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The front door opens and Elizabeth walks into the bar, and for once she doesn't look even the slightest part surprised. More like she'd been expecting to end up here, which she had actually. She's got an arm full of paperwork that needs to be done for the Cafe, and where better to spend her time doing it than this lovely place.

She stops briefly at the bar to place an order of food and then settles into a booth. By the time the waitrat brings her the order of food, there is paperwork everywhere. And the food ends up taking over the rest of the table. She'll be here and available for distractions all night, so feel free to be that nice distraction.

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Ah, paperwork... a familiar sight.

Part out of sympathy, part the idle curiosity that comes of being Bound for so long, Weyland slows his steps as he approaches the booth.

"All the way at the end of the universe, and there's still no cure for paperwork."

Elizabeth could say she heard him coming a mile away, but she's only really tuned her hearing to the specific cadences her friends have. And since she's never met Weyland until he'd slowed his steps she hadn't been paying attention to him. But the slowed steps and comment have her tilting her head up from her work, a faint smile on her face. "Thankfully though time doesn't pass in my world while here so I can come in and do a nights paperwork over two or three days here. Makes for a better, non-stressful way to do it."

"I can imagine that it would," he says, nodding. "If I ever get to go home again, and come back, I may do mine here--certainly better than having to do it in a hurry. I find that beer makes paperwork more bearable, but then it takes longer."

He steps closer. "What kind do you have, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Bound then?" There's the faintest raising of a brow, because she's curious. World beware if she's ever not. "Company can make it more bearable as well, but just like beer it takes longer than."

She gave an idle wave at the table. If he looks different piles contain different things. All relating to the running of a restaurant of some kind. Bills, forms for paycheck processing, and order forms for things needed seem to make up most of the piles though. "I have been put in charge of any and all paperwork that needs doing for a local cafe."

"For a few months now, yes. I went through being homesick, and into sulking. I've got a list of things that don't help bring a door back sooner, including staring at and insulting the wall."

He sounds a bit too good-humored about it to be properly sulking, though, and he gives the piles of papers a glance.

"A cafe? That's a lot of work, I'd imagine. I have a shop, and there aren't as many vendors to deal with, most likely, but the papers do pile up."

"I was never homesick when bound." She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully. "I'd say insulting the wall is a weird one, but with Bar the way she is...I guess it might have been an option if it weren't for you trying it."

Well there's also that old saying, if I don't laugh I'll cry. Some things just need that edge of good humor to make it through.

"Yea, a little hot spot in University village. We get a good portion of the University population in at any given time. Though it helps that we have a meeting room that can be rented out to clubs for meetings." She gives the faintest shrug. "What do you sell in your shop?"

"It wasn't exactly a sober decision," he admits. "A few glasses of Atlantean and anything seems like a reasonable thing to do, but then... you never know. The door could've gotten offended and is staying away deliberately."

He wouldn't put it past the door to hold a grudge.

"Ah, a university town. That must be good for business, and for hiring staff, I'd imagine. I have a clock shop, myself--clocks, mechanical toys, sometimes sculpture, and the occasional bit of jewelry or fine weaponry. If it's of metal, we can make it."

She gives a small nod. "Just don't offend Bar. She'll cut you off." Elizabeth has seen it happen to a friend. It was amusing, but then it also wasn't her.

Bar does sometimes, why not a door?

"It really is." It's said with a nod and a smile. College students always need that extra cash flow, and some months are busier than others. "Sounds nice. I fail when it comes to mechanical anything."

"I'll be careful," he says with a chuckle. "Back home, I wouldn't have a problem with hunting, but here, with all the strange things that happen to people, the only things I know for sure that I could have would be the demonic rabbits, and demonic rabbits and water would be a depressing diet."

And unpleasantly alcohol-free.

"I started with non-mechanical things, just straight metalwork, but branched out. Always looking for something new, you know? Break out of the same old routines."

She gives a small shrug. "I eat that meal at least once a month when I'm here for long periods of time. And there is deer deep in the forest, but I mean really deep in the forest."

Woe to the alcohol-free though.

"I can understand that. New can be fun, especially if it helps change up the old in non-dangerous ways."

"I used to live by hunting--if my brothers and I didn't kill our dinner somehow, there just wasn't any. But just rabbit would get dull quickly. So there is deer? I was told that only the rabbit is completely safe, and not someone or someone's pet."

He needs to do a bit of hunting for his new project, anyway.

"There's always some danger, but then the idea of a catastrophic clockwork accident... I've never seen one. I think I'd like to."

She tilted her head, frowning softly. "I haven't run into deer that was someone's pet, but then I haven't had a pack big enough to take down a deer in a while."

She's only got another cat right now, and it's more fun to take deer when there are more to share.

There's the faintest laugh at that image. "Can there be such a thing as a catastrophic clockwork accident?"

"I haven't hunted deer in a very long time. It seems like all the hunters back home have guns, and I'd rather not get shot. Someday, I should find some land of my own, or just disregard the hunting laws."

He does miss fresh venison.

"It depends on whether it's magical or not, probably. If it's not, the worst that could happen would be if you had way too much tension on a spring or coil, but that would take a Rube Goldberg effect to be catastrophic. With magic... it would be a catastrophic magic effect that just happened to involve clockwork. So it's possible, but very unlikely, and would make for a hell of a story."

There's the faintest look of disgust. She really does hate guns. "I prefer teeth and claws to guns." It's said simply. She's never really hidden what she is, being proud and all.

"Well, if you ever have a catastrophic clockwork accident, you'll have to let me know how it went." She holds out a hand, "I'm Elizabeth, by the way."

"Guns aren't sporting, against animals. Sometimes I use arrows, usually just knives--even the playing field a bit."

He shakes her hand, his own leather-glove-clad. "Weyland," he says. "It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth--are you a shifter, then?"

"Guns aren't sporting for anything."

"Nice you meet you too, Weyland." She gives a nod and a smile. "Yes. Wereleopard."

"They're sporting against people... especially people with guns," he says with a light shrug. "I don't mind using them then, but the ones I make are old-fashioned, reload after every shot."

He smiles as well. "I don't think I've ever met a leopard shifter before. We were more the bird sort, back home. Then again, there weren't any leopards at all, there."

"My little society views them as a coward's weapon." Knives were allowed if you didn't have claws in her shifter world, but not guns.

"Cat shifters aren't as common as wolves or rats in my world." Her head tilts, and if you know the signs it is clearly feline in the way it tilts. "Bird shifters? We only have the swans in my world."

"My wife was a swan maiden," he says with a nod. "So were her sisters. They had the feather cloaks, though; I don't know whether yours do also, or can just change on their own. I used to be able to change to an eagle, but that wasn't an innate thing, and I don't think I can anymore."

The prosthetics make it awkward. He could compensate for them, but so far he has had other priorities.

"So, as long as they have a feather cloak they can change? Those in my world change on their own." She gives a nod. "Do you miss it?"

"They can," he says. "If their cloaks are stolen, they cannot change; and if their cloaks are destroyed, they pine away and die, missing what they had lost. They are easily trapped, by stealing their cloaks, but it makes them angry, and they are very strong fighters."

Being Valkyries, and all.

"I do miss it, sometimes. I've built aircraft, and I fly in that, but it's not the same."

[ooc: You mind if we slowtime? I need to crash for the night.]

[ooc: don't mind at all. Sleep well! :) ]

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