milliways_bar | Suti tries to be comforting; PeeJee fangirls in the Joker's general direction

Suti tries to be comforting; PeeJee fangirls in the Joker's general direction

Writing hasn't helped.

Drinking hasn't helped, more's the pity.

Working hasn't helped. Watching ChooChoo Bear frighten the irritating hasn't helped.

So PeeJee is back at Milliways, this time with a potted plant. She'll watch for Kitt again tonight, and if he's still gone... well, she'll have something to leave for him. But first, to the Bar. "Bar, can you give me... a card and one of those florist's card-holder pitchfork things?"

During the pause left where someone with a voice would have raised an eyebrow and asked if that was a technical term, PeeJee notices a notice.

The requested items appear. "Thanks," PeeJee says, still looking at the note, thoughtful.

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"Helly PeeJee - what are you planning to do with the fern?"

Asar-Suti staaaaares at her.

"It's a gift," she says simply. "Hey. How're you?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Asar-Suti says. "Have you heard of Kitt, then?"

Tact? What tact?

She shook her head. "Nothing yet. I'm still hoping."

And waiting and worrying and hurting.

In a year, I may not love you.

It had been fair warning, really.

"I am sorry to hear that," Asar-Suti says, looking at her sadly.

He remembers Charlie waiting for Bartleby, and imagines PeeJee must feel similar.

"Can I get you a drink? Ice cream? A lewd movie? Anything to help you take your mind off fretting? Because really, there's nothing we can do now."

"... You're very sweet, Asar-Suti, but... either I'll be okay or I won't. It depends on... if and how he comes back."

And it was probably past time to tell Karr.

"I read about that hypothetical they have in Earth philosophy - I read about it," Asar-Suti ventures. "I think the whole affair is at that stage, and none of us can open the box. So, while you wait, I can at least help you with it by providing distraction, as there is nothing else."

He gently puts his arm around her for a moment to signal emotional support despite his matter-of-fact attitude, and then steps back with a smile. "So, what can I conjure for you?"

~~Well, meeting the Joker has been a distraction...~~

"You really don't have to, sweetie. If I wanted to be distracted, I could've stayed home to watch ChooChoo engulfing birds."

Asar-Suti smiles at being called 'sweetie', imagining the Cheysuli who gave him giref the day before yesterday could hear the 'foul, fetid, noxious' god of the Ihlini being called 'sweetie'.

"Are you here with the intention to sit here and fret on purpose?" he then akss, looking innocent.

Asar-Suti should perhaps not be so flattered. PeeJee has called both Karr and Anthy 'sweetie.' It is a thing she calls people. Frequently, they are evil, insane, or vaguely homicidal, as in the case of her best friends Aubrey and Davan.

"I'm here because I don't know how time is moving in Xanth and... waiting at home just made me worse, really. I want to be here when he comes back, if I can."

Pity she's missed him coming and going due to being passed out on the couch-- and looking the wrong direction.

That is something that often happens to Asar-Suti as well - missing people coming and going, especially when it's most important. When Bartleby took the three people Asar-Suti loved most with him to hell, the purple god never knew until afterwards when he had to deal with the aftermath.

"So, you intend to stare at the door until he walks through it?" Asar-Suti asks. It doesn't sound like a very brilliant plan to him.

"No. I intend to find places to sit where I can see the door, and hope I catch him. It's... not really so different from coming to Milliways hoping I'll see him." Which was kind of how their relationship worked. They both came to the bar, whether to meet each other or not.

"So you need friends to sit and chat while you wait, so you don't get bored or start imagining unpleasant things?" Asar-Suti asks, volunteering at the same time.

There's a long pause before PeeJee answers.

"I won't run you off, but I can't promise I'll be much company. I was just going to write, or read."

"Reading is good in such cases - can I get you a book, then?"

Asar-Suti seems determined to be helpful in some way.

PeeJee rather sheepishly pulls Tears of the Giraffe out of her bag.

It sounded interesting.

Besides, it's not anyone's canon yet.

Asar-Suti goggles slightly about the titled.

"I am sure that is not about African wildlife," he says.

