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It's not that Desire hasn't been visiting Milliways: Desire has.
As the Endless is so fond of reminding old friends, this is a bar: Desire never really leaves.
But maybe, just maybe, it's the first time in a long while that the Endless has been spotted moving through the crowd, reclaiming the usual booth.
Desire smirks, sets the cigarette in hand into the blue ashtray on the table and proceeds to get comfortable, shoes propped up on the bench across the way.

So.
How long has it been since you've seen Desire?

[ OOC: Pretty please! I'm attempting to get back in the swing. Ping me at milliwaysdesire before pouncing me, so I know what to expect? Thanks! - Bansh ]

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"Found her here, actually. She's in and out." She offers him a small, smirky smile that could be chalked up to putting a brave face on. "Most of my family, too. It can be nice to see them, sometimes."

"Your family? Where are you from?"

"Here and there -- Probably wouldn't even recognize the place I originally came from, to tell you the truth. Last time I was out those doors, though, it was just south of New York City."

"Ah. New Jersey, then? Or somewhere in state?"

"Yeah. Newark, specifically."

"And so you were searching for your sister there."

"She's always got something happening in Newark, seems like." She shrugs, idly fidgeting with a cigarette case in her purse. "Found the right door to go through, and there you go. Milliways."

"I thought it a little strange she hadn't told me about the place, but she said it -- comes here to unwind."

"What does she do?"

Desire grins, lets her head drop so she's looking at the table. "I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

Bar at the end of the universe--not to say anything of his canon--makes Jack very receptive to weird things.

"Okay." She takes a deep breath, watching Jack warily: Whatever sign or signal she's looking for -- well, it's not certain she's seen it or not, but she's clearly decided.

"She's Death."

Blink.

Blinkety blink blink.

...that explains the "Desire," at least, and the cold, queasy feeling he has in his stomach.

"Like...the Grim Reaper?"

"Heh! She's not so grim. She's got a sense of humor and a heck of a collection of floppy hats. But, yeah. Essentially."

"I...s-see," he says distractedly. "I'm s-sure she's a nice l-lady."

Tch. Another one broken?

Desire sighs at Jack, picking up her purse and putting the items she's fidgeted out away. "You don't believe me."

"I do, I just...it hurts my head."

"Sorry?" Desire offers him a rather apologetic-looking grin.

"My head...just...the concept of death existing as an actual person..." He shakes his head. "I guess if I can meet Antigone I can meet representations of Desire and Death."

A nervous grin, though an honest attempt at being light.

She laughs, quietly, her head ducking again. "Yeah. It's something to wrap your mind around, isn't it?"

"Milliways is kind of one of those 'anything can happen' places."

"So is my world, apparently," he says, leaning forward and pushing his hand through his hair.

Desire tilts her head, looking at him. "Tell me about it?"

A wry grin.

"I've recently discovered that dinosaurs, giant bugs and huge gorillas exist in my world."

Her eyebrows raise.
Sounds a bit like the younger sister's doing, not that she's going to tell that to Jack.

"Before you think I'm crazy, let me explain: I have a friend named Carl Denham. He's a filmmaker. You might have seen his name attached to a musical rehersal taking place here." A grimace. "He found a map to an uncharted island named Skull Island and got it into his head that he'd shoot a picture there. He hired me to write the script, though he never paid me upfront. When he tried pitching the idea to the producers they weren't pleased. In fact, they scrapped the picture, stopped financing it. Carl managed to get away before they could catch him: with a boat he had rented with their money, a crew he had hired, an actress he had picked off the streets, and me."

Desire listens to Jack start his story.
She's not nodding -- after all, that could look like she was humoring him, which she isn't.

She doesn't think he's crazy.
Of course, she's not going to interrupt him to tell him that.