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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is down in the bar, with her mp3 player, her head bobbing along with the music, some mid-21st century neo-punk or something.

Or the Grateful Dead.

Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.

As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.

She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.

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[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Burger. Fries. Coke.

Clearly she needs a Steph. To relieve her of the burdens of these things. Steph hasn't seen anyone eating a burger and fries for aaages.



...there's an innocent-looking girl perched on the table suddenly. And by 'innocent' we mean 'definitely plotting something nefarious.'

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angie blinks.

What. The. Fuck.

She pops the earbuds out of her ears. "Um. Hi," she says.

She's unsure of the etiquette for such a situation.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Hi! I'm Steph!" It should be illegal for anyone to have this much energy. "I haven't seen you around much, but I've been totally meaning to come talk to you, 'cos I've hardly met any other girls my age. Are you dead too? And can I steal some fries?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Steph...I'm Angela." She smiles, a little awkwardly. "Not dead, just stuck here. And yeah, fries are totally stealable."

Really, this girl was like...a super nice cheerleader. With the emphasis on "super nice". "Have you been here long? I've only been here for a few months."

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Awesome! I haven't had fries for ages, I'm trying to eat healthy, but sometimes you just gotta." Steph beams at her. "Yeah, I've been here for a while, almost a year I think, but I got stuck outside for months, couldn't get back in till a couple of weeks ago. Being stuck here's better than out there." Steph gestures crankily at the door. "'S creepy being a ghost. So, what's your story?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela shrugs. "I'm nothing special. I came here when I was a baby, and my parents are here. I went back home, and came back just a few months ago...but my parents are still like, young. So it's weird."

She munches on a fry. "Where are you from?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Gotham. I'm a Robin," Steph announces proudly. "Or, well, was. Y'know. Dead now, and all. Does your world have a Gotham, and a Batman? I met someone before who was from, like, my world, but different, that was weird."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Well, no we don't. At least I've not heard of him."

Angela is not sure if she should talk about comic books.

After all, she's heard rumors of a 24 television show on another universe...and boy that was an uncomfortable sensation...

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well, heaps of worlds don't." Steph shrugs. "'S just weird how many there are, hey." She grins. "So, your parents are here too? That must be weird for ya. God, I hope mine never show up."

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

An Algebra teacher and Dark Lord is nearby sipping tea. Those same calculating side-long glances and house slippers. She is still in her robe. The bar has no mercy.

This is not something you see too often.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is glancing around the bar when she sees the Lady Selae. She grins and pops out her earbuds and waves at her.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana gives a polite nod and a smile. Lady Kim's daughter. The bar is too crowded to try something overt.

"Good evening, Lady Angela."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I want to thank you again for the help you gave me in algebra, Lady Selae. It helped me so much."

She grins. She likes feeling as if she knows what she's doing.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A knowing calm smile as she sipped her tea. Teeth clinked down on the cup in rage. To have her isolated like this and to not be able to do anything lest she blow her cover. A sweet tone in her voice as she finishes her sip of tea.

"You are quite welcome. You are just as astute of a student as your mother."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela tilts her head inquiringly. "You teach my mother as well?"

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana nods calmly. Manipulating her mind was hard with her family interfering. It was a matter of some frustration.

"Yes, I do."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"What do you teach her?"

She knows that her mother has some weird powers at the moment, but she's not quite sure how she got them or if she had help.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is driving past when he notices the headbobbing. He slows down at first, then stops completely to watch. After a moment of sitting in silence, he snickers to himself. Humans might be strange sometimes, but at least they're amusing.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela's eyes look up from her plate and she sees a car.

Right. There.

In. The. Bar.

She's pretty sure there wasn't one there before.

"Whoa."

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Hello to you, too," he says dryly. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

A talking car, no less, which nicely explains why there's no one in the driver's seat.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"H-hi," Angela says, a little stunned. "How are you?"

It seems the appropriate thing to say when meeting a...being.

Even if the being did look like a Trans-Am.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Well enough. I've been spending most of my day trying to run over the damned rabbits and keeping an eye out for Bonnie. And that idiot woman."

His scanner flicks steadily. "And yourself?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"You're running over rabbits?" Angela snorts.

"I'm okay, I suppose, but I'm not really used to speaking to automobiles." She pauses. "I'm Angela."

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"The ones outside, yes. They like to try and eat my tires while I'm recharging sometimes." He snorts.

"I am the Knight Automated Roving Robot-KARR, if you prefer." There's more than a small note of pride in his voice.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"The rabbits here eat tires. Well, that's different. And...it's nice to meet you, KARR. How long have you been here?"