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[true_desire]

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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[true-desire.livejournal.com]

Desire seems to consider this a moment.

"... Does the ape know about the plan?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

...




"Ask Carl."

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

Nod.
Shrug.

"And how did you find Milliways? Since you know how I ended up here and all..."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"At random. I was just trying to get into my favorite bar."

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

Deisre gives Jack a sympathetic look. "Sneaks up on you, huh."

She idly fidgets with her purse again, and then sighs. "Look, Mister Driscoll. It can't be forever, right? Doesn't seem to be the way it works around here."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head. "No. It can't be."

He likes it here, truly, but he's starting to feel the slightest bit homesick. And he misses Else.

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

"Well, chin up, Jack." Desire offers him a remarkably cheery grin, sliding out of the chair and back to standing up.

"Call me an optimist, but I'm sure things'll sort themselves out soon enough -- and don't worry about your lady friend back home. It'll turn out all right."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Look at the ellipses on the wind! See how they soar! And my, how rapidly can Jack blink!

"Ih--sh--um--"

Isn't it remarkable how easily a man well versed in English can suddenly forget how to speak it?

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

And while poor Jack is processing, Desire tips him a wink and a wave, and disappears into the crowd.


Wow.
Talk about an exit line.