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[shelley_winters]

[OOM: Ishamael releases Shelley for a few days, but not before taking precautions.]

Shelley had really wanted, first of all, to collapse onto her bed and cry with both relief and the knowledge that she has to go back when she stepped through the portal and it closed behind her. But that would have been a waste of good free time - time in which she's actually free, she thinks bitterly. So she simply takes a few minutes to change into a more normal top, before running quietly down the stairs into the main bar.

After a brief thought, she stops off at the bar before going straight to Antar, ordering a large glass of wine. She has the distinct need to be drunk, and Antarian alcohol is weak even by her standards.

She'll be here a while before going through to Antar, if anyone wants a chat. Or, you know, to ask her why she's drinking so earnestly.

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[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

Random - Lyrae - Annabel - the girl whose name is Dent notices the motion, and notices the mark, just slightly.

From behind Shelley.

She'd come up, see, to be there in person.

But she doesn't react to it, really.

Broken. Strange little broken Severed lost girl with no time and no place and that isn't anybody's fault or anybody's problem.

[shelley_winters]

I don't think you're broken, says Shelley.

Not completely, anyway. You're still there, after all.

The wine doesn't hold so much appeal any more. She rests the base of the glass lightly on her knee.

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

Always was. Always hoped for, never wanted. Hope is everything. Reality isn't important.

She twirls her hair about, half-smiling.

You're missed.

[shelley_winters]

Hope. Nice to have. Reality would be nicer.

Shelley bites her lip. She's not smiling.

I'm back now.

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

Reality doesn't suit my mother.

Random doesn't really ever smile entirely.

You can speak, I do not mind, if it's easier for you.

[shelley_winters]

It doesn't suit a lot of people. And this is fine, I've had practise with it.

She tilts her head dryly down at the floor.

Also, I think I would look very silly talking to someone when I'm not sure where they are.

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

She pokes Shelley in the shoulder.

I have a quiet approach.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley jumps, and looks over her shoulder.

...You certainly do.

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

Don't mean to be frightening.

This is a teasing innocent face.

See, even she can be nice, sometimes.

[shelley_winters]

No, and the mental voice is exceedingly dry. Of course you don't.

Shelley pauses, but why not, after all? She lightly taps the bar surface.

Want anything?