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[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine has a bracelet. It's about thirty years younger than she is, but (so is he) she can't stop admiring it.

You should admire it too.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Mun wonders: does Jack know that Satine is old enough to be his mother? If he does, he doesn't care.

So, look, there's the man who bought her that bracelet, who's admiring the wearer more than the bracelet. He's a dude, he can't help it.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Does it count if she's ded of cough before he's born?

She catches his eye and curls around her seat, stretching and not really yawning. "Mmm, good morning."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

The possibility of their not being from the same universe also proves problematic.

Jack, the-man-who-is-young-enough-to-be-Satine's-son, leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"You look like you need some coffee."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Mun will not quote "Come What May," as it's OW TRUE LOVE WRONG. But. No mountain/river/etc/etc.

Funny how a strech can turn into a hug. "I would love that. With plenty of cream and sugar."

It's probably not actually morning. What's more likely is that she just woke up from a nap. Mmm, sleeping on your own schedule. Mun dreams of such luxury.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

The nearest waitrat is soon shooed off with a mission to get coffee. Meanwhile, Jack sits next to her.

"If it's morning, maybe you should eat breakfast."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"That sounds lovely." After a quick conference with another waitrat, Jack and Satine are soon presented with a platter of strawberries and cream. Satine gives him a Look. "Care to share a bite?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Of course."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

She dips one plump, lopsided red fruit into the bowl of cream and holds it out. "Open up."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Which he does, obediently, leaning over so she doesn't have to stretch so much to get the strawberry in.

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

There's a noise of interest from nearby, combined with an, "Ooo. Pretty."

It may just be coming from the floating skull. He's eyeing Satine, not the bracelet.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

There's another noise from near the floating skull, which sounds remarkably like a shriek and a chair clattering to the floor as Satine jumps to her feet.

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

The skull takes in the reaction with a roll of his eyes.

"You do know you're served by rats here, right?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Rats are charming. And they don't sneak up on me!"

She studies the floating skull. "There wasn't anything slipped into my breakfast this morning, was there?" I mean, she's friends with Toulouse Lautrec. She's not quite like a virgin in that respect.

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

Morte looks downward. "Oh, wait, I seem to have misplaced my feet, and my ability to make footsteps."

"And I can be charming." He clears his throat (or makes the appropriate noise, anyway).

"How fare thee, sweet lady, my name..uh, be Morte. Of Sigil."

He bobs himself in what a bow would be, if you had no body.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

...you know, he kind of is. Charming.

She curtsies, grinning (it only seems appropriate, vis-a-vis a skull). "I'm faring quite well, M. de Sigil. My name is Satine. Of gay Paris."

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

"Wherever that is, I'm betting they don't have the floating undead?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Not on the whole, though we can throw magnificent parties. Have you ever been to a Carnivale?"

[song_tra_bong]

It is a lovely bracelet, and these two haven't talked in ever so long.

"That's gorgeous." Mary Anne was on her way by, but the bracelet is enough to stop her in her tracks. Just because she's got a weapons fetish doesn't mean she can't appreciate exquisite jewelry.

"Did you get that here?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

[[*pounceglomps!* Hey you!]]

Satine's already smiling when she looks up. "No! It was a gift. I picked it out, though. At Tiffany's. In New York. In 1933."

Oh, she's so giddy. Lookit that.

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: *glomps back* Heeeey!]

New York. 1933. She has heard these things in conjunction before.

A slow grin winds its way across her face. "Sooo, I take it Jack found someone to open the door for him?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Her own face lights up. "Oh! You know Jack too?" Hopefully not quite as well. *territorial*

"Yes! It was his friend Carl Denham. Jack was going on and on about how strange and insufferable he is, but I found him quite charming." Whether she will when the rocks come out, well... that's to be seen.

[song_tra_bong]

"We've met once. He was trying to figure out a way to get back to New York so he could show you around."

She smiles. "I mentioned getting someone else to open the door for him, but I didn't realize he had a friend here from his own time. That definitely made things easier."

She knows him no where near as well--she has not made out in a dressing room with him. Although she did hugpounce him the first time she saw him, but her excuse is she only saw him from behind and she thought it was Raven.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Haven't you heard? Carl's putting on a theatrical extravaganza here at Milliways! It will be nice to have something to do again."

[song_tra_bong]

"Really?"

Because somehow, through the fortuitious combination of Fate and the business of her mun, Mary Anne has been no where near the rocks currently rolling around the bar.

"Sounds like it'll be quite the thing to see. Does the production have a title yet?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"It's Shakespeare. Twelfth Night. But he's adding in songs and dances to make it more... appealing. He hasn't told me my part yet, though I'm certain he liked my audition."

A real actress, on a real stage, with a real audience. Well, one out of three isn't bad, and as for the other two, you take what you can get here in the Bar.