milliways_bar | (no subject)

"Yeah...She's dead here, and slightly less mad. Though I'm pretty sure she hasn't killed anybody."

(Even if Mary Anne did give her a knife, lalalala...)

Of course, if you take out 'horrible Scottish,' that's could be a description of Mary Anne.

"And there might be other people from Shakespeare running around, but she's the only one I've met."

...what Satine doesn't know can't hurt her. Right?

"Oh." Beat. "How very odd." She pauses again. "I should be worried if her husband were here as well. Any play that's such bad luck to perform can't have good in store for the rest of us."

Right.

"When last I spoke to her, there's been no sign of her husband. So we'll avoid the Scottish play for now."

She props her chin on her hand. "So. Tell me about New York. I've never been, not even in my time, and I'm terribly curious."

"New York was incredible. I've never seen anything like it. Of course, they're in the middle of some very hard times, but that didn't really interfere too much. The technology has come so far since 1899! There were trains above the street and automobiles everywhere and Mary Anne, you've never seen so many electric lights."

This is a Big Deal, the electricity. Zidler would pop a cork if he saw it all at once.

"It sounds amazing."

She grins. "I'm going to see if I can't get an invitation from somebody. I've run into a few New Yorkers from different times, so it shouldn't be too hard."

She probably hasn't seen so many lights, given that her experience is limited to a small town in Ohio and the Vietnam jungle. The city would be almost overwhelming by comparison, though in a good way.

If she knew Mary Anne better, she'd offer to ask Jack to ask Carl if he'd do it again. Instead, she smiles.

"Bar is very considerate about providing you with the proper look for blending in. It's very strange, though, being in a completely different world like that. I won't pretend I wouldn't go back if I had the chance, though. There's so much to see."

Ah, well. She'll figure something out. Whenever Julian shows his face again, she could bug him to take her. Provided that didn't screw further with his personal space issues.

"What all did you do, aside from get stunning bits of jewelry?"

"Oh, lots of things. The bracelet is from Tiffany's, which I've heard all about but of course, this way my first time there. It's supposed to be the finest jeweler's in the world. I could almost believe it, though patriotism requires me to be remain a Cartier girl at heart.

"Before that, we went to Macy's, and..." Nearly got thrown out for indecent public behavior? "Tried on a few dresses." A little grin to herself. "And Jack took me to visit one of his friend's theaters, where they were having rehearsals. He also took me to the most delightful little Indian restaurant, which was wonderful because it's my favorite cuisine. And then we went to the cinema, which was just breathtaking. I could hardly believe how good the talkies look!"

She doesn't mention the part where she nearly coughed up a lung. It puts a bit of a tint on all the rest of the adventure.

"Sounds like quite the day."

The coughing thing is negligable, really.

"You two planning on going back again, or just enjoying each other's company here?"

There is no Leer, there is no Subtext. It's damn near out of character.

"I suppose it all depends on however the fancy strikes us." Her expression is almost -- no, shamelessly impish as she says it. "We're both Bound, so the practical thing to say would be the latter. Still, we've both got friends, and the Bar, well -- she does supply."

"That she does."

Small smirk. "As vexing as it is not to be able to leave, between Bar and the endless array of company, one could keep occupied for some time."

"I do feel quite comfortable here, with all the bustle and fray. If you're bored, it's more than certainly your own fault."

"Especially when we have in-house musical productions. You have a love for theatre, then? Are you an actress back home?"

"Oh, I love the theatre. I live and breathe it. I'm not yet an actress, not really, but I'm going to be, and in the meantime I get very good billing."

Grin. Smirk. Little quick wink.

Small answering grin. "Good luck to you...or break a leg, if that's more appropriate. I'm sure you'll be quite the success--not that you aren't already."

"Already am, yes. I headline at the Moulin Rouge in Paris. But thank you."

Among other things, she headlines, anyway.

"What is it you do?"

"I..."

She runs a hand through her hair. "I'm a soldier, after a fashion."

It's admittedly the short version of her story. For some people, it's enough. Not that she isn't prepared to go further.

"With your looks? I'm amazed you're not in my business.

"What are you fighting for?"

[[Ook, must fall over and die. Not of TB, just sleeplessness. Slowtime?]]

[ooc: yay for lack of TB. yeah, this one has work to finish...Slowtime is love. Catch you later, darling. ♥]