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Aeryn is sitting in a booth. She is wearing the same old leather gear, but it looks comfortably rumpled. For once, she isn't doing anything. She isn't drinking or messing around with strange mechanical objects. She's just leaning back, a contented smile on her face. If someone were to get close enough, they might hear her humming a tune, but no, that's crazy talk.She couldn't be that happy. But sure enough, there is a smile on her face.

Has someone slipped her a good mood pill?

The chances of her killing you today are a million to one, come and chat.

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A blue-haired demon goddess wanders over.

"Hello. I am Illyria. Please tell me that you are neither human nor a demon hunter of any type."

"Neither. You're rather blunt." Aeryn was blunt too.

"I am Aeryn Sun."

Illyria smiles faintly.

"At least I can still tell non-humans apart from the masses of vermin that have taken over my home. Tell me, Aeryn Sun, what world are you from?"

"I wasn't born on a Planet." And it gets more annoying everytime someone asked her that.

"Not all humans are like that." A few weeks ago her answer may have been different.

"I do not believe that I was born precisely on a planet, either."

Illyria considers this, since she isn't quite sure she was born at all. Space and time used to be irrelevant to her kind.

"And perhaps if you had acquired a planet, and humans had stolen it away from you, you would feel differently."

"I expect I would. But you can't blame every single human for things their kind did to you."

She had warmed considerably to humans.

"Some of them would be saddened to hear what happened to you."

"Why not? They are all too quick to blame me for my reincarnation, which I had no more hand in than I had in my death. They seem to think I willfully chose to kill a single one of their kind, when her death was merely incidental to my rebirth. None of them have seemed very saddened by my loss; they are all too concerned with their own."

Illyria feels that she has conceded quite enough to humans by agreeing not to kill any more of them.

"Perhaps the humans on your own world feel that way. But bar patrons are quite different."

She smiled reassuringly.

"Perhaps. You do not seem entirely unpleasant, and the young man called Puck has graciously taken up the role of my guide. There are some that, while I doubt I will ever be precisely fond of, I would not mind meeting in battle, were it not for the rules of this place."

This reminds Illyria of a question she's been meaning to ask since her arrival.

"What exactly is this place's function? What are we to do here?"

"There isn't much to do." Aeryn admitted.

"Have a drink, meet people, go for a swim."

She sat up straighter.

"I'm not the best person to ask to be honest."

She was still in a bit of a daze, due to a certain human.

Illyria's eyes widened.

"There is a place to swim here? I have very much missed my connection to the elements. A lone plant offered greetings when I walked in, but the rest of nature seems remarkably absent. Can one go outdoors without getting lost in, well, *that*?"
Illyria points to the universe ending outside.

Aeryn pointed to the back door.

"It leads to the lake. But I've heard a shark has appeared."

She felt much more at home in any bar than outside.

"If you don't mind me asking. What are you?"

"I am Illyria, god-king of primordium."

Illyria supposed that this didn't mean much in her current state, so she elaborated. "Or, I was, before the humans showed up. Now my consciousness resides in this shell, which once housed a human named Winnifred Burkle. She is gone now."

"The death you were talking about earlier?"

She mused.

"A god stuck in a human body, it must be difficult for you."

Illyria is rather taken aback by this display of sympathy. It is an altogether foreign concept.

"It is difficult. My home world is gone, and the one that exists in its place is so changed that I do not recognize it. I had thought to try to find a role in it that suited me, but then I was here, and here is ..." Illyria considers for a moment.

"... here is fascinating. Perhaps I could stay here."

"Did you order a room?" This woman didn't seem to have many people who cared what happened to her. She was in good hands with Puck, even if he was a little cryptic.

Illyria looks puzzled.

"A room? It is possible to have rooms here? The shell's memories did not inform me that people can stay in a bar in the same way that they stay in..." Illyria searches for the word, "... a hotel. To whom must I speak if I wish to have a room?"

