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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

At some point this morning, a little six-year-old sneaks out of the infirmary, where she decided to sleep last night.

She's in the same outfit as yesterday, and her hair could use a good brushing and being pulled back again, but she's cheerfully sitting on a barstool eating chocolate chip pancakes and drinking chocolate milk.

She's only here for one more day, folks, chat with her while you can!


[ooc: Once again, we have Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe, better known to Bar patrons as April Cornwell. She's gonna be leaving sometime tonight, before grown-up April comes back from her trip, so tag before she leaves! Slowtimes are love if you can't thread now and just want a placeholder. ^_^]

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

And at a table, there's a man with a camera. He's filming people. And really, he looks extremely innocent. Whoops?

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Eventually, she does have to finish her yummies. And when she does, she looks around for someone interesting.

Cameras are interesting!

She slips off the bar stool and moves in front of the camera and strikes a pose. Yes, she is a bit of a ham.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

The blonde man behind the camera grins. And starts to narrate.

Well, dear viewers, we seem to have come across a true camera lover here. Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger your name, my dear.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

He gets a big (and vaguely familiar) grin.

"My name is Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe," she declares proudly. "And this place is in my closet. Like Narnia! And you can call me Rilla, 'cause the other name's really long, and everybody calls me Rilla anyway, even though it's not really my name. And I'm six and three quarters and I'm going to be in the first grade!"

She felt the need to make sure he knows exactly who he's talking to.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mark knows that grin. And he almost dropps his camera. Fucking Milliways. He grins right back, however, and shuts off the camera. "Want to know a secret, Rilla? It's in my bathroom." He pauses. "You like Narnia, then?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Mazel tov, Marky, you're the only one who's recognized it. Granted, she's only talked to two other people she knows well, but still.

She giggles a little. "So you come here instead of going to the bathroom?" Hey, she devours chapter books like candy. She's not gonna still say 'potty'.

There is nodding. "Uh-huh. And Mr. Archie said that Lucy and the White Witch come here sometimes, and that he got to go there! That's so ace, I wish I could go. What's your name?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes. My roommate thinks I'm nuts." Especially when the bathroom door opens and Roger can smell beer instead of shampoo. "I went to another world once, and got to film the wedding of the king and queen." He beams. "They were all blue. And they could talk to you inside your head." He pauses. "Oh, I'm Mark."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Megan is sitting on Liam's knee, a little further down the Bar, but starts trying to wriggle down as soon as she spots the older girl. And her chocolate pancakes.

Since it's not far, and he can keep an eye on her the whole time, Liam sets her down and lets her go over.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Rilla catches sight of Megan and brightens considerably. She hasn't seen any other kids so far, and while she's met a lot of nice and fun grown-ups, they're still grown-ups. Except for Toki and Miniver - they're just friends.

"H'lo," she says around a mouthful of pancake. Then she swallows. Bad manners. "Hello."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Megan chirps back. "I Megan."

Liam taught her to introduce herself, but she's not quite up to grammar yet.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Rilla has something to feel grown-up about, then. Other than the age difference.

"I'm Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe. You can call me Rilla. And I'm six and three quarters years old." She's so proud of the 'three quarters' - Mr. Adrian taught her how to count quarters yesterday.

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"Rilla", Megan repeats dutifully and carefully. "I... three."

She looks proud of herself.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"You're pretty little. But that's okay. Do you want to share my pancakes?"

It's a generous gesture, and she's proud of herself for being so nice to the little kid.

[sweepergirl.livejournal.com]

It's fairly common knowledge that street urchins don't associate with princesses, unless its one of those romantic fairytales that ends in "happily ever after". But Nisha's never heard any fairytales.

"Those look really good," she comments, eyeing the pancakes. "What are they?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

It's also slightly less common knowledge that Rilla's a princess like Sarah Crewe was (without the whole boarding school debacle), and therefore has no problem associating with the lower classes.

"They're chocolate chip pancakes, silly," Rilla giggles. "Do you want some? You can get anything you want by magic, you know."

[sweepergirl.livejournal.com]

Nisha nods. "I know; Bar's really cool that way, isn't she?"

"My name's Nisha. What's yours?" Because its totally impolite to hold a conversation and not introduce yourself, no matter what your social standing is.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"I'm Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe," she says airly.

Then she giggles. "Only not really. I'm just Rilla."

[sweepergirl.livejournal.com]

"That's a pretty name," Nisha observes. She remembers when she used to pretend that she was a princess, and dream that her royal parents would find her in the market and take her home to their palace.

"So, are those chocolate chip cake-thingys any good?" Poor Nisha; she's been so deprived.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. They're my very very favorite. You can share with me if you like."

So giving.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Princess!"

And there's Monk, still in uniform, smiling brightly at the little girl.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She brightens.

"Hi, Mr. Adrian!" Blink. Blink. "Are you a policeman?"

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"I," he beams, "am a detective. And now I work here!"

GLEE!

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Wow, really? What do you do?"

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"I protect people."

Beam!

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"That's very important. Like a bodyguard? You can be my royal guard if you want."

Grin beam regal.