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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir is in the bar. He has coffee and waffles.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel also has coffee and waffles. She's also seen this guy around the Staff Quarters. With these things as conversation starters, she drops into a chari at the same table.

"Hi."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He nods, standing up just enough for a small bow. "Good morning."

[slayer_fray]

She grins at the bow. "Very old school.

"I'm seen you in the new wing. Thought I should say hi properly."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Old school . .? I suppose my manners could be considered old-fashioned, considering.

"I have seen you as well. I am Boromir, son of Denethor. Who might you be?"

[slayer_fray]

"Might be a lot of people," she smirks.

"My name's Melaka. Fray."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Melaka. You are a warrior, I see." He indicates the big stabby on her back. It is, truly, an impressive weapon.

[slayer_fray]

She grins the grin of shinypride, because she loves her big stabby.

"Y'could call me that, I guess," she concedes. "s'not really a word I'd use.

"What about you? You in the evil-fightin' business?" she asks, tucking into her waffles.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hinky/]

"Mm. Waffles," came the female voice from behind the son of Gondor.

If he turned around, he would find a strange-looking girl, even by her world's standards. Today, Abby Sciuto was dressed in a black mini-T, black and red plaid mini skirt, fishnets, and metal jewelry. She was off of work today, which would explain the lack of her white lab coat. Oh, and her pigtails were in place, too.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He takes in the young woman without comment. "Good morning. I have grown quite fond of waffles."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hinky/]

"Waffles are always good, especially when accompanied by caffeine," Abby said with a sage nod as she slipped onto the seat next to Boromir at the bar.

"The usual, please," she asked the bar, and it produced her big-gulp of sugarly carbonated caffiene, as usual. Smiling, she sipped at the drink happily. And people wondered why she was so perky all the time.

"I don't think I've seen you around here," she told the man, cocking her pigtailed head to one side.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I have been here only a few days."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hinky/]

"Makes sense." Another nod, and another sip from her drink. At least Abby's not working off of Red Bull like that time she drank about seventeen at one party.

"I'm Abigail Sciuto, by the way." She felt an odd need to actually tell him her real name. Maybe it was the whole warrior thing going on. She stuck her hand out for a handshake with a friendly grin.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He clasps her hand and lightly kisses the back. "I am Boromir, son of Denthor," he says and lets it go. "I am pleased to meet you, Abigail."

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara has coffee and bagels. She's been looking for familiar people, and so wanders over.

"Good morning."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Sara," he says warmly.

[lvpd_sidle]

She inclines her head towards his hands, which are notably bruised. "Been working on the staff quarters?"

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I have." He studies his hands. "I have helped hang cabinets. I am rather better with a sword than I am with a hammer."

[lvpd_sidle]

She smiles. "There's nothing wrong with that. I was helping them paint earlier, and met Asar Suti. Very nice fellow. Do you mind if I sit down?"

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Of course, do sit. I have also met Asar-Suti. He's . . . charmingly odd."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Boromir."

Asar-Suti turns up, smiling at the waffles and the coffee. Breakfast at Milliways does get even dead people from High Fantasy worlds acclimatised pretty fast.

"How are things with you? And thanks for your help the other day."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Good morning. I am quite well this morning, how are you?" As for the other, he just waves his hand. "It was good to do something physical."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Oh, everything is very good; I will start gardening as I found the construction work very entertaining. It is good to do something with your hands, I have to agree very much on that point."

Asar-Suti gets a mug of coffee from the bar and adds, "Are you getting used to the weirdness here, yet? I hope things aren't toos trange or bewildering for you?"

They probably are - this is Boromir, after all. Asar-Suti is still impressed by the fact.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Well." He smiles faintly. "The fact that I am dead is strange enough. All else?" He shrugs. "Takes a rather less bewildering tone."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti laughs. "You will get used to it. I have a friend named Blais who says 'I'm dead, what else can happen?' before he tries something outrageously new without any fear at all. I find it's a good attitude for those that are."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir chuckles. "I think I shall copy his attitude. There may be adventures for me yet, even in death."