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Sally is planning a wedding tonight as she walks back into Milliways. Ladden down with lists and books, she squeeks pleasantly when she finds herself in a different yet familiar place.

She takes a seat at a table and sets out all of her things carefully.

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She walks over to her

"Hello"

Sally looks up and grins. "Hello! Would you like to sit?"

Ginny nods as she sits

"Sure I'm Ginny"

"I'm Sally, nice to meet you!" Sally pushes her things to the side and turns to face Ginny better.

"So, have you been to Milliways before?"

She nods

"I have.. almost two years I think. What about your self?"

She runs her eyes over this woman she looked like she's been though a war or something

"At least a year, I think. I left for a little while a few months ago." Sally bobs her head happily, blissfully unaware of the eyeing.

She smiles then

"That is good. I've never been bound my self have you?"

"I was, last time, but this time I'm not. I'm planning my wedding!" The last sentence, of course, is considerably higher pitched then the first.

Because, well, GLEE.

She smiles and giggles almost a squeal Girls like weddings

"REally.. that is so Exciting"

"It is! And I'm marrying Jack Skellington, so it's all very exciting and... well,"

Her head bows. "He's the Pumpkin King, you see." Her voice is soft, her eyes downcast and shining.

She nods as she looks at her

"Wow thats good.. And exciting.. is he around the bar also?"

"No, he's back home. He'd like to come here, though. We just haven't found a door that we can both go through together. I always seem to find myself here when I'm walking alone."

Which makes her sad to her core. There are so many people she would like to introduce Jack too.

[ooc: its ok no worries and wrapping works]

she nods "ohh Well maybe you will find one eventully that you both can come here in"

"I hope so. Oh, would you like to help me decide on something? I can't decide if I want the colors for the wedding to be red and grey or red and black."

"I think that REd and Black are more dramatic if you ask me"

[ok will do and thanks its been fun you too}

Well, ain't she even more patched up than he his.

He wonders what the hell her deal is.

"Hey. What the hell happened to you?"

Sally blinks up at Mugen a few times before she answers. "I'm a ragdoll. Why?" Her head tilts just so, and she motions to an empty seat.

"Would you like to sit?"

Yeah, he'd like to sit and he does; the chair's out and he's lowering himself onto it back to front before she even invites him.

"Uh... what the hell's a ragdoll?"

She don't quite look real. Almost like one of them zombie bitches or something. Still, she's kinda cute.

And ENGAGED, Mister! So hands off, unless you want to incur the wrath of the Pumpkin King.

Sally thinks a moment, again, before answering. "Well, it's like a doll, but made of rags. Um, would you like to see me take my stitches out?"

There was an incident- she has to remember to ask first, now.

"Rags. No shit?"

Better than some chick made of greed, or one that wants to kill him. "I ain't never heard of no one made of rags before." He couldn't quit staring at her if he wanted, he guesses.

"You want to take your stitches off, I ain't gonna complain none, sister." This could be good; he settles in for the show.

Mugen's a weirdo, but Sally's not getting that.

She proceeds to unstitch her arm from her body, right up just past the elbow.

It falls softly to the floor and then clambers over to her. She picks it up and places it on the table.

What the...

When the arm walks back over to her, he jumps back out of his chair.

That ain't right.

"Shit."

Jayne Cobb had nearly that same exact reaction. Except Sally doesn't remember him cussing. But Mugen doesn't get that held against him. Mostly because Sally's in a REALLY good mood.

"I'm sorry." She quickly sews herself back together. "I'm very sorry... um. What is your name?"

"Mugen."

He's still staring at her damn arm: that was fucked up.

"Just Mugen."

"Nice to meet you, Just! I'm Sally." She puts out her hand to shake, but quickly pulls back.

"Sorry."

"Ha. No, not Just. It's Mugen. My name's Mugen." Real curious, his eyes follow her hand and when she pulls it back he shrugs, but he gives her a little bow. That's how they greet each other where he's from.

But other people here, they do the handshake thing and he ain't too old to learn a few new tricks, so he holds out his hand for her. "I ain't afraid of your hand or nothin'. I ain't afraid of nothin'. C'mon. I'll arm-wrestle you for it."

He laughs. "Just kidding." Really, if he wants her hand that bad he's got a katana. But he tries not to cut off peoples' arms unless they really piss him off.

It'd probably just slap him in the face if he did anyway.

Sally laughs softly, but still, she peers at him quizzically.

"I'm sorry. Nice to meet you, Mugen." She bows (she's seen that gesture too) and gives him her hand (not literally, of course).

She don't feel real and he almost pulls back, but just like he told her, he ain't afraid of nothin'. He just shakes her hand, glad when it don't come off in his.

"Sally. I ain't never met a ragdoll before." That ain't so surprising, though: he grew up alone on an island full of prisoners. Maybe there was someone took care of him when he was a little shit, but it ain't like he remembers if they did. So far as he knows, he's always been on his own.

He's good with that.

"Where you from, Sally?" Shit, there's pirates here and wizards and chicks wearing yellow shit and bitches in the lake and ain't none of 'em from Japan like he is, and if he could read he'd probably know enough to know he ought to wonder where the hell they're all from and why they're here and how they got here, but his world view's a little smaller than that.

Okay, a lot smaller. When the only way you got to get anyplace is your own damn feet, the whole concept of getting out more is a little bit limited.

He ain't even seen much of Japan.

"Halloween Town. And I'm the only ragdoll, at least, the only one I've ever met. And where are you from?"

"Lately? Nagasaki. Japan."

Just in case she don't know where Nagasaki is any more'n he knows where Halloween Town is. "But I was born in the Ryukyus, way south."

Seems kind of redundant to say they're islands. As far as he knows -- which ain't far -- all of Japan's islands anyhow.

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