anders FAGER, Mark HENWICK, Vic JAMES, S.T. JOSHI, Hildur KNÚTSDÓTTIR, Graham MASTERTON, Sam J. MILLER, Christopher PRIEST, Sofia SAMATAR, Johanna SINISALO.

French authors – Christophe ABAS, Sandrine ALEXIE, Nicolas ALLARD, Mel ANDORYSS, Jean-Pierre ANDREVON, Jacques BARBÉRI, Isabelle BAUTHIAN, Robert BELMAS, Paul BEORN, Karim BERROUKA, Georges BERTIN, Chloé BERTRAND, Pierre BORDAGE, Béatrice BOTTET, Nicolas BOUCHARD, Clément BOUHÉLIER, Charlotte BOUSQUET, Fabienne BRUGERE, David BRY, Sabrina CALVO, Nicolas CARTELET, Fabien CERUTTI, Fabien CLAVEL, Guy COSTES, Alain DAMASIO, Grégory DA ROSA, Nathalie DAU, Lionel DAVOUST, Nicolas DEBANDT, Romain DELPLANCQ, Jérôme DIDELOT, Julie de LESTRANGE, Marie-Charlotte DELMAS, Jean-Laurent DEL SOCORRO, Patrick K DEWDNEY, Romain D'HUISSIER, Victor DIXEN, Sara DOKE, Catherine DUFOUR, Jean-Claude DUNYACH, Silène EDGAR, Manon FARGETTON, Estelle FAYE, Franck FERRIC, Fabien FERNANDEZ, Élise FISCHER, Alexis FLAMAND, Célia FLAUX, Victor FLEURY, Jean-Pierre FONTANA, Isabelle FOURNIÉ, Thomas GEHA, Alison GERMAIN, Eric GIACOMETTI, Régis GODDYN, Marie-José GONAND, Alain GROUSSET, Lauric GUILLAUD, Colin HEINE, Johan HELIOT, Loïc HENRY, Ariel HOLZL, Raymond ISS, Jean-Philippe JAWORSKI, Gabriel KATZ, Florian KIEFFER, Katia LANERO ZAMORA, Gilles LAPORTE, Camille LEBOULANGER, Fabienne LELOUP, Christian LÉOURIER, Jérôme LEROY, Érik L'HOMME, Jean-Marc LIGNY, Méropée MALO, Eric MARCHAL, Jean-Luc MARCASTEL, Johanna MARINES, Jean MARIGNY, Danielle MARTINIGOL, Xavier MAUMÉJEAN, Patrick McSPARE, Hélène P. MÉRELLE, Sylvie MILLER, Vincent MONDIOT, Pierre PEVEL, Betty PICCIOLI, Stefan PLATTEAU, Jean PRUVOST, Jacques RAVENNE, Michael ROCH, Carina ROZENFELD, Éric SANVOISIN, Stéphane SERVANT, Floriane SOULAS, Charles SUZANNE, Ketty STEWARD, Rachel TANNER, Arthur TÉNOR, Philippe TESSIER, Nicolas TEXIER, Christophe THILL, Jean-François THOMAS, Jean-Christophe TIXIER, Adrien TOMAS, Jean-Michel TRUONG, Estelle VAGNER, Laurence VANIN, Cindy VAN WILDER, Claude VAUTRIN, Flore VESCO, Frédéric VINCENT, Frédérique VOLOT, Philippe WARD, Aurélie WELLENSTEIN, Georges ZARAGOZA.

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Gala Québec Cinéma 2019 : Les nominations

Irlande Côté, Émilie Pierre, Jacob Whiteduck-Lavoie. Crédit photo : Julie Caron

Adoptant une nouvelle formule cette année, où le vote du jury est pondéré 50/50 avec le vote des membres votants de l'industrie, le Gala Québec Cinéma se retrouve avec des nominations qui offrent un bel équilibre entre le cinéma populaire et d'auteur.

Ainsi, dans la catégorie Meilleur film, les 7 finalistes incluent les gros succès 1991 de Ricardo Trogi (aussi Meilleure réalisation et Meilleur scénario) et La Bolduc de François Bouvier d'une part, et les productions acclamées par la critique À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas de Yan Giroux (aussi Meilleure réalisation et Meilleur scénario), Genèse de Philippe Lesage, La grande noirceur de Maxime Giroux (aussi Meilleure réalisation), Répertoire des villes disparues de Denis Côté (aussi Meilleure réalisation), et Une colonie de Geneviève Dulude-De Celles (aussi Meilleure réalisation et Meilleur scénario).

