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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is in the bar with the usual amount of implicated doom. It sort of hovers around him like an aura or something. At the moment, he has no plot, and is thus rendered even more dangerous. Scarier still, he has TEA.

The tea is scary because it means he isn't trying to disown his dark side by drowning it in alcohol. It may mean the dark side is sleeping, or it may mean it's fingering the knife.

Care to take a gamble and poke at the Traitor Betrayed?

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He's not poking, but he is sitting quietly in a nearby booth brooding. This is also unusual for him. Mostly because he looks like he's actually deep in thought. It seems that his conversation with Malcome got him thinking. The man wasn't worthless afterall. Just don't ask him what he's thinking about. It will surely make him cranky.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Radiccio," Gorlim hails as a manner of greeting.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He does not look up. Infact he hardly seems to notice.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

The fact that the presumptuous bastard was not replying with snark meant something. Gorlim intended to try to find out what. This could be interesting.

He wanders closer, saying nothing.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He closes his eyes for a few moments when he finally notices Gorlim move closer. When he opens them, he sighs, but does not look up from the table in front of him.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I can almost see smoke rising from your ears," he says dryly.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"Quite clever." Is the arid reply.

He lifts his head and continues staring, at the other side of the booth.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"It isn't clever," he says, crossing his arms, "nor is it intended to be. But it did get you talking. I'm not sure whether that's a mistake yet. However, you seem troubled. You might consider that this entertains me, or you might consider that I am sickly curius, or you might even pretend that I care. Take your pick of reasons, but you strike me as potentially fascinating company tonight."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

A slow blink of acknowledgment.

"Then it is a shame that I will not be humouring your morbid curiosity." *Levelly*

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Girl.

Floating, not walking.

Pink hair, in braids.

Cup of tea.

"What kind is yours?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim stares at the pink braids. He smiles at the girl, though. "Cinnamon," he replies. "My turn. Why is your hair pink?"

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

"Because," replies Fenny, "my boyfriend's skin was blue for a while. And we thought my hair would look nice pink. My turn - what's your name?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Blue!" He grins. "Well it's good to know that works here like it did back home. Scare the enemy, attract the ladies..." His banter is more friendly han flirtatious. "I'm Gorlim. And I'll see your question and raise you an offer of another cup of tea if you tell me what yours is. It smells nice."

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

"My name is Fenchurch. My tea is Red Rose, but it isn't made of red roses."

She turns her head to the side a little.

"I never did get why they called it that ... oh, and we didn't meet here, we met in London. Where's home?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Roses make a good tea, though, if you take just the part that smells good." He crosses his legs on the bench and nods to the one opposite, inviting her to sit. "Home's under the sea, alas! But once upon a time it was Dorthonion. Where's London? We can't have meet there, I've never heard of it."

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Fenchurch giggles.

"No, I mean Arthur and I met in -- er -- oh. Um."

She lost her point already, and moves to sit in the proferred space.

"London's gone too. It exploded - but I used to live there."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you mean you and him... met in... Exploded?" Intrigued! "My home first got burned, then infested with orcs, then infested with giant spiders, then a vampire lived in it until the whole place was sunk and the world started over somewhere else." He sighs a little regretfully, for a lot of reasons, only one of which he states aloud. "It's a pity the vampire survived."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/]

Chase is in a cheerful enough mood to not be affected by the aura of doom. It's his birthday. He's feeling facetious.

He gives Gorlim a friendly nod as he sits down nearby, just because. "Hi."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Hi," he replies neutrally, not unwelcoming of a conversation.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/]

Chase orders some more coffee and sips it reflectively.

"Nice day."

...okay, so he's shite at small talk, but it's the sentiment that counts, right?

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"It is," he agrees. "Be nicer if it rains." He looks up at the ceiling just a tad oddly and smiles.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/]

Mun would agree with that sentiment, but Chase cannot identify. "Why do you want it to rain?" he asks, with a curious sip of coffee.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I like it," he replies. "That's all, really. Rained a lot where I come from."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/]

"England?" he hazards.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim shakes his head. "I'm told it's a bit like England. I come from the highlands of Dorthonion, in Middle Earth."