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[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

They say that ignorance is bliss. They're probably right. In spite of this fact, April O'Neil had wandered in and up to the bar, wrapped in copious layers of coat and sweater and scarf and hat, only her blue eyes and rather pink nose and cheeks visible until she began the tedious task of unwrapping herself.

"Large coffee, please, with- Oh, thank you. Perfect," she murmured to Bar, pulling off her gloves to clutch the warm mug that had appeared before her.

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[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce smiles when he sees her.

"Good morning April. it has been awhile."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Bruce, hello!" April greeted, her smile wide and genuine upon spotting him. "It has, it really has. How have you been?"

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

"Insane, wild, chased, monstered, beaten, triumphant and awed, but all, in all, not bad. How have you been?"

He chuckles as he grins at her.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Christmas shopping," she blithely informed him with a smirk. "I'm not sure which is worse."

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

he shuddrs dramaticall;y.

"Oh I think you have the worst end of it. I just use the intenet to order and wait at a contact point for the delivery. God forbid I should wander into those crowds right now."

There is a bit of a real shudder in his move this time. Bruce doesnt do well with crowds.

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

The fingers suddenly in her hair were not accidental, the pad of one thumb trailing lightly down her cheek. "I cannot think this bitter weather is quite suitable for long journeys afoot, Miss O'Neil," Holmes leaned close to murmur into her ear.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, hi," April purred in reply, nuzzling expectedly into his hand. "And it's not that bad. I was shopping."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"Hm," Holmes snorted, arching one brow and taking a seat beside her, fingers still tangling into the curls of her hair. He considered himself clever enough to avoid the most trying moments of the holiday season in general...of which endless shopping might well be the worst.

"I hope you are well enough, despite the chill."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Of course," April answered, her smile contented. He could continue doing that to her hair as long as he liked, she thought. "Although you have no idea how difficult it is to shop for the boys. They don't have a 'Turtle' section at Macy's."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

He gave her a look as if he hardly knew what the devil she was talking about--and indeed he did not--but his eyes remained fond. He slid an arm around her waist, faintly but rather unabashedly proprietary.

"I should mention that I am made message boy for you," he said after an appreciative minute, taking a folded letter from inside his waistcoat with a flick of his wrist.

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, April. You looked dressed for winter." Lando has watched April's de-layering with a small bit of interest, and a grin as he sees a face he hasn't seen in some time.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"The key is to dress in layers," April quipped back at him with a broad smile as she tossed her scarf over the adjacent stool. "And how have you been, Lando? Figured out ice cream exporting yet?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Layers...I guess your world hasn't developed the right all-waether gear. One outfit for all occasions, all climates, short of the ice moon of Hoth." Which might explain why Lando seems to dress the same much of the time.

"I have been well, April. I resigned my commission, and have set out to find my fortune again. Though the grand ice cream project has not occupied me of late. There have been some other ideas I've been working on."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Oh? What is it this time? Chocolate cake?" she teased him with a slight chuckle, reaching for her coffee and taking a long sip.

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"We have chocolate cake already. I'd say the market is pretty saturated with it, in fact.

"No, what I'm thinking about is very different. A friend of mine here and I have discussed the possibility of building bacta tanks in the Bar and then selling them at home.

"And before you ask, a bacta tank is a tank filled with a healing solution of special bacteria and nutrients. It's a vital part of medical care at home, but the Bar doesn't have one." There is in Lando's tone a small amount of serious thought that was missing from the ice cream project.

[slayer_fray]

Oh dear.

It's not that Mel isn't happy to see April, it's just seeing her adds another layer of complications to everything going on in her confused head right now.

But she's another person she hasn't seen since getting back, so she heads over as she gets downstairs, and grins over her own cup of whiskey-and-cocoa.

"Hi."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Well hi," April replied, grinning over at Mel. "I heard you were back. Glad Hell decided to spit you back out." The corner of her mouth quirked in a smirk. "How you feeling?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel can cope with smirking. Joking about Hell's her natuiral defence mechanism right now.

"Yeah, what can I say?" she says. "They just couldn't ahndle me down there."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, most worlds can't handle a self-sufficient woman," April snorted. "It's a relief to have you back, though. I know Mikey's happy about it."

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah, I think I noticed that."

Mel's smirk is positively wicked now.

[miss-eyre.livejournal.com]

Jane, sitting nearby and watching the elaborate undressing ritual.
"From where do you come, that you need such heavy clothing?" She is curious but shy, unsure of herself.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"New York City," April laughed, pulling off her knit cap. The static electricity made her curl hair poof out even more. "You must be from somewhere warm."

[miss-eyre.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Jane says, imagining the bustling city across the ocean.
"I would not deem England, especially northern England, to be very warm, yeat I suppose it must be. Or perhaps I am simply accustomed to doing without on a cold day."
Jane remembers all too well how she arrived in Milliways, wet to the bone and blue of face and fingers, with only a wrap arounnd her wool-clad shoulders. Yes, indeed, she had gone eithout that day, and suffered for it.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"I think maybe it looks like more than it actually is," April replied, tossing her cap aside on the bar. "Because of the layers. My boyfriend is from England, what time are you from?" she asked, smile warm.

[miss-eyre.livejournal.com]

"I am from the 1,848th year of Our Lord. And I would wish to meet a countryman of mine in this strange place, whatever his time."