La catégorie Meilleur scénario est complétée par deux excellents choix, Avant qu'on explose d'Éric K. Boulianne et Origami d'André Gulluni & Claude Lalonde.

Je me permets aussi de mettre en lumière ma catégorie préférée, Révélation de l'année, qui est dominée par les vedettes du brillant Une colonie, soit Émilie Bierre, Irlande Côté et Jacob Whiteduck-Lavoie, qui sont rejoints par Lévi Doré pour La chute de Sparte et Maripier Morin pour La chute de l'empire américain.

FINALISTES 2019 PAR CATÉGORIE

Les finalistes sont présenté.e.s en ordre alphabétique

MEILLEUR FILM Iris du Meilleur film

1991 - Go Films - Nicole Robert À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas - micro_scope - Luc Déry, Élaine Hébert, Kim McCraw La Bolduc - Caramel Films - Valérie d'Auteuil, André Rouleau Genèse - L'Unité centrale - Galilé Marion-Gauvin La grande noirceur - Metafilms - Sylvain Corbeil, Nancy Grant Répertoire des villes disparues - Couzin Films - Ziad Touma Une colonie - Colonelle films - Fanny Drew, Sarah Mannering

MEILLEUR PREMIER FILM Iris du Meilleur premier film

Sera annoncé lors du Gala Québec Cinéma

MEILLEURE RÉALISATION Iris de la Meilleure réalisation

Denis Côté - Répertoire des villes disparues Geneviève Dulude-De Celles - Une colonie Maxime Giroux - La grande noirceur Yan Giroux - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Ricardo Trogi - 1991

MEILLEUR SCÉNARIO Iris du Meilleur scénario

Guillaume Corbeil, Yan Giroux - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Geneviève Dulude-De Celles - Une colonie André Gulluni, Claude Lalonde - Origami Eric K. Boulianne - Avant qu'on explose Ricardo Trogi - 1991

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION FÉMININE | PREMIER RÔLE Iris de la Meilleure interprétation féminine dans un premier rôle

Josée Deschênes (Gisèle Dubé) - Répertoire des villes disparues Debbie Lynch-White (Mary Travers) - La Bolduc Brigitte Poupart (Marie-Claire Dubé) - Les salopes ou le sucre naturel de la peau Karelle Tremblay (Léo) - La disparition des lucioles Carla Turcotte (Sasha) - Sashinka

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION MASCULINE | PREMIER RÔLE Iris de la Meilleure interprétation masculine dans un premier rôle

Jean-Carl Boucher (Ricardo) - 1991 Pierre-Luc Brillant (Steve) - La disparition des lucioles Martin Dubreuil (Yves Boisvert) - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Patrick Hivon (Kevin) - Nous sommes Gold Théodore Pellerin (Guillaume) - Genèse

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION FÉMININE | RÔLE DE SOUTIEN Iris de la Meilleure interprétation féminine dans un rôle de soutien

Sandrine Bisson (Claudette) - 1991 Céline Bonnier (Dyane) - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Larissa Corriveau (Adèle) - Répertoire des villes disparues Mélissa Désormeaux-Poulin (Catherine Beauregard) - Dérive Natalia Dontcheva (Elena) - Sashinka

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION MASCULINE | RÔLE DE SOUTIEN Iris de la Meilleure interprétation masculine dans un rôle de soutien

Robin Aubert (Henri) - Une colonie Pier-Luc Funk (Maxime) - Genèse Vincent Leclerc (Jean-Claude) - La Chute de l'empire américain Alexandre Nachi (Arturo) - 1991 Henri Picard (Marc) - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas

RÉVÉLATION DE L'ANNÉE Iris de la Révélation de l'année

Émilie Bierre (Mylia) - Une colonie Irlande Côté (Camille) - Une colonie Lévi Doré (Steeve Simard) - La chute de Sparte Maripier Morin (Aspasie / Camille Lafontaine) - La Chute de l'empire américain Jacob Whiteduck-Lavoie (Jimmy) - Une colonie

