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A tall blonde woman in blue scrubs walks stiffly into the bar. A rather pink and retro key chain dangles from her hand.
Like all newbies, she's confused.
[ ooc: also, please not to be confusing her with Angua. They Look Nothing Alike™ ]
Like all newbies, she's confused.
[ ooc: also, please not to be confusing her with Angua. They Look Nothing Alike™ ]
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Susan, on the other hand, just nods. "Welcome to the Milliways Bar. I'm Susan Sto Helit, granddaughter of Death, the universe is ending over that way, and the Bar can order you a drink if you like."
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Well.
"That's one hell of an introduction."
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...perhaps she was feeling the afteraffects of the drugs they had her doped up on for four years. Or perhaps this was the afteraffect of trauama. Whatever it is, she hopes she snaps out of it soon.
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Because she clamors for Preston to tag Kiddo.
There's a John Preston, with a Bokken, heading past the door on his way to the outside.
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He twirled the bokken with the air of an expert, "A Practice sword. I was thinking of going out to spar. Bar doesn't take too kindly to weaponry, so I leave my Katana at home."
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She still might.
Beatrix folds her arms, presses her lips together and taps her bare foot softly against the floor. She has no idea what to make of a place at the end of the universe, where she can waltz in wearing nothing but ER scrubs and no shoes. And where she's just run into someone who owns a Katana.
"Impressive," she says at last.
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"You must be new." His voice is gentle.
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"...no." Preston's thinking he might not be getting any practice in today, "It's-" He twitches, "This is a bar. so to speak."
Beat.
"And not a hotel bar either-although there-um-well-"
Flail preston flail.
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"Cat got your tongue?"
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"Cats cannot get tongues unless the tongue is a part of the Cat's Prey."
Librian logic.
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Beat.
"I assume you've heard of a 'figure of speech'."
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Yeah, it's weird.
She's not the most social being in the bar, but she does have a streak of pity for the newly-arrived, so she leaves her fettucini and glides towards the blonde. "New here, sugar?"
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