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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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"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.

And thus, the tl;dr continues:

"The island was dangerous, to say the least of it. Immediately before reaching the island we came upon fog, which concealed a maze of large, closely spaced rocks, on one of which the boat became trapped. The ship crew spent most of the following day in an attempt to free the boat from the rock. Carl, however, had his own plans: to film on the island.

"What we found there was curious: the ruins of an ancient city, on first sight, though first impressions," he says with a mirthless grin, "are often wrong. And ours were. There were natives living on that island, all hiding except for one little girl we encountered. Carl tried to give her chocolate. She refused. Violently. It was not long afterward that we learned there were other natives on the island. Natives who had surrounded us, and who we didn't initially see."

He sighed. "They didn't take to our trespassing kindly. I was rendered unconscious during the conflict so I don't know what happened beyond what Carl told me, but two men were killed--one of the ship crew members, and Carl's sound technician. We were rescued by the ship's captain and the rest of his crew.

"Later that night, they managed to free the ship from the rock, but..." He shook his head. "While on deck, I found something. A...chain of shrunken skeleton heads I had seen on one of the natives. The actress, A-Ann Darrow--I was looking for her. I didn't see her on the deck, and when I found the chain my first thought was to go looking for her in her bunker. But she wasn't there. The natives had kidnapped her."

The story sounds crazy, doesn't it? Sounds like something out of a pulp novel. And the earlier talk of giant bugs -- An ordinary person might accuse Jack of taking up science fiction.

But she's still there, listening.
And something in her face says she knows he isn't crazy.