A return to the Bar...

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

Jilly's much less distressed to find herself in the Bar this time. Sure, it's still disconcerting, to say the least, but at least she knows where she is this time. And more or less how things work.

She slides onto a barstool and orders an orange pop. She's got her sketchbook with her this time, as she's just coming from the park on a nice spring day, and she thinks it might be a good idea to draw the Bar. The explosion, at least, will make good practice for chaos - and some of the patrons would do nicely in a few of her odder paintings. Not that she plans to use them, but, well, inspiration does strike at odd times, doesn't it?

So she's sipping her drink and doodling at the Bar. Interruptions will be welcome.

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[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

The pig two stools away would make an excellent model. He looks quite ordinary, as pigs go, except that he seems to confuse the fabric of reality around him. The air keeps ... twitching.

"Hello," says the Pig.

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Jilly says slowly. She's not actually sure how to draw reality that twitches, but she would certainly love to try. The fact that the pig is sitting on a stool makes the whole thing even more remarkable. "I'm Jilly."

[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

It's easier than sitting in an armchair, anyway. "People call me Chao. Nice to meet you," Chao says, in a surprisingly strong Brooklyn accent.

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

Who would have known?

"Same to you, Chao," she says. "I'm pretty much entirely new here, so if I do anything particularly gauche, do let me know. I'd hate to be breaking all the rules of etiquette, but I'm honestly not sure how to know what they are in a place like this."

[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

"So many cultures feed into this bar that there really aren't standard rules," Chao says. "I mean, usually it's a good idea to assume that anyone you don't know probably has some kind of interesting power, and attempt not to get on their bad side. Other than that, the official rules seem to be, don't get violent, no business -- which pretty much means, if you meet your worst enemy here, take it out back to the lake --, and don't have sex in the bar. All pretty self-explanatory. Has anyone bought you your first drink yet?"

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

Jilly nods. "A waitress named Valerie. She was really nice, and she told me the rules, too, but I'll admit to still feeling a little overwhelmed! It's a lot to process."

[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

"You're human, Jilly. You're not supposed to know everything all at once." Chao looks wisely down his snout at her.

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

"That," Jilly says. "Is very true. And often hard to remember."

She sounds a little rueful. "I just got out of university, you see, and every time I think I know what I need to function properly in the world something happens to remind me that I'm not even close. This week, it's Milliways. Last week, it was a glimpse of flying bicycles."

Pause.

"It's always something, isn't it?"

[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Besides, isn't your life more interesting now that you've seen flying bicycles?"

[ooc: I'm afraid I have this cold-or-flu thing that just decided to tell my brain to shut down. Slowtime or fade? So sorry, and thanks for the thread!]

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

OOC: A fade would be just fine. Feel better, and thanks to you as well!

"Much," Jilly says, laughing. "It was something I wouldn't have liked to have missed for anything."