http://skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-03-18 07:22 pm

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From the back door storms the Valkyrie. Its been wet and cold and rainy and overall miserable outside- all the better for trying to work off a temper. And given Ace's good advice, she's totally forgotten she's wearing the space agey red and black armor.

What? It fits well and she can move around easily. You're not going to make her self-conscious of it again, are you?

Mwaha.

[identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com 2005-03-19 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Not a Guardian of the Beam, then. That's some relief.

Even if nothing else about the description is. Milliways: the most efficient way to break a gunslinger's brain.

He is, at least, getting quite good at setting things aside to boggle over later. For now, he blinks, and nods -- not without sympathy, if this serpent's counterpart in her world will be on the other side of that battle -- and says, "I will look for him, then. For all of them, if I can keep all that straight well enough."

He can keep the descriptions straight. He has a well-trained memory. Treating it matter-of-factly is a slightly different matter.

[identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com 2005-03-19 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs.

"I promise to try. Though it would be easier if I knew what hot chocolate was."

[identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com 2005-03-19 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Alain actually has not met the waitrats yet. He's seen them scurrying around with orders, though, as part of the background insanity of this place, and so he isn't too startled.

"Aye? I've asked for things I know, mostly. Not very adventurous, I wot."

He tries the hot chocolate.

It's startlingly sweet. And also very good indeed. His eyebrows go up appreciatively. Looks like Alain now has a new option for caffeinated beverages.

[identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com 2005-03-19 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
He's still a confirmed coffee drinker, say sorry. But now there will be variation.

"Wise of you. Gods only know what giant serpents and... cars and such consider a good dinner."

He remembers, belatedly, that she works for the gods, and reminds himself to watch that sort of automatic phrasing around her.

[identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com 2005-03-19 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
Look, the staring is back. "...The giant serpent bakes strawberry cakes?"

He shakes his head, with a breath of laughter, and looks back down at the hot chocolate. "I should learn to stop even trying to figure this place out, should I not?"

[identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com 2005-03-19 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
He stands, too, politely.

"Wise advice, sai. And thankee for the hot chocolate." A smile. "Long days and pleasant nights."