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[conglomerelda]

There is a smallish griffin stretched out in front of the fire, sipping some hot cider.

However, a smallish griffin is still the size of a large draft horse, and her cider 'mug' is a bucket with a curly straw in it.

She's also on duty, with her Security badge on display.

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[makesthings]

Sameth has never really seen a griffin before but stops when he was moving towards a seat near the fire,

"Hello."

[conglomerelda]

"Evening!" Elda nods cheerfully. "I can move over if you'd like some space here. I was just enjoying the warmth."

[makesthings]

"Um, I've been working in the forge so I don't need to be too close. It just keeps getting colder."

He settles for a seat near the fire and starts drinking his spiced wine.

[conglomerelda]

"The spot by the lake where it turns into the ocean is quite nice on cold days," she offers. "But there's nothing like a nice fire on a cool night."

[makesthings]

"Yes, it can be nice. Can I ask an odd sort of question?"

[conglomerelda]

"Go ahead!" She is guessing in her head what it might be.

[makesthings]

"I've never seen a creature like you or felt quite the same type of magic. What are you?"

[confrontspeak.livejournal.com]

Lacey's never exactly been exposed to beings like griffins before.

Excuse the staring as it happens.

[conglomerelda]

It's okay. She's pretty used to it at this point! Even in Milliways, she sticks out a bit.

"Hello!" Elda says brightly, clacking her beak. (It's a smile. Sort of.)

[confrontspeak.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Lacey manages, but she's still trying to get over the whole mythological creature in a bar scenario, much less the fact that it's speaking to her.

[conglomerelda]

"I can move over a little, if you'd like to get to one of the chairs," Elda says, folding her wings politely over her back.

[confrontspeak.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, I'm okay for now," Lacey promises.

She's actually eyeing one of those couches at the moment.

[conglomerelda]

Elda sadly does not know if the couches are comfy. She doesn't quite fit properly on them. Alas.

"I do take up a bit of space. But I have a good view of the bar, from here."

Except for those shadowy corners, of course.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

On the one hand, they don't have griffins at home, and every single creature Ellen has ever encountered of anywhere close to that size has been a mutant.

On the other hand, the mutants have all been horrible and freakish. Even the successful ones like the Brahmin cattle have had two heads and generally looked extremely awkward to begin with. Elda? Not so much.

And on the third hand (we mentioned the mutant thing, right?) it doesn't look like she's been put together by some hideous experimental process bent on creating a horror from parts taken in combat, anyway. She sort of looks like all her parts work together properly.

And on the fourth hand, because what good is being a mutant with only three hands, seriously, that's not even radially symmetric most of the time: curly straw. That's practically normal.

So. Ellen's going to just get a little closer, with Dogmeat trailing uncertainly behind her, and maybe raise a hand in greeting.

[conglomerelda]

"Hello," Elda says. It's pretty obvious she's directing it to both Ellen and Dogmeat. You never know who can understand you, especially here. She slurps up the end of her cider and sets the bucket carefully aside, with one clawed talon.

"Nice night for a fire!"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Dogmeat's just going to give Elda the doggy equivalent of a "..." look and go flop down nearby. Somewhere he can keep an eye on Elda while still being lazy. Ellen, on the other hand, is reassured by the fact that she's gotten an actual greeting; the mutants back home don't really do that.

"It is, isn't it? It's awfully chilly outside, um.... miss? Is that right?"

[conglomerelda]

"Yes, that's right." She sounds a little amused. "I'm guessing you don't have griffins at home." It's not really a question.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"No, but we don't have a lot of things at home," Ellen admits. "And I'm still just getting used to the surface, anyway. My name's Ellen, and my world had a nuclear war about two hundred years ago that we still haven't recovered from."

[conglomerelda]

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My world is trying to get back on its feet as well. But nuclear- that's a chemical reaction, right? A very large, destructive one?"

Elda knows a good amount of science, both from her father, and from studying magic. They cross over more than people seem to think.

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

In all his years, Angel can't recall ever seeing a griffin before. But considering one of his newest allies back home is a fire-breathing dragon, a griffin isn't going to make him drop his drink either.

The badge is sort of a surprise, though. Guess Security around here really does have to be ready for anything.

He's hardly been over to this part of the bar, really. Fireplaces have never been Angel's favorite thing, but he figures he ought to make an effort since he might be part of Security soon.

"Uh, hi."

[conglomerelda]

"Hello there!" Elda ruffles her wings slightly, and gives Angel a curious look. He's tall enough that she'd be close to his eye level, if she was sitting up instead of lying down.

"Something I can help you with?"

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

"...Maybe?"

"Alanna thinks I could help with Security around here. So I thought I should introduce myself."


...OK, that sounded kind of lame, didn't it? He always did suck at small talk.

[conglomerelda]

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Elda doesn't think it's lame at all. "X and I are working on the roster, and it's been getting a bit small, these days. I'm sure we'll be glad to have you! I'm Elda."

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, uh, that's good!" Angel really isn't used to his attempts at meeting people working out well.

"Small roster, huh? Is the, uh, body count really that high?"


Not that that would necessarily be a deal-breaker for Angel. Over the years, he's gotten used to having somebody or other trying to dust him at any given moment.

[conglomerelda]

She laughs. (She thinks it's a joke. Angel is doing better than he probably figured, here.)

"The door doesn't always work for everyone. Some people go back to their worlds, and don't come back. Or they retire, because of family or other responsibilities. Milliways can't be home for everyone."

It isn't for her!