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milliways_bar2004-10-21 03:08 pm
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*It's been a hell of a week.
Marion had been in hiding for the past few days and she's grown damned tired of it. The modest apartment that she keeps in Chicago had been broken into five days ago and she still has no clue as to who or why or what. Her belongings were strewn about, drawers emptied, pottery and ceramics smashed. As far as she could tell, nothing was taken. Then again, Marion never was the best housekeeper. She was an ambitious woman, but organization was not one of her finer qualities.
Ever since she had returned home that day to find her apartment in ruins, Marion had been hopping from hotel to hotel paying for rooms in cash. She isn't stupid; someone is obviously after something they think she has. The last time that happened, her entire bar in Patan had gotten burnt down, no thanks to Jones. She'd also almost taken a hot poker to the eye. Well, Marion wasn't about to stand around and invite big baddies to burn her or do something worse. She was going to lay low until she figured out what was so damned important that people were breaking into her things.
Laying low, however, didn't mean that she couldn't go out and have a whiskey when she really needed one.
And right now, she really needed one.
Marion opens the door to her favourite bar, only to find that she's in Milliways once again.*
Oh hell. Not again.
*She spies Jones across the way.*
Well, this just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?
*Resigned, she heads on over to where he's seated.*
Marion had been in hiding for the past few days and she's grown damned tired of it. The modest apartment that she keeps in Chicago had been broken into five days ago and she still has no clue as to who or why or what. Her belongings were strewn about, drawers emptied, pottery and ceramics smashed. As far as she could tell, nothing was taken. Then again, Marion never was the best housekeeper. She was an ambitious woman, but organization was not one of her finer qualities.
Ever since she had returned home that day to find her apartment in ruins, Marion had been hopping from hotel to hotel paying for rooms in cash. She isn't stupid; someone is obviously after something they think she has. The last time that happened, her entire bar in Patan had gotten burnt down, no thanks to Jones. She'd also almost taken a hot poker to the eye. Well, Marion wasn't about to stand around and invite big baddies to burn her or do something worse. She was going to lay low until she figured out what was so damned important that people were breaking into her things.
Laying low, however, didn't mean that she couldn't go out and have a whiskey when she really needed one.
And right now, she really needed one.
Marion opens the door to her favourite bar, only to find that she's in Milliways once again.*
Oh hell. Not again.
*She spies Jones across the way.*
Well, this just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?
*Resigned, she heads on over to where he's seated.*