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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

The youngest of the Princes of Amber is in the bar, with absinthe. He's thinking of a sister.

Random's rocking his chair back on two legs, staring at nothing in particular.

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[visible_sariel]

Sariel hasn't claimed a seat yet. Yet, mind. Chair or no, there she is at Random's elbow or rather, close enough to talk but not close enough to crowd. Surprise?

"Hello. It's... Random? Or am I wrong?" That's a little shy, and very par for the course, if you're Sariel.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"You're not, not at all."

He looks up after a moment, grinning sudenly.

"Sariel. How've you been?"

[visible_sariel]

Ooh, she's been remembered! Cue the still slightly shy smile as Sariel turns to face Random more fully. And yes, she did snag a chair of her own somewhere in there.

"Good, I was afraid I'd got it wrong, and some people get offended if you bungle their names, you know? I've been..." pause, shrug. "Alright. You?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Just make a joke out of it and you'll do fine."

He shakes his head, consolingly.

"People here are pretty laid back about it. I'm doing alright, fair to say. Doing well."

[visible_sariel]

"Make a... I hadn't honestly thought of that." Pause. "That and I'm never certain who will take what as funny. But I'll try it. Thanks." Watch, she tries it on a surly patron and proves her own caution founded. Heh.

Random's answer gets a pleased nod. "That's good to hear. You didn't end up in... some alternate universe of your own after I last saw you, did you?" It's half humor, half real concern; hey, he mentioned it last time.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"'I'm so sorry, I have no memory whatsover for names' usually works well enough."

He pauses and shakes his head when he hears the question. Amberites don't get lost in universes. It'd be impossible to manage. All roads lead to Amber, it's just a question of orienting yourself from there.

"Things went absolutely fine, thank you. Things at home are lovely for the first time in a thousand years."

[visible_sariel]

Headtilt. "... True, that usually does. And--oh?" This's one who'd never heard of any amber that wasn't tree-related or connected up to the other bits of a woman's given name until she met Random. "I'm used to orienting myself in relation to the Terran system, or the nearest starbase or inhabited planet." Frames of reference can prove... interesting.

And then that last bit hits home. "You literally mean a thousand years, don't you?" That's just the tiniest bit dry.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Yep."

He thinks he's told her what age he is. It usually comes up. If just for amusing conversation.

"Amberite, and all. Got a good lover, though, and a little one and things are going well."

[visible_sariel]

If he hasn't, and maybe he has, allusions to it have at least come up. "That's always nice. And... that is too." Is that envy? Or just wistful hints. Maybe it's both.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver's back from Estsanatlehi's home. He hasn't been back up to his room yet, though. Not to say he has luggage or anything -- he didn't take any when he went. But he does look a bit... out of it.

It's not exactly a foreign expression to the face of a hippie, but he seems perhaps a touch more out of it than usual.

He seems o be trying to decide whether to sit at the bar or a table or a booth or go outside or not or... etc. Ultimately culminating in him standing in the middle of the floor looking a bit lost.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Miniver Cheevy."

He leans back on his chair a little further, snagging one leg around the table leg. His hand snags the back of Miniver's shirt.

"Hey there."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver gives a little squeak as he is yoinked, almost dropping the book in his hands, and turns around.

"Random." He smiles a little. "Hi."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"What's up, love?"

He's not... not himself, Random can tell.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Been away for a couple days."

He scoots around so Random doesn't have to do acrobatics to talk to him, and slips shyly into a chair. There's a quiet around him. He seems to have lost a little energy. He's a bit more worn around the edges than he was before. It's not necessarily a bad thing. At least, no worse than, say, having a cold is, relative to having a terminal disease.

"How're you?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing alright. Somewhere tiring, I take it?"

He pulls him into a seat, steering with ease.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"It was nice." Not tiring; he's just tired. "Full of life, but also very quiet. Very..." He waves his hand.

Steady, is a word. Strong. Adjectives he doesn't know. There should be a word for what a place like that is.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Peace."

He pats Miniver's shoulder. Steady. He does understand, he imagines. Like a day on the banks of a lake, like a window ledge in Amber.

"A few days, y'said?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what dress to wear to the prom."

Random sounds very sincerely distressed. He glances up at Tyler, pauses a moment, then lets a grin slip through the mask.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"You lied to me?"


Pause, and he adds,

"Pookie?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random pauses, and reaches out for the glass of scotch on the table. A very thoughtful sip, and then dissolves into snickers.

"Forgive me if I skip the make up sex?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Depends if that's a pack of those in your pocket or you're just glad to see me. Complimentary though that might be, let me bum a smoke and I'll at least let you give evidence before passing down final verdict, sugar."

Random rocks easily foreward and back on his chair, watching Tyler with the expression a cat might get when presented with a particularly interesting piece of string.