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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

You know those people who only appear when you least want them? They're gone for ages and then wham-bam back again?




Dworkin is sipping wine, sitting at the Observation Window, watching the destruction outside.

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[binaried.livejournal.com]

Merlin wanders over, noting that the stranger has appropriated the most comfortable spot for himself. However, said seat-stealer appears to be a frail old man. He'll let it pass.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Says the man who sat there for hours in the very recent past and watched.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Well you're just used to chaotic things, aren't you?"

Dworkin doesn't so much as look over.

[binaried.livejournal.com]

"Fair point."

He's quite content to stand there, hands in his jeans pockets, and share such a breathtaking event with someone who will appreciate it.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

Some time later, Dworkin holds out his empty glass to Merlin. He looks up at him with a sharp, odd expression.

"If you would be so kind?"

[binaried.livejournal.com]

What? Merlin regards Dworkin for a long moment, before he decides to hold his tongue. He plucks the container away as gently as he can.

"What would you like?"

[will_scarlett]

Will has just gotten some mulled wine, Kate is asleep again and he's trying to not worry too much and gives a deep bow to the older man.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

Dworkin watches, and nods his head, barely perceptible.

"Do I know you? Have I met you yet?"

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, sir, just bein' polite was all."

Also Will was taught that you should be polite to those older then you, and it certainly holds true in Milliways though they're not always so obviously older.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Well, now I have."

That's sorted out.

"Have you introduced yourself yet?"

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, sir, I'm Will Scarlett o'Nottingham."

Will takes a long drink of wine that does help, its been a long day.

[greatestgenius.livejournal.com]

Washuu's doing a rudimentary system scan from her holographic display. It can't really match the scan she'd get from subspace, but with the paranoia gained from recent conversations, she won't be heading back to the lab just yet.

Her hover cushion and console might be in Dworkin's line of sight; she likes to work by the window. Ask her to move, and she might.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"You're a poppy," observes Dworkin.

"Good gracious. Good afternoon."

[greatestgenius.livejournal.com]

"Poppy?" That's a new one on the scientist. "A flower from Earth that has soporific properties?"

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," says Dworkin, with nearly teenaged scorn.

"I'm Dworkin."

[greatestgenius.livejournal.com]

"I'm Washuu, the greatest scientific genius in the universe." With a couple of keystrokes on her console she disables the puppets usually triggered by that phrase.

"Are you quite sane?"

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

"It's an impressive sight, isn't it?" John idly remarked, and then more to himself, he added, "If a troubling one."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Troubling?"

With scorn.

"This dog has no teeth."

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

"The display I mean... I'm sorry? How do you mean by that?" John blinked and peered at him curiously.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"It tells you that this place ends. All things end. There should be no fear."

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, but it's not time for some things to end. Not yet." Thinking of what he had to stop back home. Stopping Stillson so that vision of Washington in flames never happens.

[song_tra_bong]

When she catches sight of him, Mary Anne smiles, small and pleased.

"It's nice to see you again."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Mary Anne."

He reaches out his hands to her and laughs.

[song_tra_bong]

She folds both of her hands around his, grinning.

"Staying out of trouble?"

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"No."

He grins.

"Family. Blood. Wars."

[song_tra_bong]

"So I hear," she says.

"Much more interesting than out of trouble. Although I hear you've given the family a fright; your grandson told me you might be dead."