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[jeannie-genie.livejournal.com]

OOM, sometime before Christmas because Hat sucks.



Some time after the terribly handwaved OOM, Jeannie found herself sent to her bottle again-- but this time, not corked. Just to keep her out from underfoot.

Of course, a bottle, however luxuriously appointed, can get rather dull.

Luckily, there have been more interesting places in Jeannie's bottle, lately, and a bit of concentration and a blink...

And where there was nothing, there is suddenly a young and bubbly blonde genie in Milliways, smiling and pleased with herself.

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[venusadept_2]

There is, in return, a small brown Djinni on a nearby table looking at her.

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... Which is fair enough, since it doesn't look anything like the sort of djinn Jeannie is used to.

For one thing, it's not wearing a turban.

She smiles at it, vaguely, despite the urge to pat its head. It could be somebody's pet, after all, or it could be somebody. It's hard to tell.

[venusadept_2]

It nods at her. "Hello. I'm the Venus Djinni Flower."

[jeannie-genie.livejournal.com]

Clearly, patting would have been a faux pas.

"I am Jeannie. It is nice to meet you." That Aahz creature, the prevect, knew a different sort of djinni. Jeannie decides to be diplomatic and assume this is what he meant, and not suggest that the Venus Djinni Flower is funny-looking.

[venusadept_2]

Flower is, in fact, not from Aahz's dimension-cluster, nor would it be the least annoyed to be called funny-looking.

"You also. That was an unusual method of arrival."

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"I've been told so before, but it doesn't seem so very unusual here." Or at least, was such a usual sort of unusual that people just said My, that's unusual, instead of Sweet mother of God, what the hell was that!?

[venusadept_2]

"Perhaps not. On Weyard, teleporting invariably involves balls of multicolored light."

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"... I could conjure some, if you like," Jeannie offers. "But it is simpler just to blink in, or turn to smoke."

[venusadept_2]

"No need. I was simply noticing the differences."

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

Soon, there's also a raptor chick peering up at her curiously. Like her mother, Scribble is attracted to red. She tilts her head to the side, blinking. "Yeep?"

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Nothing's even human-shaped tonight-- not that Jeannie has met a single ordinary human in her time at Milliways. This one looks familiar, though. Smaller, but familiar.

"Hello. You are one of those angry dragon things, are you not?"

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"Yeepyeep!" Scribble paws at the air hopefully, on the lookout for food, per usual.

Raptor Red, though, is on the lookout for Scribble. She heads towards the chick, letting out an annoyed squawk-something she's still good at, even in human form. But when she sees Jeannie, she stops, eyeing her suspiciously. "I remember you."

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Jeannie blinks-- first at Red, and then at Scribble.

Then, given that Scribble has nice manners (she hopes), blinks at Scribble, intending to conjure something to keep the smaller dragon-creature-thingy occupied. Could be food, could be toys, could be a live chicken-- but it's something reasonably small.

"I remember you, too." Then, entirely casual to the point of deliberacy, "And how have you been? You are looking well..."

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

A live chicken it is, and Scribble is overjoyed. It's a squawky-runny thing, and it's small enough to kill on her own. Before the chicken can even have a hope of getting away, the chick tackles it with a shrill screech, and feathers fly.

"I've been eating, but that's only because I learned to eat like a human. And we can't go home, because I'll be eaten."

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"That's too bad," Jeannie agrees, sounding sympathetic enough. "By the other dragons?"

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

"Dinosaurs." She doesn't know why she knows the word-she's not sure why she knows any words, for that matter. Her best guess is that it, like human form, is all the redpinkhuman-thing's fault. "Including my family."

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"It is too bad that your family would eat people."

Jeannie would think of analogies including mongooses and snakes, but the trouble is... well, it's just not the same when your mongoose has phenomenal cosmic powers.

... Wait, wrong canon.

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

Girls popping out of thin air isn't so strange to a certain floating skull - it happens a lot in his fantasies.

He stares at Jeannie a long moment after her arrival.

To make completely sure she's not in his head, he comments, "Nice entrance."

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Jeannie stares right back, because... well, that's a floating skull.

"... Thank you?" Hopefully he is not a harbinger of... well, anything too particular.

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Morte sighs. Pretty girl or no, he's still miffed at this reaction. And he hasn't been sarcastic lately.

"Yes, I'm a talking, floating skull. You're someone that can appear in a bar at the end of the universe without using the Door. Now that we're all caught up...."

[jeannie-genie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I am sorry. Hello."

She didn't scream, at least. She's prone to that, when startled.

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

Morte replies with a much cheerier, "Thanks. Sorry, just got that reaction far too often lately.

"So," he bobs a bit closer to her, "what kind of being of magnificent, cosmic power are you, hmm?" He eyes her speculatively.

...Which doesn't mean he's checking her out. Oh no. Never. Wouldn't dream of it.

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Even if he is, she's used to that. "I am a genie," she tells him amiably enough. "And you?" Because 'floating, talking skull' can't be all of it, can it?

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

Well, if she doesn't object....

Morte eyes her a bit longer this time, up and down, finally announcing, "Ah, yes, genie. I should've recognized that.

"Me? Well, chit, I'm a mimir - a floating encyclopedia on Sigil and the Planes."

[jeannie-genie.livejournal.com]

Why would she object? It just means she's doing something right, after all. "Oh! I do not know the name, but the idea is a good one. Do you belong to a sorcerer?"