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[oneman_onevote]

From a plain, dim corridor lit with flickering candles, the light and noise of Milliways is startling, to say the least. A tall, thin man dressed all in faded black glances around quickly and warily, before tilting his head with a small, inscrutable smile. Well, well.

He makes his way in, upright, but supporting himself on a thin cane, and sits in an out-of-the-way booth, to look around with an air of mild interest. A rat scurries up to provide him with coffee. (Black.)

And there he sits, soaking up the familiar, half-forgotten atmosphere.

Do come and exchange pleasantries.

[OOC: Going out for a few hours in just a minute, but I'll pick up all slowtimes as soon as I'm back.

Back!

And gone again, for sleeps. Slowtimes, yes? :D]

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[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says, passing with a mug of tea in his hand. "Good morning!"

The Goth king would not normally speak to any random stranger in passing, but this morning, he woke to find himself once more able to speak normally*. The curse has lifted, and Teja can actually utter casual, harmless sentences again, so he does so, more then usually.


* What passes for normal with a terribly tragic hero from a terribly over-written historical novel from the 19th century, that is!

[[OOC: Mun must run and do three or five things in RL, but simply couldn't resist Havelock Vetinari!]]

[oneman_onevote]

Ah. A Heroic Type.

"Good morning," says Lord Vetinari politely. In Milliways, it tends to be the path of least resistance, he's found.

[OOC: No problem. I'm in and out myself today. :D]

[ostro_goth]

"I have not seen you before; are you a new arrival?" Teja asks, politely.

Not a single wanton alliteration anywhere...

[oneman_onevote]

"Not at all," says Lord Vetinari. "A very old one, in fact, but I rarely visit, these days."

It tends to throw off his day. Besides, he does frequently worry that Leonard will, against all the odds, manage to follow him.

[ostro_goth]

"Yes, one hears of them," Teja says. "Some have made this place their home, like Yrael; some rarely visit and are only remembered in tales, like Kassandra of Troy."

[howling_laugh]

Someone is staring at him. From rather close up.

A mangy looking coyote is sitting at his feet, looking up. He smells really familiar.

"Surely it has not been so long?"


[OOC: I really should not be doing this at work. But I cannot resist.]

[oneman_onevote]

Lord Vetinari tilts his head downwards, appears to think for a moment, then says,

"Ah, Coyote. Apparently so."

By his tone, you'd suppose that one runs into old friends in one's personal past all the time.

[OOC: :D!]

[howling_laugh]

...well. It hasn't been years by her count, so. Someone has been playing merry hell with the timeline. She eyes him sternly, as if it was all his fault.

"Puck and Lilly may be very displeased to see that you age faster than the children." To say nothing of herself.

Not that older and distinguished is bad. Rrowr.

[oneman_onevote]

Yes. How terrible of someone.

"I don't intend to trouble them. I fear it could cause problems," he says dryly. "Tell me, have the twins been named yet?"

You choose your own landmarks when the passage of time loop-the-loops.

[howling_laugh]

"You do not think they will notice? You are tricky, Havelock. But I do not think even you are that tricky."

Unless he has suddenly sprouted an astonishing ability as a make-up artist as well as a cane and a goatee.

She continues looking askance at him. "And yes. Some time ago, I believe."

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

Silk gives the stranger a polite nod, as he finds his own nearby table. The fact that this particular little nook of the bar is just prime real-estate for watching the rest of it... Well, if he's honest with himself (and he tries to be at least that, every once in a while) then it formed a large part of his decision to sit there.

Not that he'd admit to anything.

[oneman_onevote]

Lord Vetinari nods back, one natural observer to another.

He'd be the first to admit to it, really, even in Ankh-Morpork. Far from giving himself away, it just tends to worry people. He likes that.

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

Silk's lack of admission would be because he's more-or-less being himself today. Other people might admit it readily though.

Since he already put in his order before coming to sit down, it's not long before a waitrat comes scurrying over, with a plate of steak and eggs, and a mug of ale.

[oneman_onevote]

Lord Vetinari is comfortable enough with his coffee, although he does smile faintly at the rat as it scurries away again. He does like the arrangement.

Which... would be why he makes use of a similar system in the Palace.

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

It's incredibly convenient, Silk finds.

The rats, after all, can't talk about what they overhear.

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

"It's been a while," the girl drinking tea from a steaming cup doesn't really look at him. The way he moves is rather distinctive, if you know what to look for.

[oneman_onevote]

Lord Vetinari turns his head to examine the young woman, running through memories before it clicks, and he nods.

"Indeed it has, Mai," he says. "I trust you have been well?"

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

She looks up and blinks, "It has apparently been longer than I had thought." She offers him a brief nod.

[oneman_onevote]

"For me, I believe so," he says. "Less for you. My younger self is most likely out for a few days."

Or, you know, upstairs being told his boyfriend is pregnant.

These things happen.

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

"This happens often, then?" she recovers her composure.

[cute_bruiser]

How is he with pleasantries from small pink-attired preteens?

Molly's sleepy right now, and is in her pyjamas, but is curled up in a nearby booth with hot chocolate. She's looking at him curiously over the head of her Doop plushie.

[oneman_onevote]

Lord Vetinari returns the stare, once he looks over. It's not exactly curious. More a clinical examination via eyeball.

[cute_bruiser]

The stare feels vaguely familiar, as if she's been looked at that way before and doesn't remember it. (The Deans had an odd way of looking at things.)

She thinks she's slightly nervous, but isn't sure why, and quickly shrugs it off as being silly. So the eyes looking back at Vetinari are entirely fearless and still bright with curiosity.




Eventually, "...Are you a goth?"

[oneman_onevote]

This is a term which Lord Vetinari has not heard in a long time... and was never all that clear on to start with.

"I do not believe so," he says. "Why? What does it entail?"

Always ready to learn!

[cute_bruiser]

"Wearing loadsa black. And cool make-up. And liking weird music, and monsters."

Well, Molly's only ever met the one.

"And having awesome shoes."