"Apparently, it's about an African detective agency. They didn't have the first in the series, but it looked interesting. I flipped through a few pages-- it's stylized, a bit, but I liked what I saw."

"Detective agency? Like, in a murder mystery? I've been reading a murder mystery as well - it's very fascinating!"

Asar-Suti smiles at her with a little shrug - there are still things that are new to the purple god.

"I have no idea what kinds of mysteries, not yet. It was an impulse book."

"Oh, those are sometimes the best ones," Asar-Suti says. "You can't always find what you look for, but sometimes you find things you weren't looking for instead. Bookshops are wonderful for that."

Asar-Suti loves bookshops.

PeeJee looks kind of guilty. "I got it at the bulk club," she said. "I ran out of cat food."

"What's a bulk club?" Asar-Suti asks. He's never heard of such a thing.

~~Nor has his mun, actually.~~

"It's... like a grocery store, only huge and most of them don't just carry food, but furniture and clothes and books and music. And it's all cheaper than retail because it's bought and sold in massive quantities, and more stored than displayed. Like a warehouse."

"Sounds very much like a good place for finding things you weren't looking for," Asar-Suti says. "Things will just come random there, I suppose, whatever they could get in bulk?"

"Some stuff is regular. Staples, like... flour, rice, hamburger. Cheerios. Milk, eggs. Other stuff sort of rotates, like you said, with whatever they can get in bulk."

"What are cheerios?" Asar-Suti asks again. Modern Earth life is full of mysteries.

"Cereal. Which is hard to explain further without an example."

Yay for anything Latin coming ut Old Speech for Asar-Suti, through the translation charms in effect here.

"Grains? Corn?" he ventures, trying to make sense of what his brain gives him.

"Telly ou what - when you've read it, can I read it as well? I think I like detective mysteries. But I really have to go now; Gil's coming off his shift soon and ---"

A slight purple blush, and then the purple god of magic gives the purple-haired girl a brief hug, and scampers off.

[[OOC: Because his mun must work early tomorrow, and sleep now, woe! See you around.]]

She hugged back and let him go.

((Dude, no problem, Hat needs a nap like you wouldn't believe.))

The Joker appears next to her. ""

PeeJee does not stare.

She does, however, wish Aubrey were here.

Because damn.

"I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm PeeJee.

"Nice haircolor. I can never get mine that shade."

He laughs. ""

He rips out a small lock of hair and holds it out to her, trying to show her that it's even green down in the roots under the skin.

"... At least you never have to touch it up?"

Okay. Okay. Ask if she can keep the chunk of Jokerhair as a present for Aubrey or run screaming into the...

Early afternoon. No one ever runs screaming into the early afternoon. "It suits you, though."

He tosses the hairs onto the counter casually with a grin. ""

"Can I ask something of you?"

This is the part where PeeJee either gets killed or proves herself amusing.

"My best friend is a huge fan of your work. Would you... be willing to sign an autograph for her?"

He whips out his pen with a 4' feather attached. "" From the leer on his face, he's not talking about signing his J on a bit of paper ...

"Slick trick. Um. Bar?"

The Bar produces an eight-by-ten glossy of the Joker, grinning cheerfully. "I'd offer a thigh," PeeJee says apologetically, "But Aubrey and I have this agreement about how the survivor is and isn't to display the remains of whoever goes first, and she'll want this on her wall somewhere."

"" He turns to write on the glossy. His tongue sticks out as he concentrates.

''

... With her luck, she'd let the Joker autograph a boob and THIS would be the night Kitt a) came back and b) wanted to play with them.

PeeJee briefly considers this as a valid plan of action.

Luckily she's distracted by the message-- and beams. "Oh, she'll love that. Thank you so much. The next time I feed some drunken asshole his own beer bottle, I'll do it thinking of you."

He laughs. ""

Still grinning, she salutes.

It's really a very good salute.

"Yes, sir."

You know, it's really quite possible PeeJee's boyfriend was right about her making dangerous friends.

"Never heard of her." Which is a very great pity, really. "Good luck, though."

"" He wanders off.

"Thanks for the smile!" she calls after him.

She needed that.

And she had the best birthday present ever for Aubrey. Or the best 'when I get home' present ever, because her birthday was too far away.

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