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[blue_ajah]

*The air near a certain table shimmers, and Moiraine appears. She glances around, then starts toward the bar. As she does so, Holly runs up, chittering, and brings a cup of tea. The Aes Sedai smiles in appreciation, then settles down with tea and her journal.*

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

If she were to look up, she would see a somewhat unfamiliar sight approaching the table. It's Anakin, in jeans and a T-shirt. He's changed out of the one from earlier, and this one reads, "Milliways Bar Security Staff: Protectionating the People Since Landlord Knows When."

"Hello, lady."

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine looks up at the sound of his voice, and then blinks.*

Good evening, Anakin.

*A pause.*

You look different this evening.

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

"Lady Bar decided a new look was in order."

A small grin. "This, though, is better than before. The shirt that she gave me originally reduced both Kitty and Meg to giggles."

[blue_ajah]

*She tilts her head, studying him curiously, and gestures for him to join her.*

What did the original one say, then?

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

He sits and looks a little shifty. "'Jedi do it forcefully.'"

Yes, he is blushing a little.

[blue_ajah]

*She maintains her composure, although a very light flush tints her cheek.*

I think I shall not ask if it was correct in its assessment, then. *Serenely, if a bit dry.*

Other than that, how are matters with you?

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin tries, very, very hard, but he cannot control the snort of laughter that escapes him. "Thank you, Moiraine," he says.

When he manages to get himself under control again, he answers he question. "All right. I've made progress on a project I was working on, but I also had another fight with Leia."

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine looks calmly at him.*

I take it that there has been no improvement in the situation between you? It has been some time.

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

"There was a short time in which we were civil, but it's passed again."

He looks at the table. "I never seem to say the right thing."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Small and dark, wearing blue, check. Gold chain on her forehead and key-and-lock pendant, check. (Hey, gunslingers have sharp eyes.)

This must be the Lady Moiraine.

Alain approaches, and bows to her politely. "Long days and pleasant nights, sai."

[blue_ajah]

*She inclines her head in return and says,*

And may you have twice the number.

*Dark eyes study him carefully.*

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He returns her gaze calmly. "Am I right that you are the Lady Moiraine?"

[blue_ajah]

I am Moiraine. *Her tone is serene.* And although I do have claim to the title of Lady, here I am simply Moiraine.

*She tilts her head, studying him.*

I have seen you before, I believe, on the night that Roland was returned. You are a gunslinger, I presume?

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He nods, one hand lightly brushing the butt of a gun in an automatic gesture.

"Alain Johns of Gilead, son of Chris. Roland told me of you, sai, and that we ought to meet."

[blue_ajah]

I am glad that we have the chance to do so, then.

*Moiraine indicates an empty seat at the table with a calm smile.*

Would you join me?

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He inclines his head with a smile, and sits.

[blue_ajah]

*She studies him carefully for a long moment, taking in his age and his calm demeanor, and then Moiraine tilts her head.*

Are you settling in well, then, Alain?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After his conversation with Cole (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3668844.html?thread=145987180#t145987180) at the bar, Indy makes his way over to the Aes Sadai's table. He hesitates for a moment before addressing her politely.

"Good evening, Moiraine. Please excuse the interruption, but... might I have a word?"

[blue_ajah]

*She looks up and smiles a serene greeting, beckoning him to a seat at the table.*

Good evening, Indy. Certainly -- join me, if you wish.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

He sits down. "Hm... it's been a while since we talked hasn't it. How is married life treating you?"

[blue_ajah]

It has been quite some time indeed. *Moiraine smiles at his next question.*

Very well, Indy, thank you. *Dark eyes glow with quiet contentment.*

How are matters with you?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Very well actually. Lorelai and I are still dating, and Mike and I now share a suite."

"Things have been pretty quiet. We've spent a lot of time up there because it's pretty self-contained and has a lot of marvellous modern conveniences. Bernard did us proud really. And Mike is a decent chef to boot."

"But... I missed the excitement of the monsters."

"I miss all the excitement," he notes sourly.

[blue_ajah]

I am glad to hear that things are well with you.

*Moiraine is calm, but studying him carefully indeed.*

Excitement. Is that how you would see such a thing, Indy? Would you seek a greater role in such things? Consider carefully what you ask.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I don't actively seek to put myself in harms way. But I've been living here for a while now, and I'd have liked to have helped out."

"I'm actually rather enjoying my time here now, and as such, I feel a certain debt to this old place."

He waves a pre-emptively dismissive hand. "I know... the problem was dealt with. I just... in my world I was something of a hero it turns out, though I didn't know it at the time. I have discovered it since."

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine thinks of Andrew telling her about stories that cross between the worlds, and her gaze sharpens slightly.*

You are a hero, Indy?

*A pause.*

I am not particularly surprised to hear that, as it happens.