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[redintheledger]

The woman walking into the bar today still has the remains of eyeliner and glitter around her eyes, but the clothes themselves are a perfectly ordinary set of shorts and fitted t-shirt.

If anyone asks, Nadine was at a party last night. And, because she can, Natasha is going to make sure that party was way, way more fun than 'Tanya's' waitressing shift.

Mostly, though, she's going to claim a couch, slip off her tennis shoes, and curl her feet up, just because she can.

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[katyafeline]

She sighs, and pours herself more vodka.

"I was on loan to the Watch in Paris, France - one of the more powerful Watches, though they rarely did anything with it. I had been sent into the surrounding countryside for training with one of their mages, and we ran across a pair of wild vampires. It was a lovely spring evening, so there were plenty of infatuated lovers littering the landscape for them to feed on." It had been a bit of a gory scene, really - she was not at all envious of the human police who got to clean that up. "They split up and ran, so we did the same - mine was a lot older than me and a bit beyond my class, and I couldn't stay in the Twlight as long as him. I came up for rest... and forgot to check where I was. But how was I supposed to know they were going to hold a midnight mass for Joan of Arc's feast day?" She asks plaintively. That'd gone over like a bomb - one dark-haired girl suddenly appearing in the middle of the church, blood-stained and wild? It's the stuff of Catholic legend.

[redintheledger]

She snorts, and then presses her hand to her mouth, giggling.

"Oh dear. The paperwork for that must have been fun."

[katyafeline]

"Utter nightmare. I was put on a desk for almost a year, and that was only what Ansalme Boulanger felt necessary. My next check in with Moscow was brutal." She grumbles - Gesar hadn't even waited for the usual face-to-face meeting - she had ended up with the head of the Moscow Nightwatch waiting for her in her dreams.