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[balletrat]

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the back corner of the bar, with a cup of coffee and a history book she is really making an earnest effort to attend to. To see the region of the door from this particular booth, one would have to crane one's neck and lean out to stare around all the other booths, not to mention the various people in-between.

The positioning is deliberate.

Glancing in the direction of the door every other minute is, Meg feels, a habit of which she should break herself as quickly as possible.

. . . so far, she's not being terribly successful.

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[kitchen_maid]

"Hello, Meg," says Amy, a little tiredly, but cheerfully enough. "How are you?"

[balletrat]

*Hearing Amy, Meg glances up, with small, tired smile.*

Pas mal - better than I was, definitely.

*A little sheepishly:* Sorry to dump all over you the other day -

[kitchen_maid]

Amy waves a hand dismissively. "That's what friends are for, after all. Some day I shall dump all over you, no doubt. But I'm glad you're feeling better. And is this just coffee tonight?" She grins and peers at it curiously.

[balletrat]

Just coffee, *Meg confirms, seriously.*

I've got a rule - I get to be drunk once per catastrophe. After that, it's back to sobriety.

[kitchen_maid]

"I think that's a very good rule," says Amy, who has never been drunk in her life.

"How are your scratches?"

[creator_raven]

It is possible a distraction will help.

Raven is very good at that.

There is a muffled thump nearby, possibly on the other side of the booth, and then Raven tilts her head.

"Meg. It has been some time, I think."

[balletrat]

*Distractions are definitely a good thing, as far as Meg is concerned.

Meg closes her book quickly, glancing up.*

Salut, Raven - ca va? You're right, I haven't seen you in a while -

[creator_raven]

Raven grins, wrinkling her nose.

"You are lucky, perhaps, that I am not in the habit of being invisible, yes?"

[balletrat]

. . . yes, *Meg agrees, a little amused,* not least because that would be kind of creepy.

[creator_raven]

She snorts.

"Only because people are silly, perhaps."

[beautiful_ann]

On one of those glances, she might notice a confused looking tiny-blonde-cute woman, headed vaguely in her direction.

She pratically screams "Newbie."

[balletrat]

*A small, rueful smile crosses Meg's face, as she catches a glimpse of the tiny-blonde-confused woman ambling about.

Newbies are really easy to spot.*

Need help?

[beautiful_ann]

"Ah, I think so -- I mean, I sincerely doubt Manny let the boys start a speakeasy in the makeup room, which means I'm rather lost."

Slightly desperate smile.

[balletrat]

*A flash of interest crosses Meg's face.*

Oh - are you in the theater? *she asks, curiously, and then stops, with a quick grin.*

- sorry, you probably want to know where you are before getting the personal questions - this is Milliways. Bar at the end of the universe - it's sort of confusing, but it tends to pull people here sort of randomly, so the best way is just to smile and nod until you get used to it.

[beautiful_ann]

"Vaudeville, actually--"

Her eyebrows go up. "Uh. Bar at the end of the universe? So I've just been -- pulled here?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Did you find out more about the Opera House?" Asks Svava, sitting down across from Meg and the book.

[balletrat]

Oh - well, I'm thinking maybe if I actually read the book, I will, *Meg says, a little wryly, glancing down at the text.*

'course, the trouble is, I'm not very good at reading for long periods of time, so it's - not as, er, engrossing a thing to do as I'd figured it would be.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava nods, watching her quietly.

"Specially if your mind is busy on other things. Is something amiss, Meg?" She blinks.

[balletrat]

*A small shrug, and a quick rueful grin.*

I - last week was kind of a long week.

*By dint of great effort, Meg does not crane her neck to glance at the door after this.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

".... How so?" Svava bites her lip, worried.

[jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com]

She might, at some point, notice this particular man. He's new, though he doesn't show it as much as some, as he's used to finding himself in new situations.

[balletrat]

*Well, his head does certainly reflect the light enough to catch the eye.

Meg - eager for distraction - gives him a curious glance, as he passes by.*

[jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com]

Ah, the curses of genetics and good lighting.

Noting the glance, he offers Meg a nod and a "Good evening."

[balletrat]

Salut, *Meg says, amiably, and tilts her head.* Don't think I've seen you here before - new?

[jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com]

"Indeed I am. Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise, from 2371."