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[balletrat]

*Meg comes into the bar.

Her name is not Katrina.*

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[senseandreason.livejournal.com]

Ichabod is unaware of this. He hurries over, looking delighted.

"Katrina!"

He slows as he approaches, looking around the bar in a slightly hunted manner.

"This is no place for you."

[balletrat]

*Meg gives him a WTF look.

See? WTF look!*

Er. Who's Katrina?

[senseandreason.livejournal.com]

He slows even further. To a stop, in fact.

"Either the world is insane, or I am..."

[balletrat]

Quite possibly both, *Meg says, helpfully.* The world definitely. You I'm not sure about, but I'll be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

[senseandreason.livejournal.com]

He looks slightly lost.

"Katrina, is this one of your... I thought you'd left that sort of thing behind in Sleepy Hollow."

[balletrat]

*Blink blink blink. The WTF look has returned!*

First off - my name's not Katrina. Second, I've never been to Sleepy Hollow. I don't even know where Sleepy Hollow is.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew ambles over.*

Hey, Meg.

*He glances curiously at the new guy.*

[senseandreason.livejournal.com]

"Katrina..."

It's not really aimed at her, though. More a general confused exclamation; more effective than a deity he refuses to believe in.

[balletrat]

Hullo, Andrew. This poor person thinks I'm a person I'm not from a place I've never been, *Meg says, by way of explanation.*

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet bounces over, setting down her milkshake. It's apparent she's been waiting for the older girl. "Will you teach me now?"

[balletrat]

Of course! *Meg grins.* Want to head out back? There's more room out there -

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Yes please!" She's not excited, nope not at all. "I just have my normal clothes, I didn't know what to wear."

[balletrat]

As a matter of fact, *Meg says, with a cheerful grin,* I've thought of that.

*Meg Giry, spreading tutus throughout the universe!

Universe, fear.*

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet's eyes widen. "Ooohhh. I'm gonna go put it on! I'll be right back!"

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles.* Best for dancing in, tutus are, *she tells her, and leans against the bar to wait.*

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet runs upstairs. If she knew what Star Wars was she'd note that Meg was being Yoda-esque...but she doesn't know Star Wars.

She comes down in the tutu, still wearing her purple socks and sneakers. "Well?"

[balletrat]

*Meg looks thoughtful for a second.*

It's rather soon to start you on toe shoes, but you're going to need something better than that for your feet - I'd say just socks but it's cold out back . . .

*She puts a hand on the bar.* Bar? Waterproof slippers, please?

*A pair obediently appears. They are violently pink and green striped, because the Bar thinks it's clever.*

[kabeleced]

Reg would think this terribly obvious. Oh well.

"Hello!"

He's also bright yellow. Just as a note.

[balletrat]

*But poor Ichabod didn't, alas.

Meg blinks.*

Feeling sunshiny today, Reg?

[kabeleced]

Reg also blinks. "Hm?"

[balletrat]

You're very jaune, *Meg explains.*

[kabeleced]

"... I am?"

Reg looks down at himself and blinks. "Oh. Well then. I suppose I am feeling sunshiny."

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles.* Well, nothing wrong with sunshiny. What else is new? I haven't seen you in ages.

[kabeleced]

Reg shrugs. "Dunno. Nothing much, really. Well -- besides this, anyway," he says, gesturing to his skin. "How about you?"

He saw her at the wedding, but she looked Preoccupied. And quite content. So.

[balletrat]

Not too terribly much. *Meg considers.* Oh - did you hear I've got a new cousin? On the your-side-of-the-family side?