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[river_meimei]

Once again, River heads straight from the front door to the hallway that leads to the Security office. It's a long while before she reappears. There was a tension to her body, a faint troubled frown on her face, a stressed and wary watchfulness in her gaze; all of that is still there, undiminished.

She heads for the far wall of the bar, where she climbs rapidly from bench to table to booth back and settles into the rafters.

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[e_delmar]

Ennis isn't in the rafters. In fact, he can't even see her in the rafters. He is sitting comfortably, though, and he has a grin on his face, for once.

[river_meimei]

River is watching him.

And most of the bar.

But also him.

The grin makes her face lighten a little, for a moment.

[e_delmar]

One day again, they will both be in a good mood. One day. He stretches out, putting his head back and spots the girl.

[river_meimei]

Here's hoping.

River's gaze roams across the room, over tables and bartop and the flickering fire, and settles for a moment on Ennis.

[e_delmar]

His head stays back, trying to catch her eyes.

"You okay up there?"

[jack_f_twist]

Might be there's a cowboy looking up at her, bewildered, and wondering if maybe he hadn't had only just two beers so far tonight.

"Hey, darlin'," he offers, after a moment. "Uh...what're you doin'?"

[river_meimei]

River glances down at him.

After a moment, she says, "I'm sitting down."

[jack_f_twist]

"Can't be that comfortable," he says, sensibly. "I know bats like rafters, but seems sort a strange for a little girl like you to be up there. Ain't a bat, now, are ya?"

[river_meimei]

The looks she's giving him flattens out a little.

"Human," she informs him.

With the air of someone who has had to tell people this many, many times.

[jack_f_twist]

"C'n see that," he says, unruffled, and pays for another beer from the Bar.

"You doin' alright up there?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

And Mordred, maybe from the ether of time between tick and tock, had been watching her. Seeing her in the rafters, he fades into view and walks over.

"Your crew okay?"

[river_meimei]

River glances at him.

Not friendly. Not unfriendly. Mostly closed, and subdued.

"In the cages."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He nods, pulling out his lighter and cigarette.

"Aye, I know, River." River, no nicknames, just her's. He's not really in the mood.

[river_meimei]

River looks down across the room, focusing on something in the air just above the bartop.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Good view?" A soldier to a scout.

[silver_flecks]

Feet are swinging.

They're even attached to a body. Or something that looks enough like one for government work.

She's making a something.

[river_meimei]

River's eyes flick to her, and stay there.

[silver_flecks]

It's not right, fingers

jerking

in sockets, wrenching, too far down and too far up, and joints just aren't supposed to be optional things, and flexibility shouldn't go in every direction imaginable all the way around.

It's not right, but it's soothing, almost, at the same time as she

knitesbeadsweavescrochetspaintsscrews

and glances at River sideways.

"I always hated fairy tales."

[river_meimei]

River's shoulders are tight and hunched, watching the work, and her face twists; it's with an effort that she jerks her eyes up to Del's greenbluesilvergreenblue eyes.

She breathes in, and out.

"There are thorns."

[silver_flecks]

"There are roses, too."

She doesn't say it like she's pointing out a bright spot.

You take a scream. You put it through a blender, and mix it with just enough lemon juice that it turns green, and you let it dry. That's step number 1,504,345.

Make sure you don't leave it in the juice too long, or it'll make you vomit up chunks of stomach.

That tends to leave a bad taste in your mouth.

"The funny paper things are awesome. Not always funny. But I like the dots."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

After she was done looking over the notices (http://community.livejournal.com/ways_office/114126.html?thread=3878350#t3878350), Svava slipped back out of the Office, and set up watch at a table nearby. Later, River exits-

And soon Svava is heading over.

[river_meimei]

River is currently watching the wall behind Bar with great attention.

After a minute, though, she glances at Svava. Or in her general direction, anyway.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava tilts her head, quietly watching her for a moment.

"They will be out soon. Enough people do break that rule-"

(Lysaer turning just in time to take the metal serving tray straight to his face-)

"-that they don't hold people in for long."

[river_meimei]

Low, "Rules and prices."

River looks down, sharply.

"I know."

The set of her shoulders has eased a fraction, though.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Still a pain." Svava mutters. "Having to wait if they do something here, when you know what they're like- you've seen it, and can see it in them." She takes a deep breath, and lets it out.

"Still doesn't mean we can't watch, though."