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jadis,
kevin fawkes

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Kevin's up early and around the bar, reading - not a medical journal for once, but the copy of Gulliver's Travels Darien gave him.

There's one or two people he's keeping an eye out for, but anyone is welcome.

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mun is bored, so. . .

Jadis, tentatively looking into the Bar, spots a familiar face.

"Greetings, Kevin. Dr McCoy said I should try to walk around, so. . . do you mind if I sit?"

He looks up and smiles a greeting.

"Of course not - you shouldn't be walking far yet, but a little's good for you."

She eyes the chairs, and decidedly sits on the edge of the table. "Sorry, I don't think I should subject you to the sight of me with my knees around my ears. What are you reading?"

"A present from my brother." He holds it up for her to see the cover. "He thinks I don't read enough that isn't work-related."

"Gulliver's Travels. Is it truth or fiction?"

Forgive her nosiness. . . she's been bored. That, and distraction is good.

"Fiction. Satire, really, from the 18th century."

He's forgotten that the year will likely mean nothing to her.

"Literature is at least as worthy a subject as any other. Although perhaps less useful in real terms."

Her eyebrows quirk at the era.

"You are not from the eighteenth century, then, or you would not mention it. When are you from?"

"My brother's always been more inclined to that side of things than I have." They both have a thing for appropriate quotes for the occasion, though. "I'm from 2000."

"That would be. . . the twenty-first, then." She nods. "Yours must be a young world."

"Uh... I'm not a geologist, but relatively young, I think, yes."

"What is your sun like?"

He never really thought about that before.

"How d'you mean?"

"The sun of Charn was huge and red and cold. It was an old star. In your world, is the sun warm?"

Yes, for her this passes as idle conversation. She's not so good at small-talk . .

"Oh, I see - yeah, it's warm. And yellow."

"Then you are lucky." A thought occurrs to her. "Is there a sun here?" She's still not sure what 'the Bar at the End of the Universe' actually means.

"There's... some kind of one. And a lake and a forest."

He points at the back door.

Jadis eyes the door, but makes no move to leave. "I think I shall save that for another time."

She regards Kevin for a moment. "How would I go about obtaining something from the Bar then?"

"Just go up and ask. I don't think there's much it won't give you."

"Ask who?" Jadis has, in fact, gained the impression that one is supposed to ask the Bar itself, but is not entirely sure she's understood correctly.

"The Bar. I got new clothes from it, when I first arrived."

Jadis looks down at the rather ragged, charred and generally destroyed outfit she's been wearing since she arrived. It occurrs to her to wonder why she's arrived wearing the clothes she'd died in, but not her armour or weapons. Strange.

"I could stand to do the same, it would seem."

"It seems to be good at judging sizes. All my clothes fit, anyway."

The witch laughs openly. "It's a relief to know that I won't have to wear clothes made for people of your size."

He nods, amused. "That'd be awkward."

"Yes. Everyone would be subject to the sight of my ankles." Her lips twitch.

"Also, it's the middle of winter."

"Is it indeed." She smiles again, and this time it is not a particularly pleasant expression. "Perhaps I will take a little walk outside sooner rather than later, then."

He nods, trying not to be disturbed by that smile. "It's kind of pretty out there with the snow."

Jadis smoothes her features. "I am. . . fond of the snow. Although I am not troubled by the cold."

"I'm more used to the warm. But it's nice to look at."

"It is." She appears to think a moment. She cups her hands together, and whispers something. In the space between her hands, a few snowflakes form. She pulls her hands apart after a few moments, and the snowflakes fall, to melt on the floor. Her hands are trembling slightly and the shadows under her eyes are back.

"I had better not try that again soon."

"If it drains your strength that much, no. Not until you're completely recovered."

Jadis shrugs. "I had expected as much. Although I don't know how much of that is this place, and how much is me."

"You think the place is draining your strength?"

She shakes her head. "Not the place, no. But I have found that my magic varies from world to world. This place is - well, I'm not sure, but it seems to me it would have to be either all places, or none. So I don't know how my magic will operate here. Although it seems I will have some." She smiles. "That is a relief. I would not care to be defenceless."

Kevin nods. "Don't try to find out until you're stronger, though."

She bows her head gracefully, eyeing him through her lashes. "As you say, wise doctor." Is she teasing him? Not Possible. . .

He smiles slightly.

"Sorry."

"Oh, you're quite right. I'm. . . still adjusting."

"Understandable."

"Well," Jadis stands. "If you don't mind, I think will try my luck at the Bar. I would quite like a salad."

"Not at all. See you later."

"Once again, thankyou for your company."

(OOC: tagwrap! thanks for entertaining me *hugs*)

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