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[sai_delgado]

She comes in from outside and goes up to the bar-- at which point a broom-shaped package wrapped in brown paper appears, addressed to her. Susan Delgado looks very startled, and then beams.

Shortly afterwards, she's curled up in her usual spot, with hot chocolate. The broom is leaning against the end of the couch where she can see it clearly-- and she is still smiling, say true.

[Susan meets Ben Hawkins, for great language confusion and then further confusion at finding out that he's a messiah, of sorts; talks with Lysistrata about oceans, weather, and Caspian; accepts Roger's apology, discusses AIDS, and suggests he see Simon; and then talks with Rent!Angel again about the Phantom situation and his friend's trouble, for unexpected pain, as the friend is Val... (slowtimed)]

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben, who happened to be passing by, paused to glance at the smiling girl with the broom.

"Hey." Ben's feeling a little more talkative today than usual.

[sai_delgado]

She looks up at him, still smiling.

"Goodeven, sai -- long days and pleasant nights."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben looked a little confused. Perhaps because the dialect he speaks varies a fair bit from hers. No matter.

[sai_delgado]

She looks back at him with some concern, noticing his confusion.

"Is aught the matter, sai?"

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm. Not entirely understanding her but working hard to figure out some translation of the dialect, he offered his hand for shaking in the mean time. "Ben Hawkins. Nice ta meetcha." Finally coming to some conclusion, he added. "'M fine, just don't understand mucha what you're sayin'."

[sai_delgado]

She meets his hand with her own, returning the gesture, and says, "We're well-met, sai Hawkins, I'd hope."

"I'm Susan Delgado, late of Hambry in Mejis-- and it's Mejis-speak that ye're hearing, the dialect, do'ee ken?"

Her smile is rueful as she adds, "Yer own dialect is different from others I've heard here, say true."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"I'm from the South." Ben said, trying to explain. "Guess folks don't understand neither of us." She might notice that he does not smile back, although this is probably because he's an introvert. He isn't trying to be unfriendly or anything.

"Mejis? I ain't hearda there. Is that your world?"

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata, who is lounging nearby, sees the wrapped package and grins.
"Hello Susan. How are you?"

[sai_delgado]

"I'm well, lady-sai; and yerself, how do'ee fare?"

Susan smiles back at her.

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

"I am a bit warm." She begins to fan herself harder. "But otherwise I am well. I'm waiting for Caspian to appear."

[sai_delgado]

"Mayhap he'll be here soon, then," she says, glancing around. "I'd not noticed the heat, say true-- ye're not sick, are ye?"

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

"I hope so. He has not been around very much, mostly because he is working on his boat."
She touches her forehead.
"I don't think I'm coming down with anything. Nothing feels any worse than it usually does.. Maybe you are a biit more used to the heat than me. I live on the ocean, and so am accustomed to cooler breezes off the sea."

[sai_delgado]

Susan looks a little thoughtful.

"Nay-- I grew up near the ocean as well, but it were very warm there; the winter here were harder to accept."

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

As he glances up to give his eyes a rest from his notebook, Roger stills when he catches sight of Susan.

Shit.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, attention going back to the notebook for a moment as he silently debates with himself. Then, he sighs, and scoops it up before sliding out of his booth.

Doesn't matter if Faith already talked to her; he needs to at least try and apologise in person.

[sai_delgado]

She glances up as he approaches, and her bright smile fades.

"Goodeven, sai. Long days and pleasant nights." It's much more wary than the last time she'd greeted him, say true.

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

Roger nods, an automatic gesture. "Yeah. Uh. Same to you."

He takes a seat some distance from her and twists the notebook between his hands, not meeting her eyes at first.

"I'm sorry, Susan," he says finally, and takes a breath. "I know that's not -- I didn't mean to scare you, though. I swear to God. Something was screwing with my head when it happened, I don't do things like that...."

[sai_delgado]

"Yer friend Angel said ye weren't like that usually, say true."

Susan watches him for a long moment, and then sighs. "Did anyone tell ye that -- that others were made to act different as well?"

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Faith told me about it when I was in the cells. Said it was a couple other people."

[sai_delgado]

Susan nods.

"So-- it'd seem it weren't yer fault, then, sai."

[the_antiangst]

Angel sees her and heads over, tea in hand.
"Hello again."

[sai_delgado]

"Goodeven, sai Angel," she says, looking up at him.

"Long days and pleasant nights."

[the_antiangst]

"...You know, I'm starting to get the feeling I'm missing some of the phrase there. How are you?"

[sai_delgado]

"Missing what?" She looks a little confused. "Oh, do'ee mean the response?"

"I'm well enough, thankee-sai, and yerself? How do'ee fare?"

[the_antiangst]

"I guess it would be the response - didn't even know there was one. It just didn't feel like it was complete.
"And I'm doing all right. I had a lot on my mind last night, but I think I've sorted most of it out."

[sai_delgado]

"Ye're not the first to ask, sai Angel." Susan smiles at him. "It's 'and may ye have twice the number.' "

"Did'ee, then?" She looks at him and then offers hesitantly, "I'd listen, if ye'd wish to speak of it."