MEILLEURE DISTRIBUTION DES RÔLES Iris de la Meilleure distribution des rôles

Nathalie Boutrie (Casting NB) - La chute de Sparte Ariane Castellanos - Une colonie Chloé Cinq-Mars - Dérive Denis Côté - Répertoire des villes disparues Nolwenn Daste, Fanny Rainville, Kristina Wagenbauer - Sashinka

MEILLEURE DIRECTION ARTISTIQUE Iris de la Meilleure direction artistique

Sylvain Dion, Patricia McNeil - La grande noirceur Raymond Dupuis - La Bolduc Marie-Pier Fortier - Répertoire des villes disparues Marie-Claude Gosselin - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Christian Legaré - 1991

MEILLEURE DIRECTION DE LA PHOTOGRAPHIE Iris de la Meilleure direction de la photographie

Steve Asselin - 1991 Ian Lagarde - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas François Messier-Rheault - Répertoire des villes disparues Sara Mishara - La grande noirceur Ronald Plante - La Bolduc

MEILLEUR SON Iris du Meilleur son

Mimi Allard, Sylvain Bellemare, Bernard Gariépy Strobl, Claude La Haye - Allure Claude Beaugrand, Michel B. Bordeleau, Luc Boudrias, Gilles Corbeil - La Bolduc Stéphane Bergeron, Olivier Calvert, Gilles Corbeil - La disparition des lucioles Luc Boudrias, Frédéric Cloutier, Stephen De Oliveira - La grande noirceur Sylvain Brassard, Michel Lecoufle - 1991

MEILLEUR MONTAGE Iris du Meilleur montage

Michel Arcand - La Bolduc Mathieu Bouchard-Malo - Genèse Mathieu Bouchard-Malo - La grande noirceur Elric Robichon - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Yvann Thibaudeau - 1991

MEILLEURS EFFETS VISUELS Iris des Meilleurs effets visuels

Alchimie 24 - Jean-François "Jafaz" Ferland, Marie-Claude Lafontaine - La Bolduc Fix Studio - Aurélia Abate, Delphine Lasserre, Bruno Maillard | Oblique FX - Benoît Brière, Louis-Philippe Clavet, Valérie Garcia, Étienne Rodrigue - Dans la brume Fly Studio - Jean-Pierre Boies, Jean-François Talbot - 1991

MEILLEURE MUSIQUE ORIGINALE Iris de la Meilleure musique originale

Olivier Alary - La grande noirceur Philippe B - Nous sommes Gold Frédéric Bégin - 1991 Philippe Brault - La disparition des lucioles Peter Venne - Avant qu'on explose

MEILLEURS COSTUMES Iris des Meilleurs costumes

Caroline Bodson - Répertoire des villes disparues Mariane Carter - La Bolduc Mélanie Garcia - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Anne-Karine Gauthier - 1991 Patricia McNeil - La grande noirceur

MEILLEUR MAQUILLAGE Iris du Meilleur maquillage

Audrey Bitton - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Virginie Boudreau - 1991 Nicole Lapierre - La Bolduc Léonie Lévesque-Robert - Une colonie (ex aequo) Dominique T. Hasbani - Genèse (ex aequo) Dominique T. Hasbani - Répertoire des villes disparues

MEILLEURE COIFFURE Iris de la Meilleure coiffure

Nathalie Dion - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas André Duval - La chute de Sparte Daniel Jacob - 1991 Martin Lapointe - La Bolduc Dominique T. Hasbani - Répertoire des villes disparues

MEILLEUR FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris du Meilleur film documentaire

Anote's Ark - Matthieu Rytz | EyeSteelFilm - Matthieu Rytz L'autre Rio - Émilie Beaulieu-Guérette | Colonelle films - Fanny Drew, Geneviève Dulude-De Celles, Sarah Mannering Cielo- Alison McAlpine | Errante Producciones - Paola Castillo | Second Sight Pictures - Alison McAlpine Innu Nikamu : Chanter la résistance- Kevin Bacon Hervieux | Terre Innue - Ian Boyd Pauline Julien, intime et politique - Pascale Ferland | Office national du film du Canada - Johanne Bergeron

