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[patterns_bloom]

Alana Bloom takes a long time to screw up her courage. She tells herself that she's only leaving a note--just an inquiry, really--and eventually gathers her wits and figures out what she wants to say.


To whom it may concern,

My name is Alana Bloom, and I have frequently suffered harassment at the hands of one Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He is from my world and often tortures me about events from there that occur in his timeline--specifically my future. Does this count as outside business?

I appreciate any advice you care to impart on this matter. Thank you for your kind attention and quick response.

Dr. Alana Bloom

After she drops the note off at the bar, Alana takes a seat there. Bar offers her a latte, and she sips at it gratefully while waiting for someone from Security to respond, her knee jiggling.

[OOC: Open to all, and open forever.]

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[patterns_bloom]

Alana rubs her eyes. "I do," she says, her tone resigned. "Eventually, the day will come when I am sick of waiting, and then I'll ask you to come back with me. Maybe in a month or so. Thank you for your patience as well."

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X shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

"I am here a lot."

Beat.

"It is okay."

[ooc: Sorry for the long delay. Folks were in town and I was hosting.]

[patterns_bloom]

"Thanks, X," Alana says, inclining her head. "I appreciate that."

[OOC: No worries at all! Incidentally, I believe we are also at a good point for a fade? Thanks for the thread!]

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X reaches out to pat Alana's shoulder, just once.

Then she stands up and vanishes into the crowd.

[ooc: Sounds good to me. Thanks!]