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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel is in a booth.

It's hard to say if she's been there all night, or if she went up to her room at some point, and has merely already come downstairs.

At some point, she'll go looking for coffee.

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[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

*peers* I know you. Don't I? Panties girl, right?

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She looks up, more than a little bit surprised and nonplussed.

"... Aubrey?"

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

She grins over her glass. It may be early, but it is never to early for alcohol. Never! "Knew it. Kestrel, yeah?"

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I... had no idea you'd ever been to Milliways... um... when is it, for you, by the way?"

She sits up a little, but still looks roughly like hell warmed over.

This may or may not mean she looks like she has a hangover.

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"Uh." She peers at her watch. "...9:30?" Obviously, she is far too sober. Or drunk. ...HAHAHAHA, no. Sober. "You look like crap." Ah, Aubrey. Always so tactful.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I... I've had a bad couple of days. But I mean... what day is it? What's the date?"

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"Alcohol and nicotine and porn can solve all problems. Together, they are the Triumvate of pleasure. You should give in." Her brow furrows. "...December? Maybe? Or November. Hell, it can even be January. Or April." She's horribly generous that way.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She sighs, and leans back in the booth a little.

"Nah, don't smoke... you want a seat? 'm gonna get some coffee in a minute."

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"Sure." She flops down happily. "Caffiene is also good and acceptable." Grins. "So what've you been up to?"

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nothing much... turning invisible, breaking hearts, making friends... the usual, you know? Gimme a second, I'll be right back."

She heads over to Richard (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1784870.html), who's just shown up, and gets some coffee, in this continuity bringing it back and offering a cup to Aubrey.

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

Her eyes light up as she takes the cup. "Invisible? Invisible porn! You can only hear it, not see it. Appeal to the shy types...We could make a fortune..."

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She winces.

"... yeah... although unless you've got a better special effects budget, nobody's going to believe you don't just have people faking it off-camera, Aubrey."

See Kestrel.

See Kestrel pretend she's fine.

... she's actually doing a decent job of it, too.

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"People will pay money for anything." She studies Kestrel for a moment before her expression shifts. "So. What's wrong?"

[macleod_connor]

Connor spots the woman who matches the description left on the sign on the board the night before... or, he's pretty sure she matches it. He walks over to say 'hi'...

"Morning. You wouldn't happen to be Kestrel?" he asks with a hint of a smile - which is as bright and cheery as he gets most days.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Oh... yeah, I am, hi...?"

She starts awake from where she's been dozing slightly as her mun is in a computer class.

[macleod_connor]

"I didn't mean to wake you. I'm Connor." He extends a hand - the one not currently holding a cup of tea.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She blinks, and reaches out to shake his hand. "Connor...? Right, sorry, no, it's fine, I just... didn't get a lot of sleep last night. But yeah, I'm Kestrel..."

[macleod_connor]

"I've had my share of nights like that."

"Just thought I should introduce myself, so when you go looking for your instructors, you know who I am. If anyone's interested in sword fighting or just generic fencing."

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well."

She shrugs.

"That's awesome, though - I'm glad that people are expressing an interest in the idea, though. And I know I'd like to learn, if I can... are you just planning to teach those, or were there any other things you'd have an interest in?"

She sits up, and looks like she's trying to wake up more.

"For that matter, is there anything you'd like a chance to learn more about? I might start going around and actually asking people if they'd like to teach, in case they haven't seen the sign."

[macleod_connor]

He takes a seat - the fact that she's asking more questions seems like a bit of an invitation.

"Well, I also know a great deal about antique pottery, but I'm not sure how many would be interested in that."

He pauses to sip his tea.

"And, my view on history might not be what most would want to hear, but I can help in that respect as well, if needed. The sword play is my forte, though."

"As for learning - I'm sure there's something I don't know yet." And the smile reappears - a little bigger - it's still early.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She raises an eyebrow.

"Antique pottery? Any particular reason why?"

[macleod_connor]

He shrugs.

"That's what's in my shop - among other things. I'm an antique dealer. The sword fighting stuff just seemed like it would get more attention."




[ooc: mun going to lunch for an hour - will poke in after that. *g*]

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, yeah, probably... but what sort of antiquities do you have? I mean, I met a girl who works at a museum in Cairo, yesterday... it sorta has me thinking about it."


[ooc: No problem - am doing a bit of that myself right now]

[macleod_connor]

A half shrug. "A bit of this and that. Plates, vases, dishes, some jewelry. It just depends on what I find when I travel."

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Travel... that must be nice. Get away from things a little... meet new people... I mean, yeah, Milliways does that, but... it's not really the same, is it."

There's a bit of a wistful look in her eyes.

"What's your favorite place you've ever traveled, anyway?"