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[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Sitting at the bar sipping a coke and wearing a long, loose skirt and a peasant blouse with sandals, with her dark hair done up in Princess Leia cinnamon rolls, is Inari Raith. Open in front of her is a large hardback book about Feng Shui and her eyes flicker as she scans the pages. Every now and then she lifts a hand and turns the page.

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[fighting_mad]

Plourr, standing beside the woman for the moment to order a refill on her ale, tosses her a sidelong, slightly amused look. "Those went out years ago," she says, with nary a helpful hint as to what she's talking about. "Even I know that."

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Inari blinks up from her book and looks at the other woman. She looks down at her clothes and then back up at her.

"I'm sorry, what went out years ago?"

[fighting_mad]

"The Princess Leia things." She motions around her own ears.

To be fair, Plourr isn't exactly fashion-forward when it comes to hair.

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

One hand goes up and touches a bun.

"I hadn't realised they where ever in," she says with a small grin.

"I just like this style because it keeps my hair out of the way. Looks kinda cool too."

[fighting_mad]

"You couldn't go anywhere without running into some woman's obnoxious bun for a while, back when the Princess was wearing them," she says with a bit of an eyeroll.

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

"I didn't realise. I'm not old enough to know I guess. The films were way before my time. You not a fan of them then?"

While she speaks, she unpins the bun and starts unrolling it, running her fingers through her hair to seperate the strands. Then she starts on the second one.

[fighting_mad]

She gets a 'wtf' look. "What films, all the documentary-holos they did?"

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

She frowns and shakes her head, pausing in the middle of unraveling the second bun.

"No... the movies by George Lucas. A New Hope, Return of the Jedi and... um... I can never remember the name of the other one."

[fighting_mad]

A longer pause, this one still more confused. "Where are you from?"

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes grabs a stool at the bar and orders a meat and cheese plate. No bread this time, as one of the diet books she'd read said to avoid it.

She looks over at the other woman nosily, crooking her head to the side to read the title of her book.

"Is that a magic book?" she asks.

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Inari looks up from the books and over at the plump woman.

"Um... no. Feng Shui. I can't do magic."

She takes a sip of her coke.

[agnes_nitt]

"It sounds like some kind of foreign magic style. What is it really, though?"

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

"It's... well it's a Chinese practice. You rearrange things- furniture, plants, stuff like that- to change the flow of energy in a home. It's supposed to change your luck if you do it right."

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes looks confused.

"Like moving the chair a little bit to the left so that if you're lucky, you don't trip over it in the dark? Someone needed to write a whole book on that?"

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

"Um... no," she says, frowning and shaking her head. "Not like that. Like, you have a wealth corner, which controls money. If you have negative things in that corner, you have negative energy and won't be getting as much as you potentialy could be. If you take all the negative things away and put in harmonious objects, the energy changes, and it could lead to an increase in your incommings.

Thats the simple way of explaining it anyway. It's pretty complicated to be honest."



[ooc: apologies! for anything I get wrong about Feng Shui.]

[agnes_nitt]

"So it is kind of like magic, then. Only instead of doing spells to get things, you just rearrange your furniture in a certain way?"

Agnes wonders if there's also a 'make Granny be nicer to me' corner.

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

She frowns.

"Well, I guess some people think of it like that..."

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Valentine, approaching the bar with a view to acquiring some form of sustenance, peers over her shoulder at the book. Yeah, he's rude.

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Inari turns her head slowly to look at him, frowning a little.

"Hi. Can I help you with something?"

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Valentine smiles a trifle shame-facedly.

"My apologies, my dear. That was most discorteous of me."

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

She relants and smiles at him.

"It's okay. Did you want something?"

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

"Food, as it happens," he says, and pets the smooth wooden top of the bar. "Bar, dearest, a light meal, if wouldst be so kind? Thou knowst my tastes."

Shortly, a light salad - light by Val's standards, anyway. Fairly heavy by anoyone else's, considering it features quails eggs, and salmon, and pie.

"I am Valentine di Verona," with a polite and elegant bow.

"Who do I have the honour of adressing?"

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

She can't help but laugh a little at his old fasioned speech paterns.

"I'm Inari Raith," she says offering him a slender, pale hand.

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Val would be affronted if he knew why she was laughing. As it is, he thinks it's rather sweet, and bends over her hand, brushing it lightly with his lips.

"Your servant, my lady."

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

A faint blush spreads over her cheeks and she gently takes her hand back.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Valentine."