"Not usually, but this bar is special."

She smiled.

"The bar is sentient, so just ask it for a room and the key will appear. Or you could talk to a bartender when there is one."

Illyria supposed she could be pleasantly surprised more than once in a short while.

"Excellent. You have been entirely more helpful than the last few beings that I have encountered. I will remember your help should I ever regain my old status."

With that, Illyria walks off purposefully toward the bar, in search of a room key.

[OOC: Have to go in a few minutes. Slowtime.]

[ooc: is cool, I'll wander off and find Illyria a room. :)]

"Hey," Cassie says, leaning on the back of the booth. "Whatcha doing? It's Aeryn, right?"

Aeryn nodded, a gentle and calm nod.

"How are you finding Milliways?"

"Weird." Cassie hops over the back and sits in the seat - well, flies, but it's mostly a hop. "Do you ever get used to it?"

"No, too many strange things happen here."

Aeryn raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"I was under the impression humans didn't fly?"

"Usually, they don't." Cassie shrugs. She's only just found out who - what - her father really was; she's not really prepared to share yet. "I got granted powers by a god." She nods at the silver cuffs on her arms. "I'm the second Wonder Girl, if that means anything to you."

"Nothing. But I'm sure some people know what you mean."

"Still bound?"

"Yeah, mostly from my world. I can fly, I have super-strength, and I get constantly bugged by gods." She rolls her eyes. "Annoying."

"Yeah, still Bound. So far, anyway. I'm working on it."

"Must be useful." She grinned.

"I seem to manage without any powers. Somehow."

"Are you - human?" Cassie blinks. "Only you said something before that seemed to imply you're not, and you don't look too alien."

"Sebacean." She didn't expect Cassie to know what that was, but she didn't know how else to say it.

"Like an advanced human." It didn't leave such a bitter taste in her mouth to compare herself to a human anymore. She made a habit of getting in to deep where humans were concerned.

"Yeah? Cool." Cassie's not sure she likes the idea of an advanced human, but, hell, she's probably one herself, technically, and Aeryn seems nice. "Where are you from, then?"

"I was born on a command carrier." Since she'd arrived in Milliways, Aeryn had lost count of the amount of times she'd had to say this.

She figured she might as well get the worst over with.

"Into service as a soldier in the Peacekeeper forces."

"Oh, well, is that bad?" Cassie shrugs. It doesn't mean much to her.

"Depends on your opinion. People around here seem to be shocked by it, but I was the one who was trained as a soldier from the first solar day of my life."

"Well, it can't have been fun, but that doesn't really make it a bad thing, does it? I mean, it could be worse." Cassie feels momentarily sorry for a baby Aeryn, never having a choice in what to do. "Are you still a soldier?"

"Not really. It's part of who I am, so I'll always be one, but I'm not a member of any force."

She smiled and gave a half-hearted shrug.

"I always preferred piloting anyway."

"Yeah? Cool." Cassie senses this might be a touchy subject, so she changes it. "What do you pilot? I can't fly things, except me, but I love flying."

"A Prowler, you probably haven't heard of it." She traced a sketch of it on the velvet of the bar stool, using her fingernail as an instrument.

Cassie's not so good with vehicles, but she nods and smiles. "Looks good. My mentor had an invisible jet," she adds, fairly randomly. "Pain in the arse. I kept hitting my head on it in the hangar."

Aeryn laughed.

"A cloaked ship would be a great asset."

"Well, she can fly too, so we didn't use it all that often." Cassie shrugs. "I was never that impressed with cars and planes and stuff, honestly."

"For beings without magic, it's pretty essential."

[OOC: Gotta slowimte in five minutes]

"Yeah, of course." Cassie grins. "Fair enough. And it's not really magic that I have - just divine indulgence, I guess."

[ooc: no worries.]

"You should count yourself lucky. A lot of the worlds I have seen have an extreme lack of divine indulgence."

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