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[last_adam]

*Adam enters. With arms wide open. And looks about, trying to stifle a laugh.*



Oh, me.

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[the_lioness]

*Still dressed as Pippi Longstocking, Alanna sits at the bar, stirring her coffee. She doesn't drink it, just keeps stirring. The braids are starting to give her a bit of a headache, and she smiles blandly at the newcomer before going back to stirring and staring off into space.*

[last_adam]

*Adam approaches her with a smile. She looks... different, but not too unlike herself.*

Hey there, good looking.

[the_lioness]

*She looks grumpy. Eyebrow quirked, she tugs on a stocking and nods.*

'Mornin.

[last_adam]

What, no good morning kiss? No explanation of braids?

[the_lioness]

...

*Alanna stares. Still not completely awake, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.*

Um... apparently I am meant to be some small redheaded child with a grand imagination. Pippi Longstocking?

*She blinks. As for the other...? Peering at him, she bites her lip.*

Uh.

Huh.

[last_adam]

Ah, Pippi.





Right.

*He takes a seat, rather close to her. Closer than most people would sit near a stranger.*

Haven't you even a guess?

[the_lioness]

Many.

*She glances down, noting his proximity with a small sigh.*

This is a costume, yes?

[last_adam]

Yes, a costume.

*He doesn't mention yet that it wasn't a bar-given costume.*

[creator_raven]

Raven, it must be said, is staring at him.

He looks vaguely traumatized, really.

[last_adam]

Hey, there!

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head at the Jesus-figure.

"I am tempted to use you as a stand-in for your father, the Lord God Almighty, perhaps, and kick you in the balls."

He blinks.

"It is a good plan, yes? Transference is effective, I have been told."

Sometimes Raven is an ass.

[last_adam]

I think that would hurt me more than it hurts either of you.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins brightly.

"But it would make me feel better, perhaps. I am testy today."

He really is. People are often ridiculous. He tends to forget that. And then he remembers. This is rarely pleasant for anyone involved.

[last_adam]

Testy, and no socks on hand?

*He looks down at his sandal-clad feet.*

That's a shame.

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts.

"You are the one wearing sandals, perhaps. It is a thing that may be remedied."

[last_adam]

Sandals and socks? Why, I'm sure that my father wouldn't approve.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

[last_adam]

[OOC: *loves*]

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Fortune smiles on Adam, as always.

So, of course, does Sirius Black.

"Enjoying yourself?" a voice asks.

[last_adam]

*Adam looks around him, confused, before laying eyes on a strangely shimmery man.*

Always.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sirius doffs his oak-leaf wreath, seating himself nearby.

"Still drinking with the gods. My afterlife...not so bad, eh? How's your..."

A measured look.

"Divine existence?"

[last_adam]

Not so divine as they'd have you believe. Especially in this costume. This guy doesn't even like coffee, can you buy that?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

"People who don't like coffee don't actually exist," Sirius declares. "It's just as well it's only a costume, I suppose."

He sips a beer and grins at Adam. "Still raising hell, then? Within reason?"

[last_adam]

I don't think I'd want to keep this look for life, even if the robes are awfully comfy.

*He adjusts them, and shifts with a smile.*

Lots of... open space.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

"Breezy! That is the advantage with robes, in general. Still..."

Sirius leans back and rests his elbows on the bar.

"Nothing like denim for showing off in."