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[clear-eyed-lady.livejournal.com]

The door simply opens and shuts, letting a young woman, primly dressed, enter. The business jacket and modest skirt are both navy blue, with a school crest blazoned on the lapel. Her hair is pulled back into a neat twist- but no, no glasses. The lady can see well enough without any such thing, thank you.

Under one arm is a book. Gilt-topped pages, bound in blind-stamped morocco, that exudes the aura of rare first edition. Old and well-kept, but it's not hers.

As Athena glances around the bar, the person said book belongs to, from whom she borrowed it quite a few years ago, is nowhere to be seen. Well, that should have been expected.

With an exceedingly faint shrug, she starts over toward the bar.



(New mun with a char that's been played here before- but I am starting her over with a fresh slate. Thank you!)

(And, the mun is off for sleep. Post is open for tags for the next couple of days for slowtimes!)

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[clear-eyed-lady.livejournal.com]

"Camilla Ergane." She offers her hand-

For a handshake. Nothing else.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael wouldn't dare, certainly... His grin says otherwise, but he takes the hand as it's meant.

"Pleased to meet you, Camilla Ergane," he says. His pale hand is very warm.

"So, you aren't new to the bar; I just have not had the pleasure of meeting you until now. What's your where and when?"

[clear-eyed-lady.livejournal.com]

"You are correct, I have been here a few times before. It just seems that I've never run into you either, Yrael."

Her lips twitch into an amused smile. That question, or any of the many versions of it, is a familiar Milliways standard.

"Earth, two thousand and ten. I teach in a military academy in Britian. And yourself?"