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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Prince!

Bar!

Coffee!

Apricots!

Are you excited yet!!

Yours for the next eleven hours. Have at him.

[ooc: And mun must plead slowtime for about an hour, perhaps less. Back by 1:30 pm EST]

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[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Girl on floor nearby!

No, strike that, she's getting up and coming over anyway. It's the smell of the coffee. Coffee is good. Coffee heals. Or at least, so she hopes.

(There's still blood on her face, and the bruises on her arm are coming up a treat, but - mm, she smells coffee.)

"...that smells awesome," she says, slipping into a seat a few down.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir glances.

Faramir pauses.

Faramir leaps off his chair and goes to her side. "Are you all right, lady?" he asks. "Have you seen a healer?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Hmm?" Steph looks up, startled. "Oh! -it's not my blood," she reassures him, attempting to wipe it on her sleeve. "I had an - enthusiastic - conversation."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

...

"May I ask whose blood it is?" He's still worried.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Ed's." Steph looks guilty. "I ... kind of ... I think I broke his nose, actually."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir orders a cup of coffee for the girl and sits in the stool beside her.

"Why?" he asks gently.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"He wouldn't let go." Steph indicates the hand-shaped bruise on her arm. "...I feel pretty bad about it now, though."

Faramir gave her coffee. Faramir has just made himself a LIFELONG FRIEND. Steph smiles gratefully up at him.

[badinlatin]

As his mun is bored to shit and could be knocked off at any time, she figures that now is the perfect time ever to tag a thread.

Huzzah?

Mal, on the other hand, is only coling near the bar for one purpose that Faramir could probably overhear.

"A whetstone for a switchblade, please Bar." A small block appears. "Xiexie."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Why not? :D :D :D

Faramir eyes him.

"Going hunting?"

[badinlatin]

"Wha?" Mal looks to Faramir after pulling his knife from his boot. "Oh - nope, just a lil' bit o' maintenance, y'see. Blade so fine loses a lot o' its strength 'less you keep it tuned. Wouldn't want to hunt wi' this blade anyhow; too brittle."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Ah. No, perhaps not." He sips his coffee and tilts his head at the man. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Faramir."

[badinlatin]

"Mal Reynolds. You been about here long then, Faramir? Me, I been coming here for about 10 months, 9 bar-time."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head. "About three months. Not long at all." But long enough to have learned some things. "What world do you come from?"

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

They are out of tea.

As they are out of tea, Liir feels the need to get them some more tea. Thus does he stand, give Trism's shoulder a squeeze, and head for the bar for another pot.

As he sees Faramir, he smiles.




...call Mister Guinness, folks. He smiled at a random stranger.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir has that effect on people sometimes. Even if it's not actually him.

He smiles back and murmurs a friendly "Good morning" to the stranger.

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

"Amazingly enough, I don't feel the need to contradict you."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir chuckles. "Even in the deepest darkness, a star occasionally shines." He waves to the stool beside him. "Join me, if you're not busy?" he invites.

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

He gives a lingering look to Trism, but Trism merely smiles and nods over his cup of tea. In truth, the other man really just needed a little time to digest what Liir had told him but it was always nice to think of it as being kind. Thus, a moment later, Liir nods and sits at the bar.

"Not busy, no. I haven't really been busy since I got here."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Are you usually busy when you're not here?" he asks curiously. Some people have the most interesting side-jobs...

[venusadept_2]

Well, yes, he is excited, but it has nothing to do with Faramir or his apricots.

Be that as it may, Felix is nearby.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Many people are nearby. And, like many people, should Faramir happen to catch his eye at some point, he smiles and gives a friendly nod.

But Felix totally should be excited about the apricots. They're really good apricots.

[venusadept_2]

Ah, but Felix has no way of knowing that. He can't taste them from where he is. Well, not without cheating.

He nods back. "Good morning."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Felix's honesty will likely be appreciated in his next life when the extra karma points get him reborn as a Cambodian kitchen maid rather than a mollusk.

"Good morning," Faramir replies cheerfully. "Rare though it's been lately for so many to be about so early."

[venusadept_2]

Felix has no idea what karma or Cambodia are, and only the vaguest of thoughts of mollusks.

"Ah? Do you mind if I ask why? I am Felix of Vale, a Venus Adept."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Neither does Faramir. His narration is clearly on crack this morning.

"Presumably because people sleep later than I am accustomed to," Faramir offers with a shrug. He follows with a shallow bow. "Faramir, son of Denethor, Prince of Ithilien. An honor to meet you, though I confess I do not understand your title. What is a Venus Adept?"