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[kitchen_maid]

Her Majesty, the Queen of Ambergeldar, steps into the bar this evening, in a very grand dress, complete with sweeping train and one of her good-but-not-very-best crowns. (There was a reception in the Mauve State Drawing Room this evening, you see.)

She takes a long look around.

And then she steps back into Ambergeldar.

Several moments later, Amy comes into the bar.

The crown is gone, and the dress has been traded for one that is much, much simpler.

Never let it be said royalty doesn't know how to dress for an occasion.

Now she just has to figure out what that occasion is . . .

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[queenofmay]

Marian is coming down the stairs that lead-up to all the rentable rooms. Having seen to the last newest interesting thing she hadn't predicted for today. Picking up after an apocalypse she missed.She was headed toward the kitchens, when she saw the first entrance. It had been a rather nice first dress, if the second did make much more sense.

Marian had found a tea tray by the time the second happened. "Fair eve, Amy."

[kitchen_maid]

"Hello, Marian.

"I take it things kept happening, after my last visit," Amy says, tone gone a bit dry.

"How are you?"

[queenofmay]

"It is over now." For a given definition of over, that she assumes Amy is astute enough to see with just a look around the bar proper. There's disarray, but people have already started returning to their normal patterns quickly enough.

"I am well," with a simple gesture to the set before her. "And taking a break from it for a little while yet. Would you like some tea?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Tea would be lovely, thank you," Amy says.

"I'm very glad to hear that its over.

"And Milliways has always managed to overcome things."

They're still here, aren't they?

[queenofmay]

Marian pulled one of the extra cups -- and she always gets extra cups in Milliways -- free and started filling it. "It does seem to. Though I so wish the cleanup would have taken as little time as the fallout."

Once filled, she held out the cup to Amy.

[kitchen_maid]

"The clean up always takes longer than it seems it should," Amy says. "I learned that washing dishes.

"Thank you," she adds, accepting the teacup.

[queenofmay]

Marian nodded, picking up the small plate of scones, biscuits and cookies to set between them, before returning to her own cup. "And, you? Are you well tonight? You had a rather grand dress the first time the Door found you, it seemed."

[kitchen_maid]

"Her Majesty's presence was required this evening at a reception in honor of my husband's royal Cousin and soon-to-be-bride, before their departure for his kingdom.

"But this seemed far more the sort of situation that required Amy than Amethyst.

"Amethyst is absolutely useless with a broom."

[queenofmay]

Marian laughed, softly, against the rim of her cup, finishing a sip.
"I'm sure they appreciate whatever help either would give."

There are a whole lot of people doing nothing, too.

"Though it is already far better than it was."

[missmarybennet]

Mary has quite lost track of how long she's been in Milliways this time.

She didn't mean to stay for so long. But it seemed like she'd tidy away one mess, think that she must be getting home (her door, she is glad to note, has remained firmly in place) then spot a whole new mess and think, Well, I should go on and tidy that.

So, she's not certain how long she's been here. All she knows is that she is dying for a cup of tea. Which she has procured, along with a slice of Miss Barlow's peach pie, and is looking for a place to sit.

She's keeping an eye out for obstacles on the floor, and almost clumsily bumps into the other young woman.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry. Excuse me." She bobs as polite a bow as she can manage with a cup in one hand and a plate of pie in the other.

[kitchen_maid]

"Good heavens, don't worry about it at all," Amy says.

"Do you need a hand?"

[missmarybennet]

"Oh, no. Not at all, thank you."

Good heavens, she's tired. Hours on end of kitchen work and cleaning is exhausting. Mary has a new appreciation of the Bennet's household servants.

"I fear I wasn't looking where I was going is all."

"You should mind where you step," she adds. "Not all the areas have been cleared yet."

[kitchen_maid]

"Yes, I see that," Amy says.

"Do you know what happened?

"I'm afraid I haven't visited in some days.

"At least, it's been some days for me. I've no idea how long it's been here.

"I'm Amy, by the way."

[missmarybennet]

Mary looks around.

"I was not hear to witness it, but I have been told it was a form of...apocalypse."

Though apparently not a full-fledged one. No lake of fire, no resurrected souls, etc, etc.

"I'm Miss Mary Bennet," she adds with another brief bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Amy."

[kitchen_maid]

"It's lovely to meet you, too, Miss Mary.

"An apocalypse."

Isn't there just the one?

"Well, the bar still seems to be here. And it always has put itself back together before."

Amy is sure it'll be fine.

[missmarybennet]

"Yes, that's what I've been saying," Mary says, with something like satisfaction.

Tired satisfaction, but satisfaction.

"Some people have seemed to be quite determined to lose their heads, even though reason would suggest that the worst has passed and the situation is being put to rights."

As apocalypses go? Milliways seems to have gotten off lightly.

"I'm afraid that when last I checked, Bar had not been....revived yet. But food has been prepared in the kitchens. It's there for the taking if you would like anything."

Mary's cut a lot of fruit today. And learned about pie. And washed dishes. And attempted to cook. In some cases, even successfully.

[kitchen_maid]

"Thank you," Amy says. "I don't need anything at the moment, but I'll know where to go if that changes.

"Bar's not well?"

That is slightly worrying.

Amy likes Bar.

[claudiometer]

It's hard to say what about Claudia might draw Amy's eye first. Her clothes probably aren't that unusual to Amy, by now, and given that some of the bar's patrons have whole heads of hair that are unusual colors, the pink stripe (this week) may not be that odd either.
So maybe it's the... sort of pistol that she's got broken down into a few component parts, currently pushed aside in favor of some stew someone was making in the kitchen earlier.

[kitchen_maid]

Honestly? Amy's been coming and going for years now. It's hard to say what would be unusual enough to draw her attention and actually register as unusual.

And scattered bits of weaponry are not really going to register.

But if the young woman looks up and catches Amy's eye, she'll get a polite nod.

[claudiometer]

Well, there is that.
Claudia does glance up, and waves back, in order to pass the time until she swallows her current mouthful.
"You here for all the fun, or were you lucky enough to miss it?"

[kitchen_maid]

"I seem to have missed most of it," Amy says.

"Though the sky was improbably red on my last visit."

[claudiometer]

"Oh, it only gt worse from there. But now it's all over but the cleanup."
She says this with the certainty of someone who was there for all the fun. If you can call nearly getting sucked into a black hole fun.
(She doesn't.)

[kitchen_maid]

"Things seem to be well in hand, then."

Clean-ups are tiring, but they're very much of the "all over" part of things.

[claudiometer]

"I think so. I mean, I've been gone a week since, but I don't think it's been that long here." If it had bee, she doesn't think it would look as bad, still.
"I'm Claudia, by the way."

[kitchen_maid]

"I'm Amy.

"It's very nice to meet you, Claudia."