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[theresnodoor]

Rachel's had a busy six months day. That's why you haven't seen her for six months all day.

But she's here now. Tired enough from activity to be happy curled up on the couch with the first magazine Bar thought suitable to gift her with.

2001 Ralph Lauren.

Sometimes? Milliways is awesome.


[OOC: And then the cold meds kicked in. Goodnight, all, slowtimes are awesome and no one is denied a new tag.]

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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo falls.



From nowhere.




From the ceiling.




It's not at all graceful.








(Neither are the clawed gashes down her arm.)

[theresnodoor]

Rachel, admirably, does not immediately grow claws and fangs in response to this.

But she does draw her legs up sharply, magazine to her chest and feet on the cushions, ready to push off, jump, whatever.



Then she recognizes the bundle of graceless woman on the floor.



"...is this a normal activity for you?"

It's not the first time she's seen Jo tumble injured from the ceiling.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo had shot up as soon as she landed.
Forget that lovely crunching sound.
Her body is just fine. Fine.



She gotten to a crouch, dagger still in hand.


When she realized this was Milliways. Not a warehouse.
Just as the pain of landing on her cuts started to throb.




But she was busy for that moment, glaring up at the ceiling.

"If that hadn't been a three story fall, I'd be hating you right now."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel blinks.

Rachel lifts an eyebrow.

Rachel finds it odd to feel like the sanest person in the world.

But she leans forward a bit to peer up at the ceiling herself, trying to see who Jo's talking to.

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: I don't think these two have met other than during the brawl.)

William is also reading, a dime novel about boys in New York and looks up at her magazine.

He's seen them around but the quality of the paper and the color always surprises him,

"What's that about, miss?"

[theresnodoor]

It takes a moment for Rachel to realize she's being talked to at all. Another page flip and she looks up to register the question.

"Oh. Um."

The magazine is turned around to show him the latest in twenty-first century fashion, smiling faces and glossy paper showing off the fabric.

"Ralph Lauren. Clothes."

[not_his_pa]

He leans forward slightly and then blushes as the outfits are beautiful, but smaller than what he's used to,

"Oh, they're pretty."

[theresnodoor]

It's not too risque, being so preppy. Polo shirts, pencil skirts, button-ups and boots.

So Rachel's smirking a little, eyeing him for his reaction. "Yeah, they're nice. Bar's been giving me a new issue every couple of weeks."

[mogget_cat]

Here, Rachel. Have a warm, fuzzy pillow.

"Those shoes can't be good for that girl's back."

A pillow making dry remarks. Must be Milliways.

[theresnodoor]

Just what she needed.

Rachel smirks a little and leans her head back against the warm, fuzzy side. "Probably. But they look fantastic."

[mogget_cat]

"And they'll help keep her chiropractor in business when she's fifty," he agrees, amused. "It's an all-around win."

Yrael may be purring. But not because he's glad to see her again, after so long. Not at all because he's happy to see his friend.

Yeah. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[theresnodoor]

Of course not. Rachel isn't happy to see him either. Her fingers just stilled on the magazine after an hour of fascinated searching because she's lost interest.

"She's taking a hit for the good of economy. It's admirable, really.

"Or it would be, if she weren't wearing those particular shoes. They're a handful of glitter away from being on a Vegas showgirl."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Rachel," X says, approaching the other girl from the side.

It may be a trick of the light that makes her look like she's smiling, just for a second.

"Hello."

Sometimes the simple things are best.

[ooc: Sorry for the late tag, I got home super-late from work and was sad I missed things! Let me know if you are not down with an extra slowtime, and I will delete. <3]

[theresnodoor]

[OOC: ALL THE SLOW TIMES, GIVE THEM TO ME. AND YOUR FACE, GIVE ME THAT, TOO. ♥ ♥ ♥

[And the Tylenol PM, as well, gimme that. Oh wait, took that already, hence the passing out. But I will tag you back soon! OMG X.]

[cutting_edgex23]

[ooc: ALL OF THEM ARE THINGS YOU CAN HAVE. \o/ YAY RACHEL.]

[theresnodoor]

Just a moment - she has to finish that page. The skirt is Egyptian cotton, and it's on sale.

But she's already smiling, even before she looks up to focus on the person in question. Then it's a grin.

"Hey, X."

[cutting_edgex23]

"You are okay."

It's not really a question.

(Blame the smile.)

"You are busy?"

Hey, X has seen catalogs before! And she remembers that Rachel likes shopping.

[theresnodoor]

X is wise.

Having it not be a question means the usual 'fine' standby does not need to be used here. Rachel appreciates straight forwardness in her friends.

Which is why, after a moment of reluctance, she gestures with the magazine and smiles in a more self-deprecating manner.

"It's a clothes magazine from the future. I'm a little rivetted."

[seat_five_girl]

Ako is frowning at a present she got for Christmas and sorting out what she wants to keep in her tinderbox.

She might also smell a fair bit like wood smoke from practice fires.

[theresnodoor]

This close to the fireplace, most things smell of woodsmoke. And the magazine has Rachel pretty engrossed. But she does look up on occasion (only while turning pages), and Ako gets a slight smile and a nod of recognition.

[seat_five_girl]

Good point, it might count as camouflage then.

"Hey Rachel-san."

[theresnodoor]

<img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/93953663/15802043'> "Ako." Pleasant, with a nod as she turns a page. "What's up?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Well, at least she's not a bear tonight.

"Howdy."

No one would accuse Rachel and Kate of being on the friendliest terms, but their last conversation wasn't too bad. She smiles all the same, just as genuine as you please.

"Been a while."

[theresnodoor]

Every time is bear time.

Rachel looks up, curled in her chair with the magazine resting open on the armrest, looking no more than a pretty teenage girl sitting cozy by the fire with some clothes on display.

There's that flint hardness, that flash of defensiveness in her eyes. But it doesn't stay long.

"Hey. I guess it has."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate takes a seat in an armchair not beside Rachel's, but not too far away either. She's cradling a mug of hot cocoa with a cinnamon stick, dressed a little more casual than normal.

(Casual for Kate still means three layers, a nice checkered shirt and tawny trousers, and her gunbelt.)

"You been keepin' outta trouble?"