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[poisonwine]

Belle is, once again, in Bar. She has a multitude of shopping bags around her feet, and a thoughtful look on her face.

There are certain people she is looking for. But other than that, she's just enjoying her coffee.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Hey, so," Atton doesn't look as chirpy as he normally is. He looks downright tired, if you judge by the bags under his eyes and the paleness. "Your world is crazy-weird, right?"

[poisonwine]

"Yeah. Why?"

She hadn't bought him a present, because she didn't know what he would want. But she does wave for a waitrat to get him a drink.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"What do you know about Force and/or supernaturally induced dreams? And pianos? How easily do mirrors break? Is it feasible for the image in a mirror to be difficult to see, despite the mirror being clean? Would you stuff loads of works of art into a very thin corridor?"

[poisonwine]

"De Force is fake dere, made up as some kinda allegory or whatever. Supernatural dreams are often warnin's, or planted by a telepath. Pianos. . .have strings. Mirrors break pretty easy, 'n' tend t' be easy t' see t'rough, though there are some who think that, no matter what, they always lie. And no, not unless I had a lot of insurance on it. Hi Atton, how y' been?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Bound and stressed and I'm hating it and I had a weird dream - Hey, how're you?" Beat. "Maybe I should write all this stuff down. With diagrams. I had flimsi, where did I put it?"

[poisonwine]

"Good. I have telekinesis now, 'n' I traveled wit' my boyfriend while he was a girl. Apparently dere were some kinda evil Altoids."

She thinks for a minute, about everything Atton's told her, and everything she knows. "So, um, y' were evil f'r a bit."

Well, there are worse ways to put it.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I was a girl for a while. That got old, quick," Atton looks up at the next thing she says, arching an eyebrow. "Yeah. It's a good thing the only person you're likely to tell is Guppy, who already knows. Problem?"

[poisonwine]

"Not really. Jes' wonderin' why, honestly. Not like I c'n t'row stones."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Lots of reasons, prime amongst them being that I'd been driven insane a little while before."

[themerlin]

Merlin smiled as she saw her and hurried across the distance between them, eyes aglow with that familiar golden glow, all Merlin's. Her voice when she spoke was pure silk.

Merlin's smile was warm as she came up to Belle.

"Milady Belle! How are you? Fair greeting, dear friend."

[poisonwine]

Belle blinked. But there was something about the woman, and the way she talked. . . "Merlin?"

[themerlin]

Merlin's smile was warm as she swept a bow that no other could do, and bounced back to her feet.

"Indeed, milady. Time has passed muchly for me, and there have been a few... changes."


Humor lit her eyes and smile, and filled her voice.

[poisonwine]

Belle chuckled. "I'd noticed. Y' beautiful, ma amie. Join me f'r a drink? I've had a long coupla months, too."

[themerlin]

Merlin's smile is wistful.

"Twould be my pleasure, dear lady. And for me, I am afraid it has been years. Are you well? What occurred to thee?"

[poisonwine]

"I'm fine. A lil shaken, truthfully."

She wanders over to Bar, and is presented with the bottle of wine Merlin had left to her, and two glasses. "Should drink firs' I t'in'."

Years. Wow. Poor Merlin.

[themerlin]

Merlin raises her eyebrows and nods, taking a glass and opens the wine, pouring for both.

"To old friends, and new beginnings?"

[poisonwine]

"Oui." She nods, tilting her glass toward Merlin with a broad smile. Her mind reaches out, a friendly, warm presence, joy at seeing Merlin again being the most prominent emotion.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Do some shoppin'?" Mouse asks, sort of sidling around Belladonna and taking a seat next to her. "Looks like y'bought half a sector with ya. How're ya doin', sugar?"

[poisonwine]

Belle turns and smiles. "Dey're presents from my vacation. How y' been?"

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Havin' some trouble gettin' my record cleared with the Guardian Collective," Mouse says bitterly. "But otherwise fine. Ray'n I visited my mother. She approves, an' I don't think he'd mind her bein' his mother-in-law. If it comes t'that," she adds quickly.

[poisonwine]

"Dat's always good." Belle says with a wide grin. "Still talk t' my father-in-law, even dough my marriage melted down."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, speakin' o' that, I asked Ray about his parents, an' he got all nervous all of a sudden," Mouse says. She looks pensive for a few moments, then shrugs. "Aw, I'll let him have a breather after meetin' Ma b'fore I bring that up again."

[poisonwine]

"I lucked out, I guess. My parents have kinda known each other f'r deir whole lives."

It just hadn't been a very friendly thing at the beginning.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Well, mine an' his didn't live in th'same system," Mouse says. "Not even th'same cluster. An' from what Ray tells me, his folks are kinda upright citizens. He ain't said anythin', but I know he thinks I won't go over with 'em too well."

[poisonwine]

Belle chuckles. "Lucked out again. My father-in-law knew from de get go I ain't an unright citizen."

He just hadn't anticipated she'd spend so much time horizontal with his son.