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[shelley_winters]

Shelley appears to have been shot. This is both irritating and inconvenient.

However, she will allow that despite the waiting period, the afterlife is acceptable, the company is pleasant enough, and her wardrobe is similar enough to her normal one as to cause no problems, despite the fact that it leans towards red and black - neither of which are her favourite colour. (Redheads should not wear red a lot, she feels.)

What is causing her consternation is the sudden appearance of a place she has not seen in over a year, and had almost thought she never would again.

You'd be excused for thinking she'd never been here before - let alone lived here - as she stands frozen in the doorway, staring about.


[OOC: Have gone for bedtimes. Slowtimes, as are placeholder tags, are most welcome! ♥]

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[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

Gert see's the lost looking woman standing in the doorway and smiles at her.

"You new here?" she asks.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley raises a bemused finger.

"...No," she decides. "But I rather feel as if I am. Have they... worked out a system of timekeeping yet?"

Alas, that she cannot cry 'what year is it?!' in Milliways!

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"Not to my knowledge. 'End of the universe' is about as close as you're gonna get."

[shelley_winters]

"Well, that's familiar," Shelley sighs, rubbing her forehead ruefully. "But inconvenient. It could have been centuries! I don't really recognise many people..."

She turns her gaze on the purple-haired teenager. With the... dinosaur.

"Or, um. Dinosauruses... es. Have you both been coming here long?"

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"We've been bound for... damn. Over a year now," she says scritching the back of OL's neck.

[shelley_winters]

Hmm.

Shelley looks sympathetic. "Oh dear. That is quite a long time, even for here - are you still alive?"

This is quite obviously a perfectly normal thing to ask!

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"100% alive and kicking, thank you very much. um... you?"

[shelley_winters]

"I'm dead at the moment, thank you. I only asked because it seems a long time, and the living tend to get let out. Although maybe that has changed!"

Quit while you're ahead, Shelley.

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"At the moment?" she asks curiously. Seems like an odd choice of words. But then. Superheroes are always being brought back where she comes from. Maybe this woman has a similar affliction.

[7twistedwishes]

And she is greeted by a woman in a slinky red dress who flashes a big friendly smile. "Hello... first time here?"

No, she did not come out of nowhere, why?

[shelley_winters]

WARNING WARNING WARN- Oh wait, she does not know this lady!

(It's an ingrained suspicion of attractive people in evening dress, nothing personal.)

Shelley blinks a bit, then waves a vaguely sheepish hand. "I, um... no. No, just... a very long time. Since I was here. They have changed the..." Actually, they really haven't changed much in the decor. "...Patrons."

[7twistedwishes]

"New people arrive all the time... this is Milliways, after all." The woman offers a hand. "I am The Devil. And no, I am not here to take your soul to hell."

The way she smiles cheerily...

Creepy on itself.

[shelley_winters]

There is a pause, while Shelley's expression runs the gamut from worried to confused to a visible Oh, Milliways.

"I see!" she says brightly, and shakes hands. "You are very straightforward."

It's new!

[7twistedwishes]

She laughs softly, shaking the woman's hand "Oh, remember rule #3? 'No outside business'? One of my business is being the Lady of Lies, and here... why bother lying?"

"Now, you seem a trifle pale my dear... please me join me for a drink and perhaps dinner?" No strings attached, no.

[shelley_winters]

"That is very nice to know," Shelley says. "Although I am afraid that I have found people are not always so good about it. Therefore I will be very happy to come and have a drink with you, but I shall have to go before dinner, or Natalie will be left alone with her goblin child."

Plus, she already has thirty-four days in purgatory to get through, she doesn't particularly want to add on any more!

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, not a problem." She nods, leading the way to the Bar and seizing a stool. "Lemon Drop Martini."

She lets Shelley order for herself, of course. "Now... from where and when, my dear? And what is your name?"

[shelley_winters]

Shelley orders a strawberry margharita - pauses to check that a drink nd not a spanish lady appears - and sits down.

"Shelley Winters," she says. "I come from England in 2005. Or possibly purgatory of some kind at the moment. It is a little unclear."

[no_justice]

Taptaptap go the phalanges drumming a rhythm on the bar.

You've got a lot to answer for, Shelley.

(Still, he looks pleased to see her. He's grinning.)

[shelley_winters]

...Oh.

Um.

"It was completely not my fault this time! I'm sorry! Hello!"

[no_justice]

Hello, says Death.

How long did you make this time?

[shelley_winters]

Shelley casts her mind back as she makes her way over to a barstool.

"A couple of years, I think. Maybe one and a half. It was going so well!"

[no_justice]

That's very good, for her.

What's the phrase for when you've not being doing something then you accidentally do it? Something about carriages.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley shrugs.

"Well, I didn't fall off a carriage."

Which is weird, because proportionately, you'd think one of her deaths would have been a traffic accident, by now.

[no_justice]

Maybe next time.

Metaphorically, Death suggests.

[shelley_winters]

Let's check the schedule!

Ahem.

"That is true," she says, meanwhile. "Would you like a drink? It's the least I can do to apologise for this... inconvenience."

For the record, she's envisioning triplicated death certificates and error report forms all over the place.