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[missmarybennet]

The Milliways door swings open admitting a gust of cold, damp January air and the sound of bells.

Mary pauses just inside the door in her good blue dress and Sunday bonnet, her Bible and prayer book folded demurely in her hands. She hesitates for a moment, then shrugs and wends her way through the bar. Services are over. She had been on her way outside when her door to Milliways evidently decided to surprise her at church.

A little strange that. A door to the End of the Universe popping up in a house of God.

Or maybe it wasn’t that strange at all.

Mary lays her books on the bar and goes about divesting herself of her winter cloak and gloves.

“Bar, a cup of tea, if you please.”

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[seat_five_girl]

Things Ako is not dressed for: Winter anywhere but the tropics. It's the flip-flops that give it away.

"Hello. Cold weather back home?"

[missmarybennet]

"Very. It's January in England."

And the village church is habitually chilly.

Mary drapes her cloak over a bar stool and goes about unknotting her bonnet as she examines the other young woman's attire.

"It is not so in your world, I imagine, Miss Ako?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Still Bound," says Ako, "But Cubefall was a nice break, mostly. Did you ever try a different shape?"

[missmarybennet]

"I'm sorry to hear that you are so constrained."

Mary is far fonder of Milliways than she was initially, it's true. But she still has no wish to be Bound again.

"I did not," she says, frowning. "A friend of mine was transformed into a horse for a time, though. It was most disconcerting."

Mary looks at her curiously.

"Did you elect to change your form?"

[seat_five_girl]

"I did. We even met."