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[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

Tara comes downstairs and goes over to the bar, sitting at one end.

"Could I get a cup of tea with milk and sugar please, sweetness?"

The tea arrives and she sips it, glancing around the bar. She kind of wants to talk to Isabel again, and is torn between wanting to talk to Warren and wanting to leave the poor boy alone.

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[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes down from the guest quarters... and sees Tara. He stops dead, his face suddenly very pale.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

Tara looks up and sees him, and hesitates. Then waves.

Cheerful is good, right?

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan waves back, very nervously, and forces himself to go over to her.

"Um. H-hi."

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Jonathan."

It's hard to be nervous around Jonathan. She smiles and sips her tea again.

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

"Are y-you... how are you?"

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"Me? I'm okay. A little overwhelmed by this place, but okay. You?"

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, uh... no-not bad. It's a good place when you get used to it."

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"It seems like a good place. The people are certainly nice, at least the ones I've met are. Very helpful."

She decides to bite the bullet. "From the stuttering, can I assume you know I'm dead?"

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

"...yeah, I know. Uh, me too. Later."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk notices the blonde woman sitting at the other end of the bar.

There's someting about her Esk can't quite put her finger on, but she has an inkling that this girl is a witch.

She watches her for a bit, wondering if she should say hi.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

Tara notices the other woman looking at her and smiles.

"Hi."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Esk takes the opening and moves down towards her, book in one hand and staff in the other. She's beginning to regret bringing such a heavy tome.

"I'm Esk. I'm fairly new here."

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"Tara Maclay. Also kinda new here."

She looks at the staff and book, tilting her head a little. "Is that a magical book?"

Tara misses the magic books.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk smiles broadly and enthusiastically. She's had two people ask her today about her books. This is definitely a record.

"It's Marrowleaf's Theory of Thaumic Imponderability," she says, passing it over. "Be careful, though. This copy's a little tetchy."

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you come from a world where magic is common? It's kind of secret where I come from, not a lot of people can use it. Not many people believe in it, either."

She carefully takes the book and runs her fingers gently over the cover. "Wow. We've got magic books back home, but nothing like this."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Common?" She replies sarcastically. "We can't move for the bloody stuff. It's everywhere. Not that I mind of course," she adds, "it certainly beats having to rely on machines for everything, and makes it easier to find a good bar.

"That book's nothing special, it's just theory, mostly. It's not got as much latent power as some of the other books in the library. I'd lend it to you, but I do not want to get on the wrong side of the Librarian." She babbling now, she's found someone she can really relate too.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"Oh, wow. That sounds amazing. I mean, I can use magic, but there's not all that many people in my world who can, and it's dangerous if you get addicted." Her expression darkens for a moment, but she perks up quickly. "We don't have that many magical texts, either, at least not easily accessed ones. People who write them are usually thought to be a bit erratic or eccentric."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Beowulf sits on the floor between Van Helsing and the blond lady. He turns his head and looks up at her - because that's what he does - he looks at people. He does that doggy-sniffing thing too, but he's a sight hound, gotta see stuff first.

Van Helsing looks down at the dog, then nods at the blond lady, politely.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

She smiles at him, and then at the dog.

"Hi. I'm Tara Maclay."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He tries very hard not to grumble when he replies - he probably swallowed a bit more alcohol last night than he intended. "Van Helsing." He motions toward the floor with his head. "That's Beowulf."

He orders coffee from the bar and drinks it black, which tastes bad, but it's clearing his head a little.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"He's a very impressive dog. Does he mind being petted?"

She looks sympathetic. "You look like you have a headache. Have you tried valerian capsules? They help me when I get headaches."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He smiles a little. "Mind? Only if you stop."

"Valerian capsules?" he asks witha bit of interest.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

She looks at the bar. "Sweetness, can I get some valerian capsules, please?"

Turning back to Van Helsing, she explains, "valerian's a herb that helps with headaches, and it doesn't have the codeine and stuff that chemical painkillers do. Give it a try," offering the capsules to him and leaning down to pet Beowulf.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He narrows his eyes a bit to see the capsules as he asks, "Do they go well with coffee?" There is a hint of a smile in his voice.

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

"They're better with water, but coffee should be okay. One of my friends takes them with coffee, so I don't see why you shouldn't."