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[true_desire]

Desire appears in the bar.
There's no real reason: Desire doesn't appear to be looking for anyone in particular, nor plotting anything more wicked than lighting a cigarette and ordering a drink.
Perhaps the Endless is merely bored.

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[balletrat]

*Or perhaps the Endless wants a visit from its daughter?

In any case, it's got one . . .*

[true_desire]

I think this Endless can live with that.

"Bon soir, petite -- Ça va?"

[balletrat]

Ca va bien, *Meg answers, politely, and sits down next to him, with a small smile.* Et toi?

[true_desire]

"Bien, merci." Desire puts an arm about Meg's shoulders, giving the ballerina a small hug. "And what have you been up to?"

[balletrat]

*Meg grins and leans against his shoulder.* Well, I fell in the river yesterday . . .

[true_desire]

"And how did you manage that, petite?"

[balletrat]

I wasn't looking where I was going, *Meg says sheepishly.*

[true_desire]

"...And you managed to missed the Seine sneaking up on you? Tch."

"Something you want to talk about, petite?"

[balletrat]

I was . . . distracted.

*Meg twirls a curl around her finger, and frowns.*

I dunno. Not - particularly, I guess.

[kabeleced]

Oh no! A bored Endless is a tragedy. (Well. Not in and of itself, but it's been known to cause them. You think Oedipus would've got up to all that by himself?)

Now the bored Endless has someone behind him, hands over his eyes. "Guess who."

[true_desire]

'Sightless,' the Endless smirks, and looks thoughtful.

"How many guesses do I have?"

[kabeleced]

Anonymous Person grins, then puts on his stern face. It wouldn't do for the grin to go through to his speech.

"Well, that depends entirely on how many you believe you'll need, doesn't it?"

[true_desire]

"So it does," Desire muses, reaching up with the hand not busy with a cigarette: It settles lightly on the 'mystery man's' arm.

"Definietly not Prince Harry."

[kabeleced]

He blinks.

"Who's Prince Harry?"

[true_desire]

"British fellow. Royalty," Desire offers. "A little after your time."

"Not Oedipus. I wouldn't want to marry your mother, either."

[kabeleced]

Shifty-like: "Well, perhaps he was before my time and screwed up so terribly we don't speak of him anymore. After King John signed the Magna Carta no English kings were named John, so."

Beat.

"Mothers generally are not that attractive. I imagine Jocasta was, though."

[true_desire]

"I might be able to think of another," comes the playful jibe. "We won't speak of her, however, since her husband might be around."

"And I think it's safe to say you are not a pirate -- unless you've taken up adventure on the high seas while I wasn't watching."

[kabeleced]

"Oh, I might well be a pirate. You never know." Beat. "Mate."

He doesn't think he's being quite mysterious enough. Tragedy. (Or not, really.)

[pirate_jack]

*From over at the bar, Jack grins, and then bows elaborately.*

[true_desire]

Desire returns the grin, and repeats the greeting -- whether it's a curtsey or a bow, well. Let the looker decide.

The Endless abandons the usual seat to join Jack at the bar, smiling faintly.

[pirate_jack]

*Jack offers a glass and a wicked grin.*

Rum?

[true_desire]

"Don't mind if I do," the Endless grins, picking up an empty glass and passing it toward the pirate.

[pirate_jack]

*Jack pours it full with a flourish and hands it back.*

There you are. *His glance is pure mischief.* How've you been, then?

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He looks around and spots Delirium, but ... he'd just left her, didn't he?. He examines 'her' a long time, then comes over. "Lady Del?"