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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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[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.

[shelley_winters]

"Yes. It has happened before, but it didn't stick, and I do not intend for it to do so this time, either."

She looks determined. There are Plans afoot.

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"... Oh. Okay. Good luck with that."

Because what else do you say to a woman who told you she's looking top resurrect herself?

[shelley_winters]

Shelley smiles absently. "Thank you. I am sure something will turn up."

Then she glances back at Old Lace. Even by Milliways standards, she is pretty unusual.

"I, um. Is she a real dinosaur?"

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"She's as real as you and I are."

Beat.

"Of course, I could be mad and hallucinating all this, in which case it's a moot point."

[shelley_winters]

"Possibly!" Shelley says, not very helpfully, then grins. "But not probably. It makes too but sense."

Er.

Kind of.

Then again, Shelley's hallucinations are special in that way.

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"Heh.

I'm Gert," she says, holding out her hand. "And this is Old Lace. OL, say hi."

The dinosaur looks up from her bucket of liver, her snout all bloody, and grins. It's a very dinosaur grin and bares lots of sharp pointy teeth.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley goes o_0, but smiles valiantly. Blood will never be her strong point.

"I'm Shelley," she says. "Nice to meet you both!"

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"You too," she smiles as OL goes back to her meal.

"So, you're British, right? When are you from?"

[shelley_winters]

"It is 2005 where I come from," she says, sitting down in a nearby seat in order to get out of the doorway. "Is it... later for you? I do not think you are from Jurassic times, somehow."

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"Me too! OL comes from the future. My Parents where time travelers."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley goes o_0

"That is very exciting! How did they manage that?"

[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

"They had some kind of... time-machine," Gert says with a shrug. "I have no idea where they got from."