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"Hey, how goes?" It's an Ace, with a milkshake. And her coin. She's still making it dance between her fingers, because, sadly, she's still bored. This isn't a good thing.

"S'good," Mel says, grinning. "Had to wash the shirt though. How goes it with you?"

Ace stares, just a little, and makes a mental note to pick up Mel a few more shirts. Anyone who likes tourist shirts that much deserves more of them.
"It goes. M'bored. Thinkin' about trying to trap a bunny again."

She's American. It's London. She has to have a tourist shirt. It's like a disease.

"Yeah? Got any plans about it?"

Ace shakes her head.
"Nope. The last plan would have worked, if they hadn't ganged up on me." So, is Mel available for Ace-retrieval later?

Of course she is ~~except her mun'll be asleep, damn timezones~~

"How're you gonna stop them ganging up on you?"

~~That's alright, maybe all the blood pooling in Ace's head will get her to think things through a little better~~

"Err... dunno?" No, Ace hasn't thought about this. She's only thought that it'd be a lot of fun to catch a bunny. She hasn't thought about what she plans to do with it after she catches it either.

No wait, she has. Something to do with taking the bunny hostage and demanding the little white bunny in a prisoner transfer. Not the greatest plan ever.

Who said the little white bunny was a prisoner? Maybe ace shoudl talk to somebody, whop is totally not Mel, who knows the little white bunny personally.

Or maybe not. Mel didn't think that, anyway.

"Well, how did they manage it last time? I only caught the aftermath."

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Jaina walks by, stopping when she notices Mel sitting at a table. "Hey Mel," she greets with a grin. "How've you been?"

"Good," Mel says. "Went to twenty-first century London. How're you?"

"London? Is that a place on Earth?" she asks. "I'm Alright. Getting in a lot of lightsaber training lately."

"Yeah, it's on Earth," Mel replies. "Other part of the planet to me, though. Three hundred years earlier, too.

"Trainin's good. How's it coming?"

"Three hundred years earlier? Force, that must've been interesting.

"Very well, actually. I've found someone to teach me a couple of new techniques, and I'm making some progress."

"It was," Mel admits. "Shorter, cleaner and much greener than my city.

"That's good," she adds, grinning. "New techniques are always useful."

"What city are you from?" Jaina asks, even though she knows she probably wouldn't recognize it.

"Very useful. Next time we spar, don't expect me to be as easy on you." She grins.

"New York," Mel says, not expecting Jaina to recognise it either. "Where's you from.

"I wouldn't expect you to," she adds. "You were far too easy on me last time."