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[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Raspberry is outside, sitting on a rock. It's a very nice rock. She's got a jug of wine from somewhere. (It reminds her of Héctor Barbossa.) No glasses, but she'll be delighted to share. If you're cute enough there might even be Jell-O shots!

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[silentson.livejournal.com]

And there is a bright eyed, bushy haired blond man of young twenties or so, happily exploring this wonderful place. He glances up at Ras as he passes, and then stops, his eyes wide in surprise. He offers her a wave of hello.

True he's seen odder, but not this specific type of being.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Raz smiles brightly back. "Hiya, cutie. What's up?"

For the record, Joe qualifies for Jell-O shot territory, should he be so inclined.

[silentson.livejournal.com]

He might actually, but it could be hard to get around to it. Joe is mute, you see, and as such, some things can be hard to get across. He glances skywards, then back down at her and shrugs. Not really that much, just trying to find new things.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

She raises her eyebrows and shrugs back. She's down with the not talking. Very gestural, this one. (Though she doesn't speak sign.) Still, the flirtatious smirk gets her point across pretty well. So too the inviting tip of her head and pat of a hand on the rock beside her. It's almost like she said 'You're hot. Come sit with me.'

[silentson.livejournal.com]

Okay, that does get a slight bit of a blush from Joe. But, he does indeed hop up beside her on the rock, smiling widely. He spreads a hand out to scenery, and the kisses the tip of his fingers. Isn't it beautiful?

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Shrug. Grin. Infinitesmal nod in Joe's direction, accompanied by a wink. You're more interesting right now.

[silentson.livejournal.com]

A faint bit more red. He taps his chest, then makes a J out of his fingers. He adds the rest in sign for Jericho, but the J is generally the recognised part. And then he taps his chin and moves his hand towards her Thank you.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill has wandered away from the party and finds Raz sitting on a rock. He gives a half hearted smile and wave at her. "Hi."

He has a beer bottle in his other hand and his name tag now reads 'I AM: Jim? Mal? Hot BILL'

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" She peers at his nametag. "...Jim Mal Hot Bill. Well, I'll agree with the 'hot' part."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He smiles a little more sincerely and then shrugs, "My name's Bill, apparantly. How'er you?"

Bill himself looks a little worse for wear. He's got a nice bruise on his jaw line, his nose looks swollen and there is a noticable limp as he comes closer.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"I'm good, babe. Fuck, did somebody beat you up or somethin'?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I won." He says, he really doesn't look like he did but Luz lost conciousness so that makes Bill the winner. "I guess. Can I sit?"

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Hell yeah, babe, go ahead." She blows him a kiss, eyes twinkling.

[guppy_sandhu]

She is watched by someone who doesn't remember her, and who is sitting morosely by a nearby tree.


He's trying to work out if she's a life sized living jelly baby sweet.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Some would answer 'yes' to that question.

But it's a moot point for the moment, as Raz shows no signs of stirring.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hello." Guppy says after a while, not wanting to be rude.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Huh? Oh!" Raz smiles brilliantly, by which we mean in a literally sparkling manner. (Sunlight and translucency will do that for you.) "Hey cutie, what's up?"

[guppy_sandhu]

She gets a grin out of him for that. So she may look a little odd, who cares. He just got called cutie by a girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just wondering if we knew each other before the memory thing. You're kinda distinctive and I've been trying to jog my memory."

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"I got hit by the memory thing too, so no idea. Hope I did though, you're quite the babe."

[watchmakers_son]

He's explored the building as thoroughly as he can. Now, Gabriel's moved outside to the grounds; it's warmer than he expected, and as he hooks his foot against the door's edge to ease it shut without slamming, he absently starts to roll up his sleeves to just below his elbows.

When he glances up and sees (hears) Raz, he freezes.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Raz doesn't notice yet. Too caught up in sunning herself and drinking wine from the bottle like a barbarian.

For the record, should she notice, Jell-O shots will be in the offing.

[watchmakers_son]

She's not human.

He can't register anything past this at first, not even the fact that ordinary sight would point to the exact same thing: she isn't human. Alive, but -- he's begun to learn that he can trust what he sees and hears when he looks at people, too, and she looks like nothing he's --

Gabriel can't even fully tell what he's hearing. He just knows that it's different.

It's unnerving enough that his fingers have tightened by a fraction into the fabric of his sleeves. He still hasn't moved.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Raz blinks a few times, getting that odd feeling that happens to people when they're under close observation.

"Hey there," she says genially when her questing gaze finally turns in Gabriel's direction. "Whatcha lookin' at, babe?"

[watchmakers_son]

Gabriel blinks. It's enough to shift his own gaze back into focus.

Unfortunately, what he sees is no less disconcerting.

"What are you?" he asks, bewildered.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Cheerfully, "Not a clue. I know I'm made of Jell-O, but it sure looks like there ain't any other Jell-O around that walks and talks."