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After spending two hours lost into a labyrinth of shifting corridors on her way back from the ladies' restroom, Hallie is somewhat grumpy. She sighs inrelief, grabs a drink at the bar, then finds herself a table in a dark quiet corner to relax. She seems somewhat gloomy as she stares at her glass.

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He tumbles from a wobbly walk to land at her feet. His staff, still gripped painfully tight in his hand, clatters on the floor but doesn't budge from his grasp. He looks up to her with lost eyes.

"Do you know where I could find him? The Lord..the one with the chair? He had a chair...I remember a chair...a chair and it was...I...can't remember...can't remember anything right."

He paws a spot on his head where an ear once was.

"I think I need to find the Lord with the chair. Do you know where he is?"

She raises an eyebrow at the man.

"I'm sorry. I have no idea who it is you speak of. Perhaps you could give me a few more details?"

[ooc: Hi JF! ::waves::]

Apropos waves her concerns away with a movement far too large for his stability and he once more has to rely on the staff to keep him up. He leans on it again to stand, though in a rather wobbly way, before stumbling off.

"Thank you, but I don't know any more details. I don't know anything anymore, I don't think..."

Hallie is too polite, but there is something vaguely depressing about the knowledge that even at the very end of the universe, a single woman can't have a quiet drink in a bar without a drunken guy crashing her party of one.

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you much. Maybe one of the bartenders can help you?"

"Nobody can help me. There's nothing to help...I'm...nothing. I'm nothing. Mother said I had a destiny, but I don't. I'm a side character, a bit part. I'm nothing. I'm Apropos of Nothing. Nothing. Nobody can help nothing."

It's almost a chant, a mantra of insane rambling.

She gives Apropos a sympathetic look.

"Of course, you are someone. What a horrible thing for a mother to say! It's just so mean. Sometimes, parents just don't seem to get you. Don't you wish she never said anything so hurtful ever again?"

He looks at her, despite his appearance and his manner, as if she has gone insane.

"My mother? My mother never said a damn word against me, the bitch! She told me that I had a Destiny, that I was a good boy who loved her and would do her proud. Why did she say that? Why the fuck did she say something like that? Why was she so stupid? I ruin everything!"

Since she lucked out, decides to go fishing.

"What about your father?"

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