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[electro_kinetic]

There is, after her little escapade as a younger self, a decently-aged Noriko in the bar, who is not difficult to spot. Not at all. She's got herself situated at a table with a pot--and cup--of tea, hair held back by her sunglasses, and a curious deck of cards. Every now ad then as she flips the cards over she laughs, or makes a face of faint confusion--or in some cases, outright shuddering oddity.

Some of these things took thought, and she's not sure whether those thoughts really should have been acknowledged.

Totally botherable; come wonder about, or outright question her fashion choices, or enquire as to what's got her making such faces.

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[starrydome]

There's another person in the bar with hot tea.

But Elrond cuts a very different figure than Noriko.
Dark grey trousers and an inner robe fashioned from rosy silk accentuate his height. The inner robe is only partially visible beneath a dark blue outer robe, trimmed with delicate embroidery in all the colours of an early morning sunrise.

His hair is long and dark and held back from his forehead by tiny, silver pins, their heads shaped like stars. His face is framed by two intricate braids hanging down in front of his ears.

He looks at her, mildly curious.
Trying to figure out if the hair colour is her own.

[electro_kinetic]

Most everyone cuts a different figure than Noriko, which she really can't complain about--she can't find the urge to even if she wanted--but much like she's attracted Elrond's attention, said elf lord has attracted hers. Robes and braids are not, it should be said, at all standard fare for her. Her own clothes, outlandish as they may be, are at least par the course for teenagers. But as she meets his gaze with hers, one eyebrow wings up.

She speaks first. "That is a lot of embroidery for a guy." (Now she's really hoping it's a guy, because looks can be deceiving. But he does not look feminine in the least, either.)

"And a lot of hair, too."

[starrydome]

He lifts one eyebrow, amused it seems.
Then he looks down at himself, and then back at her.

"It is? I would have said it is a rather subdued look."
He cannot help but wonder what she would think of Glorfindel, should she meet him. As he far outshines Elrond both when it comes to embroidery and braids.

"Most of us wear our hair long. And we do tend to decorate our clothes so."

Then he looks at her. And since she asked, he feels that it would not be an imposition to return the question. "Is blue hair common where you are from?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Clearly where you're from and where I'm from have different definitions of subdued," she says. "Guys don't usually wear pink and blue robes. Or long braids, much less both at once."

But since they're discussing it, she pulls her sunglasses off, and shakes her head to send her hair swinging over her shoulders. The round lenses get perched back on her head and she shifts back in her seat to stretch her legs out and rest her heels on the opposing chair before pushing it out in invitation. "Nah, it's not. It's not natural at all, but that's why some enterprising individual made hair dye. So what about the braids?"

[starrydome]

He cannot help but marvel at the intensity of the colour.
"Do you know if the dye is plant based or comes from minerals?" he asks.

Woad might give such an intense blue, but he would assume that most people would balk at hair dye made with urine. And how else release the deep blue of woad?

"The braids? We find the aesthetically pleasing," he replies. "And they are practical too. They keep your hair away from your face when you work. And in battle."

Yes, battle.

[electro_kinetic]

"You know, I have no idea," she says. "I know it's vegan, and ostensibly chemical-free since the manufacturer advertises that it's PPD free too. But I've got no idea as to specifics. I know it only comes out this bright because I bleach it first."

She's been doing it for years, she's got the process pretty much down by now. She shrugs. "Why not braid it all back? That I'm used to seeing, but the two little ones by your face are new." And look complicated. Oddly enough, she can accepting fighting as a problem with long hair.

[starrydome]

"Vegan?"
The concept doesn't connect with anything he knows. And he always enjoys learning new words.
Bleaching he knows about. Though it does seem passing strange too want to do it to ones hair.

"I would tie it all back, if I was about to engage in a task where it would be useful. But they also tell of who I am, so they are not just utilitarian," he replies with a small smile.

[electro_kinetic]

"Doesn't contain any animal by-products or parts," she answers. "Like vegetarian but stricter."

She cocks her head at his description of the braids telling about who he is, and short of him being a guy who clearly has spare time int he mornings she's coming up with nothing.

"I...must not be fluent in braid, then. I have no idea what they say other than you must getup pretty early in the morning."

[starrydome]

He laughs.

It's a warm, joyful living sound. With the faintest hint of bells.

"?I would not expect you to," he replies. "But to someone who did indeed know the language of braids, they would tell that I have Noldo ancestry. That I am wed. They might even suggest that I am a healer. They tell of the Sea and of my hidden valley."

[electro_kinetic]

She blinks. And stares at the braids.

"That is awfully articulate for hair," she murmurs. "I don't think mine will ever say that much." She's also really hoping that 'hidden valley' is not a euphemism for something.

[starrydome]

He smiles.

"My people are long lived. We have had time to elaborate on these things, perhaps beyond what was strictly necessary," he says, amusement making his eyes sparkle.

[electro_kinetic]

"Perhaps?" she echoes, faintly amused. It's not that Noriko minds elaborate things; seriously, she has some pretty elaborate hair stuff herself, it's just that braiding to tell a story has never been her strong suit.

"Man. The only braiding I can do is odd numbers and cornrows, and they only work if I'm looking in mirrors to do it."

[starrydome]

"Cornrows?"

Immediately, he is curious . He loves language. Words.

[cook_the_rude]

"Those aren't tarot cards," says Hannibal Lecter, walking up behind her.

He's wearing an apron and smelling faintly of herbs and olive oil.

[electro_kinetic]

"Nope," says Noriko, tilting her head back to see Hannibal. Her chair is balanced on the back two legs, her heels and ankles resting on the tabletop. "Cards Against Humanity. The whole point of the game is to answer these black cards with the phrases on the white ones, and you're aiming to make the most amusing set for the person who has the black card."

It should go without saying after a few of the cards are revealed that there are no combinations in this game that aren't purposefully offensive to someone. "Someone let you back in the kitchen again?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Nobody has the authority to ban me," Hannibal says. "Who should do that, and what for?"

He shrugs slightly, and smiles.

"That promises to be quite an entertaining game."

[electro_kinetic]

"Someday I'll play it with you," she says.

"Vegans? If I had to guess they'd seem the most apt to disagree with your whole eating-people concept."

[cook_the_rude]

"I only ever cook animals approved for eating here," Hannibal says, "as does everybody else. And I do respect people's culinary choices; if somebody's a vegetarian, they will get vegetarian food. That is the most basic courtesy."

[electro_kinetic]

"I'd say the most basic courtesy would be not murdering people and eating them but something tells me you're going to disagree," she says, flipping the fringe of her bangs back.

"So. How goes?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Better, thank you," Hannibal says. "It's good to have working lungs."

[electro_kinetic]

"Yeah, those do seem to help," she says, and flips her skirt with a hand as she puts her feet up on the edge of the table.

[cook_the_rude]

"And here you are, trying to behave brat-like," he says, with a little smile.

[electro_kinetic]

"Me calling you on your bullshit is being a brat? Before I thought you never wanted me to change," she says dryly.

[cook_the_rude]

"No, that I don't mind," Hannibal says. "You putting your feet on the table is being a brat."

[electro_kinetic]

"I'm pretty sure the table doesn't mind," Noriko says. "Maybe I just like my shoes." They are excellently patterned.