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[iopenthings]

::Door comes in, still looking very pale and drawn. She heads to the bar::

Coke, please?

...cola. Coca-cola. Temple and arch.

::She plays with the glass that appears in front of her, remembering every now and then to take a sip::

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*sips his coffee and watches the pretty girl fiddle with her coke a few seats away*

Hello.

[iopenthings]

::looks at him warily::

...hi.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's really uncomfortable, with the dead angel sitting there. He feels like it's watching him.*

I'm Bernard.

[iopenthings]

::hardly seems to notice the dead angel::

I'm Door.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um. I'm kind of new here. I don't really know anyone other than Fleur. *laughs* And I think I know her a little too well to be honest.

Where are you from?

[iopenthings]

Most people here know Fleur a little too well.

I'm from London Below.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*snorts with laughter* Yeah, I get that impression. It's one of her more charming features.

Is that like, the Underground? Sorry, I don't leave the US much.

[iopenthings]

Well, most of it is underground, and some of it is in the Underground... but no, it's not like the Underground. It's... an entirely different city. Basically. Hard to explain.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Door? How are you holding up?

[iopenthings]

Honestly? Not well. Really not well.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*places hand on Door's shoulder*

Well, if there's anything I can do, or you just need to talk, I'm here. C'mon, we can split a plate of paradoxes. *orders from bar*

[iopenthings]

::smiles wanly::

Thanks.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*walks quickly over, and leans against the bar. He's looking out over the tables, but more importantly, he's Not Looking at the dead angel. His fingers tap nervously on the bar, and his voice sounds strained*

You okay?

[iopenthings]

No, Crowley, I'm really not okay. Thanks for asking. Feel free to go back to Aziraphale now.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Why not? Why are you not okay?

[iopenthings]

Because. I'm not. Why should I be?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I just want to help.

[iopenthings]

::sounding very tired::

Why, Crowley?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Because humans are fragile. I don't want you to break.

[iopenthings]

I found the dead bodies of my family. I spent days running from two men who wanted to kill me, and who were very very good at killing people. I faced and defeated an insane angel who wanted to be God. I'm not that fragile.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

((she gathers her courage, because she's got used to having Sirius around and he's not there to make things all right))

I --

things happen against our will --

I understand.
Will you talk to no one? Will you not talk to me?

[iopenthings]

I hardly know you, Kassandra.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Even in our sleep,
pain without ceasing
continues to drip,
drop by drop
until slowly and against our will
comes wisdom, through the terrible mercy of the gods.

You do not know me, Lady of the House of Arch.
But I won't leave you here to be alone.

[iopenthings]

In our sleep...

I didn't sleep last night. Or, I did, but...

*shivers*

Not for long.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

((she sits down at Door's feet, waiting))

You will tell me, or you won't tell me; I will hurt for you, all the same.
Will you tell me?
Lady Door, Lady Door, these are your friends.