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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Ego Lettuce Radiccio Guillaume Roadkill Montparnasse! is in the bar.
It was all about the suspense.
Also, he's sitting. Yes indeed. In a booth.
Company would be welcome, if only to keep the mun from htmling everything into pretty colours.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

[OOC: That sounds like fun.]

Amanda see's him and takes a seat opposite him "Good Morning. And all is the same as it was yesterday time and weather wise."

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What can I say, I've been wanting to play with the colors for a while, and that semed like an open invitation.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse snorts. "Very good."

"How's the job?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"The job?" she can't figure out which job he's refering to.

[OOC: I seem to be doing something wrong with the colors.]

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He just shrugs. "Never mind."

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

most likely

There conversation yesterday hits her, "Oh, it's going well." she smiles, "How is the idling?"

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"Remarkably well. Haven't had time for it in about a year."

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm glad that things are getting back to normal for you now that you're dead."

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen's downstairs, sitting at a table, with tea. If Nasse looked up, he might see her. She's kinda hard to miss...

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse does look up on occasion. Sometimes so far as the rafters even, but that is rare.

He does notice the lovely young woman sitting nearby though, and grins. Mischievously, perhaps? Nah, ...not him.

So he stands, saunters over, "Bonjour, mademoiselle." and greets her with a disarming smile. "Are you new?" He asks curiously.

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen snaps her head up from her book, taking care not to overturn her tea. "Ah, Good morning!" She says in a bright, but surprised voice. "No, I've been here for a little under a year. You?"

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He blinks at this.

"Is it even so?" His turn to be surprised. "I wonder, how it is that I might have missed you." And he smirks very faintly.

"I've been here about three months myself. On and off. More on than off, unfortunately."

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen blinks back. "I'm Helen, a waitress around here." She holds out her hand and then sips her tea. "Though I am good at remaining hidden if I want to be." She sets her chin in her palm and looks up at him. "Are you bound?"

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse shakes the hand. His own hand is pale and cold. -As death, ironically.

"I am, yes. Though I got out of here for about a year, just less than a week ago."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith hasn't slept since Wash's arrival, a fact that shows in the dark smudges under her eyes and the peculiar fervor with which she drains one of the largest coffee mugs ever.

Also, the fact that she sits down across from Nasse without even realizing he's in the booth.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse arches an eyebrow and smirks for a moment before gently hinting at his presence. Crassly.

"Well, I would be more than glad to share the booth, however, it is generally considered polite to ask before taking a seat. And there are plenty of other empty booths." He's still not terribly fond of her. In case that wasn't apparent.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith starts at the sound of his voice, blinking at him.

"...OK, when the fuck did you become a vampire?"

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, should have noticed that before you sat down." He mutters. "Would have prevented a bit of the shock."

"But it was about a year ago." He replies, still smirking.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith rolls her eyes, downing the coffee.

"Great. Fabulous. Friend gets impaled on a fucking spear, Big Blue goes off to die, and her lackey becomes a vampire. This is just the best week ever."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

His eyes narrow at the tone but it takes him a moment to process this information.
Finally his smirk fades.

"You know that she left, and about what lies on the other side of the door." He nods, more for his own benefit, working this out as he repeats it to himself.

"You're from after her time, aren't you?" He asks quietly. "And you're saying that she..." He frowns and doesn't finish the statement. He doesn't need to. -that she dies. Yes, she thought that she might.

[supersymmetry]

Sometime after the above conversation and/or fight, Fred happens to be walking by on her way to somewhere else. Probably outside, because despite newfound knowledge of the demonbunnies, it's safer out there.

She glances over, and rather wishes she hadn't, but now that she has, she's stuck acknowledging him.

"Oh. Hello." she says, nervously.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse has been practicing his scowl. At the table top. For several minutes.

At the sound of the voice he looks up. The scowl does not change.

"I assume you wish to taunt me with her death as well?" He snarls.

[supersymmetry]

"What? No, I'd never... I just, you know, saw you there and thought I'd say hello because it's just as awkward to ignore you as it is to avoid you entirely and then, having said hello, I was going to continue on my way and... whose death?" she asks, completely baffled.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"Tu es completement débile! No wonder she hated sharing your thoughts."
They're probably all about ponies and flowers. . .

"You knew she left, and you knew that she was likely to die for doing so. You were glad to hear it, remember?" He hisses. "Well I hope you're happy to hear that I just got verification. From that friend of yours. La conasse, Faith." He nearly spits the name.

[supersymmetry]

It takes Fred a moment or two to process all of this, what with all the French that she only vaguely understands a few words of.

"She... but... that was just... oh." she manages, completely incapable of figuring out precisely what she thinks of this news.

"Oh." she repeats, more quietly, and abruptly sits, feeling a bit shaky all of a sudden. She doesn't look exactly happy about the news, not at all.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"I didn't give you permission to stay." He snaps harshly.

He's still pissed at the slayer, still pissed that this is bothering him at all.