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[redintheledger]

A woman walks into the bar. Redhead, appears under the age of thirty, wearing a turquoise dress with black polka dots, a pair of stylish black heels. If one looks very close, those might be a pair of Death Stars hanging from her ears; in all other respects, though, the woman looks composed and collected. Maybe even a touch reserved.

Any resemblance to a certain redhead drunkenly singing Queen, and then various Soviet songs a few nights ago is clearly just a coincidence.

Clearly.

Nadine makes her way over to the Bar, and requests not food nor drink, but one Charles Xavier's thesis. The document appearing, she finds herself a table and starts to idly flick through. It's something to read while she decides what to eat.

(And she wants to get an idea of how the man thinks before she decides on how to handle a telepath.)

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[redintheledger]

"You wear black during winter?"

It seems - to Nadine at any rate - a little counterproductive. Winter is a time for colours, unless one is blending in.

[wheatencrown]

"Not completely," She adjusts her shawl that covers most of her dress which is the deep gold of harvested wheat.

[redintheledger]

"Now that is a gorgeous dress," she says. "I do wear black, but not....all over. Work shouldn't be a funeral."

[wheatencrown]

Demeter shrugs, she prefers her greens but there are the colors of late harvest,

"No, I agree but Winter has never suited me."

[redintheledger]

"I've met a few people like that. I love it, but I'm fairly strange. I like all the seasons."

[wheatencrown]

"You're rather wise to enjoy them all. I lose my daughter at the turn of the seasons so I don't enjoy Winter."