http://no-more-chianti.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] no-more-chianti.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-05-08 04:14 am

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(OOC: Following this bit of Canonpuncture and breakage ...)

Clarice is hunched up in a chair by the fire, still wearing her sundress. She has not changed clothes. She has not slept. She reads her copy of "Silence of the Lambs" with a kind of desperate attention, but every so often she has to set it down.


[Summary: Clarice is broken, broken, broken. Meg and Angua give her practical advice, she confesses some things to Barry, she therapizes talks to Ron about Harry and being fictional, the Opera Ghost serenades her creepily, and Aziraphael is at a loss for advice.]
someonesdog: (Human!Angua)

[personal profile] someonesdog 2005-05-08 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
Worried about the tired demeanour of the other policeman, Angua takes a chair nearby.

"Hi, Clarice."
someonesdog: (Human!Angua)

[personal profile] someonesdog 2005-05-08 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you OK? You look a little tired?" Actually she looks awful.
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[personal profile] someonesdog 2005-05-08 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Same," Angua agrees. "Been a lot better, as it happens."

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[identity profile] silverageflash.livejournal.com 2005-05-08 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
Barry enters the bar, looking for breakfast, but finding Clarice.

"Good morning."

[identity profile] silverageflash.livejournal.com 2005-05-08 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi. How goes it?

"What's that you're reading?"

[identity profile] silverageflash.livejournal.com 2005-05-08 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
He looks perplexed, and takes the book. He studies it.

"I recall this name. It was a film, a few years back my time. Got a lot of prizes. My wife saw it. Said it was creepy. But I don't know much about it.

"What's up?"
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[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-08 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
Clarice? *Meg blinks at her, worried.* You all right?
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[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-08 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
. . . I'm going to take it that's a no, *Meg says, and sits down near her.*

What's happened?
balletrat: (warymeg - shati)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-08 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
. . . it's not his mad telepathic skills, is it? *Meg asks, worriedly.*

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[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-05-08 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
"You alright then?" Ron asked, his eyebrows raised, stopping in the middle of his trek to the Bar for foodage. "You look upset."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-05-08 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ron came over and sat down. "You're not alright. What's wrong?"

He eyed the book in her hands curiously.

[identity profile] feintsoncue.livejournal.com 2005-05-08 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
And from the rafters above Clarice comes a haunting beautiful male tenor voice

"I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...
"

And the rafters are empty, except for a single rose stem floating softly down to land in her lap.

[identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com 2005-05-08 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
*Aziraphael wanders over, slightly concerned*

Hello, Clarice.

[identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com 2005-05-08 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Are you feeling quite alright? You're looking rather... odd, really.

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