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[river_meimei]

River likes the rafters.

You get a good view, for one thing.

It's quiet, for another. As quiet as anything ever is, for River.

That's a nice thing sometimes.

She was out with Boukephalos earlier, and her hands and skirt still smell of horses and sweet hay, but right now she's crosslegged at the join of two beams, staring sometimes downward and sometimes out at nothing or up at the ceiling planks above her head.

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[second_sighted]

It is entirely possible that Benny has never run into horses before.

This may explain why he's looking up into the rafters, tail wagging as he barks very excitedly.

It's a good smell!

Jordan, meanwhile, has her hands over her ears, scowling at her dog.

"Benny. Be quiet!"

[river_meimei]

River leans over, somewhat precariously, to regard the dog with tilted head.

"Everybody can hear," she says to him seriously.

[second_sighted]

Benny barks once more, then whines in confusion.

People are not supposed to be that high!

Jordan, meanwhile, looks up, eyes going wide.

"How did you climb up there?"

Maybe she used Sam as a step-stool. He would make a good one!

[river_meimei]

"I'm very talented," says River sagely.

"You can find the ladders."

Jordan's getting much the same look as Benny did: a softening of the face, and a very faint twist of a smile underlaying her words.

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

The quiet is also why Soujirou is in the rafters - it's the best place he found to read. He's surprised to see someone else there, though, and even more surprised to notice that she has the aura of a killer, or possibly a warrior, or both. Definitely, she has dealt in blood. Takes one to know one.

But Soujirou doesn't mind. He smiles one of his more genuine smiles, and nods politely toward the girl. He isn't sure if she wants to be disturbed.

[river_meimei]

River glances at him.

It's a long moment before she smiles back, and when she does it's tentative, more as if she's remembering how to be polite than with any kind of real cheer. But it's still there, and she doesn't look away.

--Well. Doesn't look away from his general vicinity. Her eye contact is strange; it lasts a little too long, and then her gaze slides away to focus on something by his left ear, by his right shoulder.

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

It occurs to Soujirou that the girl may be a little bit disturbed. Again, he doesn't mind, because again, it takes one to know one.

"Hello," he says quietly, so as not to disturb the peace of the rafters, "I'm Seta Soujirou." He leaves the statement open. He's introducing himself, but making no obligation for the girl to do so in return, or even respond if she doesn't wish to. He rather hopes she will, though.

[supaahiro]

Oh look.

A Hiro.

Flopped out in a sea of comicbooks, staring at the ceiling too, unfocused with his glasses off.

He's had a long day, you see. A little sore, still, but recovering from his time with his friends at Homeland Security.

He spies River; he smiles up at her briefly, but then his face goes slack again. He's --

He's been better.

[river_meimei]

River glances down after a moment, and starts, tentative and half-sad, to smile back.

That's before she flinches halfway through, one hand jerking upwards and the other tightening on a rafter.

[supaahiro]

Hiro's brows furrow, and he-- considers for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he says, face scrunching up in plain sympathy. He knows River can't help but share the hurt.

[ghost-x-present.livejournal.com]

And a floating woman in pink PJs with shiny wings floats up to the rafters and stares at River.

[river_meimei]

River blinks at her.

The logical conclusion would be that this is a hallucination; on the other hand, this is Milliways.

River settles, for the moment, for staring at her.

[ghost-x-present.livejournal.com]

"Hello, little one," said the Ghost with her usual chearfull singsong voice, "why are you up here?"

PINK!

[jacks-dead.livejournal.com]

Kyra tends to feel the same way about the rafters, which explains why she's up there now. River, when she spots her, gets a curious, amused kind of look.

"Hey."

[river_meimei]

"Yes," River says seriously.

Beat.

She looks abruptly more uncertain. "Outside," she tries.

"Hi."

[jacks-dead.livejournal.com]

... Okay.

She hit her head or something? It's kind of a long way down, and climbing around in a skirt can't be easy.

"Right," Kyra says, mostly to herself.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

The scent of horses doesn't usually come from above, so when it hits his nostrils, Wells looks up with his one remaining eye. Where-

Oh.

All right.

"Hallo, River."

[river_meimei]

It could be Boukephalos in the rafters!

...Okay, the mun just wanted to share that mental image with everyone.

"You're a pirate," River says.

It's hard to say if that's a joke or not. But the "hi" that follows it is with a definite, if small and shadowed, smile.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"I sure left enough gold, silver, and blood on that island to qualify," Wells answers back, not quite grinning but still clearly in good cheer. "Comfortable up there?"

[evil_koala_626]

There is a small blue creature scaling the wall. This place is interesting and Stitch doesn't want to miss any details. He scrambles up a few rafters away. His attentions on the crowd below at the moment, so he hasn't noticed her.

[river_meimei]

River's noticed him, though.

She's just watching, silent and motionless.

[evil_koala_626]

An ear is twitched in her general direction. A few seconds later and he's dragged his eyes away from the room and notes the girl observing him.

"h-heh-Hiiiiiiii!" Grin. People around here have been friendly enough. A few have even freaked out, which is always fun. It's put him in a sociable mood.

[iam-america.livejournal.com]

It's not that Stephen can't climb down from the rafters. He can get down any time he wants. He just happens to like it up here, is all. The view allows him to keep watch for any potential acts of sedition.

And, look, even if he couldn't, it's not like he wouldn't have an excuse. He is, after all, suffering from a very grave injury. Stephen would wager that there is many a victim of a fractured left wrist who would be unable to climb up here one-handed, let alone climb back down.

But this is beside the point, as Stephen is most assuredly not stuck.

[river_meimei]

[OOC: Oh lord I just noticed this. And I love you forever. *giggling madly*]

"I can find a ladder," River informs him kindly.

[iam-america.livejournal.com]

"W-what?" Stephen starts at the sound of her voice. This is not a good thing for a person to do at his present distance from the ground, and results in several seconds of undignified flailing and grabbing at the beam beneath him in an attempt to regain his balance.

When this is achieved, he turns in the direction of the voice's source. He's looking a little white in the face, but he still manages to muster up a decent glare. "What are you, trying to kill me?!"