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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah comes into the bar from the Staff Wing. Still in a flying chair, still with a black canvas bag full of plates hanging off one arm. She's carrying a book.

She gets an iced tea from the Bar and takes a table near the corner. She's reading, in theory, but she's not really in the mood, and looks up and around the bar every few minutes.

Milliways is an interesting sort of place for people-watching.

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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Watch the Czarnian, coming in from the lake area. Biker boots, leather pants, iron cross, and nothing else. That is a guy not afraid of the cold.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Clearly. Well, it's his lookout if he wants to catch pneumonia, if he's the kind that does.

She looks back down into Allen Drury.

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

He goes straight towards the bar (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/9507017.html).

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

Over comes an older gentlman. He seems less interested in the woman as he is in the chair. Taking immediately to poking and proding and examing the chair without a word.

Old greek mathmetician and philosopher that has the social skills of an ox when he is focused.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She clears her throat loudly.

"Hands off the merchandise, ma--ister," she says curtly. "Where I come from we ask first?"

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

As if noticing the woman for the first time. He stands up right, "How does this work?"

He makes no direct appology other then ceasing his activities. In time he may learn better manners.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

He just might.

"Din'cha know?" she says, graduating from curt to icy. "All us black folk can fly."

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

He is completely oblivious to her meaning, "No I didn't." He says very innocently. "What do you mean by black folk?" turning his gaze back to the chair, "So it is you that is making the chair fly? How?" he is honestly curious.

He figures she is one of the people of the South but has never heard anyone speak in such a manner.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She rolls her eyes. "God and the Man Jesus. I don't know all the details on how it flies. Magnets, I think, but that's probably wrong. Someone from a long ways in my future fixed it up for me."

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

Looking up at the woman with a strange disbelieving look, "Your future." So this is the afterlife.

His mind can only take in so much at the moment with this strange place so he misses the 'God and the Man Jesus' part or would have evenmore questions.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Yes, about five hundred years," she says patiently. "Just like I reckon I'm from your future, unless togas come back in a big way in the twenty-first century."

"This place gets all kind of times and places mixed in together," she explains.

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

"How does it do that? At what point in time does this place exist?" his eyes light up as his mind starts to try and figure this place out.

Poor guy doesn't stand a chance, but he will still try.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"The endpoint," she says dryly, pointing at the Observation Window, beyond which the Universe is ending. "This is the Resteraunt and the End of the Universe. You must be new."

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

Nodding, "Yes." his eyes follows her finger to the Observation Window.

He is stunned silent. having never even concieved of something like that. There is nothing in the science of his day to come close to explaining that.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael is wandering past on the way to the bar, wanting to refresh his teapot.

On the way he is quite incapable of suppressing the urge to tilt his head and try to see what she's reading.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She grins to herself and tilts the book so he can see. It's Allen Drury's Senate Diaries, published in 1963.

"Hello."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He flushes slightly pink.

"I'm terribly sorry, that was rather nosy of me, wasn't it?"

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She laughs. "No, it's perfectly fine. Reminds me of the old days. Down in the coffeeshops in the Village, everybody wanted to know what you're reading, what you're writing, who you're into."

"Besides, it's as good a way to meet people as any." She offers her hand. "Susannah Dean."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

The angel shakes her hand politely.

"Aziraphael; it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dean."

He smiles a little, amused.

"I suspect we have rather different notions of 'village' - I don't suppose you're talking about a Middle Wallop café."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Greenwich," she says, laughing a little. "In Manhatten. I used to roll around The Hungry i, from time to time. I heard Bob Dylan there, once."

"Aziraphael. You're the--you're an angel?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He looks curious.

"I see my reputation precedes me, my dear."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She doesn't hesitate, telling him; an angel is, after all, an angel. "I'm married to Eddie Dean. I've been something of a recluse most of the past year, but Eddie makes up for it, and I've heard a lot about you and all the rest of Bernard's family."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He blinks.

"Goodness. Well, this is a pleasure, although I fear I haven't the close acquaintance with Eddie that I'd like, you know. I've spoken with him once or twice, but mostly I hear about him through Bernard, and occasionally Crowley."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She nods. "All I really know about you is that you are an angel, and that you and Crowley are--together."

She smiles. "And that you like books, now."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He laughs softly.

"And that, I fear, would be the nutshell in which I reside. And, quite possibly, count myself a king of infinite space."