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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

In light of the latest wave of new arrivals (Random has spotted the pattern, have you?) the King of Amber is out on a couch, doing his paperwork and whistling, ready to give directions or explanations, or just generally be normal at anyone who comes by looking new.

He has a lot of fun playing the comforting, friendly type.

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[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

Not only does this man look new, he also looks grimy. And far too enchanted by the glass of water on his table. It's going to take...well, honestly, longer than he's got before that gets old.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon," says Random pleasantly to the man, because not only is he up for conversation, but he's actively looking from a distraction from the paperwork sorts of things. Which he still hates.

[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

"Good day." Marsh says in turn, voice clipped with habitual lack of patience, although not ill temper.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I'm just guessing, but I'll hazard that you're new here."

Catching his pen between his teeth momentarily, and smiling.

"I haven't seen you before."

[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

"I am, yes. It has been a few days, but that seems to not be long in the grand scheme of things." Although Random has possibly seen a cleaner version of the face.

It's just that Marsh is coated in ash from hair to shoes. He drags his eyes up from the water and looks Random over in a very matter of fact way. "Marsh."

[justdidntseeit]

Kate probably falls into the latter category — she's been in the bar a week now, so she knows the rules. Mostly.

She's heading toward the fireplace with a cup of coffee and the Financial Times when the whistling catches her ear.

She glances toward the man and quirks an eyebrow. Paperwork can't be that fun.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Oh, he's more doodling around the margins than actually working. But not even that once he catches her looking.

"Afternoon."

Drumming his pen idly on the table.

[justdidntseeit]

Oops. Caught.

She can feel her cheeks heat up; she hadn't meant to stare.

"Afternoon," she echoes, her eyes flicking to the pen in his hand. "Busy or procrastinating?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Probably a bit of both?"

To be perfectly honest.

"Procrastinating now. Thank god."

[justdidntseeit]

Her smile widens.

"Sounds like a cry for help."

[mycursedface]

New?

Not really.

Noticable?

Exceedingly. Even if Medusa is standing by the Observation Window, giggling at the storm.

Actually...that's not helping.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Heavens above," says Random, "sorry. Afternoon."

it's been years since he's seen or thought of the gorgons.

[mycursedface]

Her voice sounding closer to a flute than a human (it always does this after she's been playing with lightning),

"Morning!"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Or wherever time has you, yes. Been a long time since I've seen one of your kind."

[mycursedface]

"Only three of us...Although, on my world, I guess. Yours may be different."

[binaried.livejournal.com]

"Hello."

There is a green-eyed, dark haired woman now occupying the chair across from the couch. She's dressed in snug, gray breeches and a man's purple shirt.

And she's smirking.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random glances at her and smiles, and then looks properly and doesn't change his expression even a little, because he's a very good poker player and this could be funny.

"Afternoon. I think."

[binaried.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon it is then." She's making no attempt to act any differently than she normally would, albeit with a different face.

"Drowning in paperwork?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Beating it into submission, more like."

Mwahaha!

"Taking my wife away next week, so if I can get all this done then I'll be able to go with a clear conscience."

[binaried.livejournal.com]

If Random had any doubt who the woman was, it is now erased with a 'two thumbs up' gesture.

"Good. She works as hard as you do. Take her somewhere romantic."

[singintheoven.livejournal.com]

Hedwig has found her way to the ladies' room and gotten cleaned up a bit, and so now looks more like a twenty-dollar hooker instead of a two-dollar one like when she'd first arrived. (There are some things that need a long, hot bath and a good night's sleep to fix.)

She has a suitcase in each hand, and is glancing around, trying to figure out where to go.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Miss," Random says, gently but pitched to carry, "looking for something?"

[singintheoven.livejournal.com]

"The same thing as anyone else," she says, turning to glance over at him. "Hell is an eternity in uncomfortable shoes, isn't it."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Yep. But Milliways is good booze and cheap beds. You're about as far from Hell as could be."

A sympathetic smile.

"Are you dead? Or just metaphorical?"

[singintheoven.livejournal.com]

"I wish I knew. I don't feel dead, but they say people don't."

She shrugs, and squirms a bit in her shoes. "Cheap is good. Cheap is about all I can afford."