But it was a beginning.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

In a corner of the bar, the air seems to warp and fold. A woman shimmers into existence. She froze in shock. She hadn't meant to be here. This was wrong.

Her blue eyes darted around carefully as her lean body tensed. The elegant black silk gown clenched in her fists before she forced herself to release it. Pursing her lips, she clicked her tongue slightly while she surveyed the situation.

Too many people to be a trap by the other Chosen... Where was she?

Mesaana, once called Saine Tarasind, has come to Milliways.

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley is reading quietly by the fire when she glimpses the woman. The style of dress is vaguely familiar - and so is the air of not knowing where she is.

The girl gives her a sympathetic smile from her armchair. "Were you not expecting to be here?"

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana's eyes dart over to the girl. Icy blue eyes, pretty in their own way, study her momentarily. A touch of the accent of V'Saine in her speech... How very curious. With a careful stride, Mesaana walked over to the girl while being careful not to expose her back. Nervous energy filled her otherwise graceful movements.

"Child, where is this?"

Her voice crystalline chimes. It was the kind of voice that was used by someone who expected obedience-and was obeyed.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley has a trace of the V'Saine accent... and this woman has it. The girl tilts her head, intruiged. And perhaps just a little wary.

"This... this is Milliways Bar. It is a kind of- meeting point between all different worlds. Have you only just arrived?"

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana blinked at her in slight confusion. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to think of the implications. She was obviously in a sub-space of some sort.

"...Yes, child, I have just arrived."

[shelley_winters]

"I see. It is often confusing - when I first arrived, I more or less went into hysterics."

That was also because she had just been brutally murdered, but that is beside the point.

"If you can open the door, you are unbound, and can leave whenever you want. Sometimes it shuts for a while, and you end up having to stay for a bit. But there are rooms, it isn't so bad. Would you like anything to drink? The first one is always on the house."

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana thought for a moment... What a curious place this was. Tapping a forefinger gently on her upper lip, Mesaana weighed her options. Her clear blue eyes watching the girl carefully.

"Tea. With honey."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley nods - tea with honey was common in the Second Age, it all fits - and turns around in her chair to reach for the Bar.

On it appears a cup of steaming tea. Mesaana will likely find it exactly to her taste.

"Bar can get you anything to eat or drink that you like," she says, calmly picking the cup up to pass it to the woman.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana took a seat nearby, and calmly smoothed her skirts before taking the cup of tea. Holding her head high, she sipped her tea delicately.

"So I see, child."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley tilts her head at her again.

"I- was meaning to ask. You're from V'Saine, aren't you? Your voice sounds..."

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

And she looked up.

She saw, quite clearly -- my mother moves like that sometimes -- and blinked.

And, as if on a whim, hums what she hopes, on impulse instinct something to be a familliar tune.

Her father wrote it.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Music.

Asmodean's music. His music.

Eyes flashing, Mesaana whirls around to face... Lyrae. Not Asmodean.

She looks like his mother. Mesaana's clear crystalline voice was a soft whisper as she looked at the young girl in confusion. Who was she?

"...That music."

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

She, in turn, looks closer.

She tilts her head to the side, and opens her bag.

And, harp in hand, continues the tune.

"Is it familliar to you, my lady?"

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana's eyes narrowed slightly. The way she moved... It was odd. Her voice clear and cold. The proper mode of address was also very interesting.

"Yes, child, it is."

A moment of pause.

"I am familiar with the works of Joar Addam Nessossin."

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

"Some people have said I play my father's works near to as well as he does," Lyrae replies, quietly.

It's an observation without an admission.

She is doing her best not to be impertinent -- something would be wrong doing that -- but it's not her usual demeanor. Takes practice.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

...Her father.

A blink as she stared slightly. If Asmodean had a daughter, then this girl is certainly plausible. If she actually were his daughter... A touch of a grin began to grow on Mesaana's angular face. The opportunities that this presented were exciting.

"Please, play a work of his. One of his favorites, perhaps."

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

The smile? The cool, comtemplative, just slightly nervous but hidden underneath layers of blankness smile?

It goes nowhere, as, with a respectful bow of her head, she plays the Ballad of Corinin.

Start to finish.

No mistakes.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

Mesaana applauded slowly with a slight smile on her face. Her thin fingers curled around her arm as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

"I am sure your father would be proud."

This was quite the opportunity.

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

Chase, once called...well, Chase, looks boredly up from his onion rings to see who's arrived.

His eyes narrow.

"You look pissed about something, Nina." His voice is icy.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

The woman's severe black gown swirls around her as she turns her cold blue eyes to the man. Her voice delicate and high, like crystalline chimes. The tone was cold and condescending with the air of superiority.

"What did you call me, Child?"

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

That doesn't sound like Nina's voice. But around here, it could really go either way...

"Are you new here?" The cold edge to his own voice stays just where it is, despite the uncertain pause.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana considers him coldly with a calculating gaze. Her voice cold as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and tapped a thin finger on her arm.

"I am."

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

He's certain enough that this isn't just Nina trying to fuck with everyone's head. It doesn't make him like this woman any more, though.

"Need an explanation, or has someone already taken care of that?"

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A cool look across those angular features. A touch of disdain in that voice.

"It has been dealt with, Child."

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

"You can stop calling me 'child,' thanks."

Words cannot express how much he'd hated it when people called him 'kid' back at CTU.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A windchime laugh. A cold look on her face.

"As if all my years as a teacher did not teach me what a child was?"