MEILLEURE DIRECTION DE LA PHOTOGRAPHIE | FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris de la Meilleure direction de la photographie | Film documentaire

Benjamín Echazarreta - Cielo Danae Elon, Itamar Mendes Flohr - A Sister's Song Sylvestre Guidi - New Memories Alexandre Lampron - Des histoires inventées Matthieu Rytz - Anote's Ark

MEILLEUR MONTAGE | FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris du Meilleur montage | Film documentaire

Mila Aung-Thwin, Oana Suteu Khintirian - Anote's Ark Natacha Dufaux - L'autre Rio Vincent Guignard, Alexandre Leblanc - A Sister's Song Catherine Legault - Les lettres de ma mère René Roberge - Pauline Julien, intime et politique

MEILLEUR SON | FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris du Meilleur son | Film documentaire

Claude Beaugrand, Luc Boudrias, Serge Giguère - Les lettres de ma mère Bruno Bélanger, Marie-Pierre Grenier, Francisco Heron De Alencar - L'autre Rio Cyril Bourseaux, Mélanie Gauthier, Simon Léveillé, Simon Plouffe, Lynne Trépanier, Jean Paul Vialard, Shikuan Shetush Vollant - Ceux qui viendront, l'entendront Olivier Calvert, Jean Paul Vialard - Pauline Julien, intime et politique Andrés Carrasco, Miguel Hormazábal, Mauricio López, Alison McAlpine, Rodrigo Salvatierra, Carlo Sanchez Farías, Claudio Vargas - Cielo

MEILLEUR COURT MÉTRAGE | FICTION Iris du Meilleur court métrage | Fiction

Brotherhood - Meryam Joobeur | Cinétéléfilms - Habib Attia, Sarra Ben-Hassen | Meryam Joobeur | Laika Film & Television - Andreas Rocksén | Midi La Nuit - Maria Gracia Turgeon Fauve - Jérémy Comte | Midi La Nuit - Maria Gracia Turgeon | Achromatic Media - Evren Boisjoli Lunar-Orbit Rendezvous - Mélanie Charbonneau | Hutte Films - Virginie Nolin Milk - Santiago Menghini | Newton's Cradle - Max Walker Mon Boy - Sarah Pellerin | La Boîte à Fanny - Fanny-Laure Malo, Annie-Claude Quirion

MEILLEUR COURT MÉTRAGE | ANIMATION Iris du Meilleur court métrage | Animation

Bone Mother - Dale Hayward, Sylvie Trouvé | Office national du film du Canada - Jelena Popović La chambre des filles - Claire Brognez | Les Films de l'Autre - Claire Brognez Mais un oiseau ne chantait pas - Pierre Hébert | Pierre Hébert Not Your Panda - Tigris Alt Sakda | Tigris Alt Sakda Le sujet - Patrick Bouchard | Office national du film du Canada - Julie Roy

PRIX DU PUBLIC Iris Prix du public

1991 - Ricardo Trogi | Les Films Séville | Go Films - Nicole Robert La Bolduc - François Bouvier | Les Films Christal | Caramel Films - Valérie d'Auteuil, André Rouleau La Chute de l'empire américain - Denys Arcand | Les Films Séville | Cinémaginaire - Denise Robert La Course des tuques - Benoit Godbout et François Brisson | Les Films Séville | CarpeDiem Film & TV - Marie-Claude Beauchamp La disparition des lucioles - Sébastien Pilote | Les Films Séville | ACPAV - Marc Daigle, Bernadette Payeur

IRIS HOMMAGE Iris Hommage

Sera annoncé ultérieurement

FILM S'ÉTANT LE PLUS ILLUSTRÉ À L'EXTÉRIEUR DU QUÉBEC Iris du Film s'étant le plus illustré à l'extérieur du Québec

La Chute de l'empire américain - Denys Arcand | Cinémaginaire - Denise Robert Cielo - Alison McAlpine | Errante Producciones - Paola Castillo | Second Sight Pictures - Alison McAlpine La Course des tuques - Benoit Godbout et François Brisson | CarpeDiem Film & TV - Marie-Claude Beauchamp La disparition des lucioles - Sébastien Pilote | ACPAV - Marc Daigle, Bernadette Payeur Eye on Juliet - Kim Nguyen | Item 7 - Pierre Even

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