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[blue_ajah]

Despite recent events, time does continue to pass and the Wheel to weave. Moiraine still fully intends to see to Ace's well-being and to the matter of the White Rider both-- but there are other matters that require her attention, as well.

All things are part of the Pattern, and it is the Pattern itself that will be examined tonight-- by another, on her behalf, and not without great risk inherent in the process.

As a result, when the Aes Sedai glides into the bar, she is seeking any of several people.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

This is one of them. Arithon s'Ffalenn, dressed for possibly passing out. He comes to her, and murmurs a quiet greeting.

[blue_ajah]

"Arithon." Her tone is serene, but her dark-eyed gaze on him is sharp and assessing.

"How are matters with you?" Moiraine gestures to a seat.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"They are prepared, Lady."

He says in return, settling into the seat,

"I am yours to command."

[blue_ajah]

"Are you prepared, as well?"

She tilts her head as she watches him.

"I am not unaware of the risk."

[md_donighal]

Sometime after the discussion with Arithon, there's a man in a gray suit inna bar. He spots the blue-clad figure and makes something of a beeline for her. "Moiraine Sedai." He bows respectfully. "It's been a while."

[blue_ajah]

"Michael," she replies, inclining her head to him in return. "It has been quite some time indeed. How are matters with you?"

[md_donighal]

"Reasonably well, I'd say." He beams slightly. "I have a boyfriend now, though his duties don't allow him time to come here." Actually, it's alec_troven's OC status that prevents him coming inna bar, but his work with the PPC seems to me a legitimate excuse.
He turns serious. "And I've just agreed to help one Ray Stantz in his battle against some of his world's secret masters. But that's not likely to start until he's finished recovering from what they did to him, so if you happen to have anything brewing that needs my special touch... I'm always available." He performs a rather fancy bow.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone's been cautious about coming downstairs, lest she come across any of the numerous people she'd prefer not to see.

It is, perhaps, only her luck that the very moment she's sat down with coffee is the moment that the woman from the other night appears.

Antigone's shoulders tense.

Serpentine taught her a long time ago that hiding only makes you more noticeable; so she stays where she is and hopes that Moiraine will pass her by.

[blue_ajah]

Hope is a valuable thing, but it does not necessarily prevent certain matters from taking place.

As soon as Moiraine notices the girl, her eyes narrow and she glides towards her.

"I do not believe that I learned your name, before."

The expectation is clear.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone straightens, narrowing her eyes right back.

"I didn't learn yours."

[tibetanmethod]

Is Dale Cooper one of them?

He's at the bar with a cup of coffee, smiling.

Every day give yourself a present; this is a fine present.

[blue_ajah]

A serene smile curves her lips in answer as she notices him.

"Dale. Good evening."

[tibetanmethod]

"Moiraine." Happily. "How's life?"

[young_tmriddle]

"Hullo, Moiraine. I'm so pleased you came last night. Your gown was quite fetching. I don't think I've ever seen you in anything but blue."

[blue_ajah]

"Thank you," she says dryly.

Very dryly.

"It was obtained, after a fashion, in London."

[young_tmriddle]

"Oh really? When were you in London?"

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Probably not this person though he knows some of recent events. Giles was also in the bar, poring over some textbooks, and had a tea service by him.

[blue_ajah]

An apparent scholar with an affection for tea is the sort of person that draws a second glance from the Aes Sedai, along with a small, serene smile.

She studies him for a moment, then glides toward his table.

"Good evening."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles glanced up, briefly startled from his research.

"Hmm? Oh good evening, madam," He got up to offer her a chair, "Would you like to sit?"

[silver-flecks.livejournal.com]

She is given a stern look.

The blue one didn't try to find him!

He forgives her, anyway, mind you, but still.

Stern look, as he settles at her feet.

[blue_ajah]

The rustle of tiny feathers and the feel of something nestling against her foot draws her attention quickly.

Moiraine stares in rather a great deal of visible surprise.

"Milton?"

[silver-flecks.livejournal.com]

It is possible the look is now a little reproachful.

He also has the strange urge to ribbit at her, but he is surpressing it.

There had better not be another tiny peacock around, though, that is conveyed very clearly. He would be upset if he'd been replaced.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Look, there's an Ace, a few hours later, all the the bright shiny joy from getting her brother back a tad bit trampled.

Actually, she looks a bit spooked.

Rather a lot spooked. In a 'I'm trying for calmness here but damn if it isn't taking a lot' sort of way.

"Moiraine?"

[blue_ajah]

"Ace," she says, looking up with a small smile of anticipation. "You have heard, then--"

As she spots the other woman, her expression changes instantly.

"What has happened?" She scans the bar, looking for signs of threat.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"It's alright, really, nothing bad. I don't think. Well, I don't know, but nothin' really bad. Pretty sure. Just." She stops babbling for a moment to offer a shaky, twitchy sort of embarassed grin. "It's daft. After so many people have been in my head muckin' about, y'd think I'd be... used t'it. Or sommat. But. He was drunk, he didn't mean anything by it. Tryin' t'help, really. I think. Just... could y'check? I don't want t'go mad again. Don't wanna get locked up. Not now."