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[try_corsets]

There seem to be a number of confused looking patrons in the bar this evening. Elizabeth is not above watching the crowd for entertainment, and so she is seated with her back to a wall and a faintly curious expression on her face. Her clothes are neat and her newly lightened hair is pulled back in a knot, but she doesn't look as if she's had a decent amount of rest in several days. The pot of tea on the table beside her elbow grows cool and low while she observes the people around her, contemplating striking up a conversation with someone new or simply waiting for an acquaintance to wander by. The latter is, for the moment, the more attractive option, which isn't to say she wouldn't welcome conversation if it comes her way.

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[queenofmay]

Narration laments that this meeting could not be under other circumstances, but such as they are a young woman, in a long proper gown and dark curls is wandering through the place with a very blank and intrigued expression on her face, stopping at nearly every table.

"Hello there. Do you know who are?"

This? Is said with a straight face, hopefully inquisitive eyes, and a hint of a smile.

[try_corsets]

"Who I am?"

Eyes dark and assessing, Elizabeth takes in first the gown, then the lovely face.

"I'm not likely to forget," she says, slightly suspicious.

[queenofmay]

Marian's eyes widened in amazement.

"Truly? You know who you are?"

The woman had just become the shining star in her sky. Her face colored quickly in enthusiasm, as question fell everywhere.

"Who are you? And do you know where we are? And why we don't?"

[try_corsets]

"I'm Elizabeth Swann," she answers, tone haughty. Of all the things currently up in the air, she's certain of that and doesn't particularly care to be challenged on the point.

And then she remembers a few problematic instances in the bar, and mellows. Her expression might even border on concern.

"Am I to presume that you truly don't know your own identity?" She blinks. "Have you eaten any chocolate recently?"

[queenofmay]

"I don't rightly think so." Marian looked thoughtful, her eyes moving,while she strained to remember.

"But I don't know either. I don't anything since I woke up. Well, save that a lot of people we ran into didn't remember either. So now I'm sort of checking with everyone trying to figure out everything. Which lead to you."

Yes, that was a smile.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Conversation - in the form of a very pretty, very happy goo girl wearing a rather attractive trenchcoat that clearly belongs to a man - has arrived.

"Hi! You're pretty."

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth blinks. And blinks again. Occasionally she is given to thinking that Milliways might be an elaborate hallucination. This is one of those moments.

She opens her mouth to speak, but it's a moment before any words come out.

"Thank you," Elizabeth manages. "And you're very... pink."

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, looks like."

Pause.

"'M Raspberry." Apparently, anyways. "You?"

[try_corsets]

Indeed, it does look like. And Elizabeth can't stop staring.

It's a good thing she's never thought very much of propriety.

"Elizabeth Swann." Her response is slow in coming. "Raspberry?

"You are not human, are you."

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Apparently not." Raz can't exactly comment on Elizabeth's staring. She's doing a fair bit of it herself. So pretty!

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Well, they have met at least once. And Wellard has heard a few things about Elizabeth- (though thankfully nothing too doomy). He was heading for the back door, a couple of books in hand, when he passes by.

Her hair is new- he does notice, but it is not something Wellard will mention noticing. But he does give Elizabeth a nod in greeting, along with a

"Good day, Miss Swann."

[try_corsets]

"And to you, Mr. Wellard."

Elizabeth is struck by the urge to keep him from passing by and quickly adds, "you've been well since Christmas, I trust?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He is easy to distract with a conversation- Wellard does stop, tucking the books under his arm.

"Quite well, thank you. Specially considering people have gotten back to normal from that... tofu stuff." He shakes his head, amused.

"And yourself?"

[try_corsets]

Both eyebrows raised, Elizabeth asks, "You knew people afflicted by it? I wasn't sure how far it spread, as I only noticed Will and James acting in a peculiar fashion. And yes, I'm very glad that was temporary."

She isn't particularly fond of discussing herself at the moment, and thus attempts to avoid the question.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Jack- Captain Sparrow was affected." Wellard smiles a bit wryly. "Things were... interesting, for a time. But yes, thankfully it was temporary, with no harm done."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

A teenage girl walks by, dazed and very confused-looking. The girl at this table looks friendly, so maybe she's someone she knows. Or maybe not.

"Hi," she says, shyly. She doesn't remember how to really strike up a conversation.

"Um...do you know what's good to eat around here?" Because Angela doesn't remember anything.

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth smiles. Many things can be said about Milliways, but let no one disparage the food in Elizabeth's presence.

"Everything is quite well prepared, I've found," she says. "What do you enjoy?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I...I'm afraid I do not remember," she says. "I was...rather hoping you'd suggest something, because I'm really quite hungry, whoever I am."

She smiles sheepishly.

[try_corsets]

"It seems to be an epidemic this evening," Elizabeth tells her. It's meant to be reassuring. "Would you care to take a seat, and perhaps we can order a few options to gauge your tastes?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Angela sits down. "I'm sorry to intrude. I'm all out of sorts, and I'm not even entirely sure where I am."

[gramarye1971]

The door that leads out to the lake opens, and Merriman steps inside. He'd been out by the Pearl a little while ago, noticing that the floating pier has been pulled up to the boat and there appear to have been preparations made to sail. He isn't quite sure what Jack is up to, but the pirate is clearly up to something.

He's a little lost in thought as he enters Milliways and heads over to the bar for a cup of tea.

He also hasn't bothered to change his clothing back, and so he is quite clearly wearing the uniform of a commodore of the Honourable East India Company.

[try_corsets]

Seated at a back table, Elizabeth doesn't notice the man's uniform until the crowd opens up to her left and reveals him standing beside the bar. Once it does, however, it's like everyone else in the room fades away, and she rises to her feet and is halfway across the room before realizing she's left her table.

The East India Company -- she's in no mood to add 'Honourable' to the name -- is here.

Torn between a cautious approach and direct confrontation, Elizabeth moves up beside him and stiffly nods a greeting.

[gramarye1971]

Merriman has just barely picked up his tea cup when he catches sight of the young lady approaching him. The look on her face is a study in schooled caution -- and it takes him a moment to realise that he is still in uniform.

So he takes a slight step backwards, giving himself enough space to return her greeting with a perfectly polite half-bow. 'Good evening, madam.'

[try_corsets]

Accepting the bow as if it is her due, Elizabeth lifts her chin and regards him steadily.

"That remains to be seen," Elizabeth replies, dropping her gaze to his uniform, "Commodore?"

She smiles thinly.

[gramarye1971]

'Merriman Lyon, of the Pridewin.'

("If it's something what's not exactly proper for a lady and a governor's daughter to be doing, you can be sure she'll be right in the thick of it.")

Jack's words come back to him, unbidden.

'At your service.'