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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is in the bar with coffee and a sheet of paper, on which she is making semi-frantic notes about what to get everyone for Christmas. There are a lot of people on this list, and not a lot of time. Hence the frantic.

This was easier when she was a ghost. Intangibility is the best 'couldn't go shopping' excuse ever.

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[lastgunslinger]

Something hits Lilly on the head.







Some gunslingers have a good sense of the theatric.

Roland really isn't one of them. He just has a long memory.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly picks up... a pistachio shell.

Not. Possible.

But then, this is Milliways.

Without turning around, she raises her voice a little.

"You know, folken have been thrown in the cells for less."

[lastgunslinger]

"Some of us," comes a low, dry -- extra emphasis on dry, here -- smoke-riddled voice from behind her, "are just too pretty to be thrown in the cells."

Pause.

"Say true."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly sighs heavily.

"Wow. Some of us must have been gone a long time, then. Because that's just not true anymore. Say sorry-"

She turns her head. Smiles.

"Ro."

[lastgunslinger]

"Lilly Kane."

He's sitting there in his usual chair with a book and a glass of wine.

No gunbelt.

"Long days and pleasant nights."

[awesome_lilly]

"Roland Deschain."

She's standing up now, facing him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

And then she's not standing up so much as throwing her arms around his neck for a fierce hug.

[lastgunslinger]

The glass of wine barely makes it on the table in time.

And then -- yeah. Lilly's not the only one doing the hugging.

"One last way-station, before the end."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly lets go, eventually, perching on the edge of the chair and beaming at him.

"S'good to see you-"

She breaks off, going pale as something occurs to her.

"Are you- did you come here by yourself?"

She can't quite keep the hope out of her voice.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland has always been observant.

He nods, slowly.

Quietly: "They've moved on already. I'm...on my way."

Pause.

"Say sorry."

[the_antiangst]

In that case, Angel probably won't mention that his shopping is done and mostly wrapped.
But he will come over and talk.
"Long time no see."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly looks up, smiles.

"Hey, Angel. Yeah it has been. How's it going?"

[the_antiangst]

"Pretty good. Only a few days till my favorite holiday. You?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Busy but good, thanks."

Lilly tilts her head.

"I went back to Indy's world with him and had a crazy week of adventuring and Nazi-thwarting."

[the_antiangst]

"...Is this one of those things I don't even want to bother asking about?"
It's hard to tell around here, sometimes.

[awesome_lilly]

"It's... a really long story. Not a bad one, just yeah. Long."

Lilly grins.

"Just know that I kicked some serious ass, and we're good."

[the_antiangst]

"Congratulations, then. Got in some random adventuring myself a while back, but I doubt it was anywhere near as hectic as yours."
Considering this is the story that involves Mark spending a week dead, she may not want to know the whole thing.

[awesome_lilly]

Probably not, no.

"Well, tis the season?" Lilly offers, laughing. "Or something like that."

[flybywash]

Meanwhile, Wash is over on the couches with the smug look of somebody who's already bought nearly all of his gifts.

But he understands the frantic. Not long ago, he was among their kind, stressed and waily and prone to pacing the decks at three AM. That, and ready to kick the next person who sang 'Jingle Bells' around him.

....Anyway. He spots Lilly and waves; it's friendly, if a bit hesitant.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly waves back, and nods her head towards a seat at the table. Normally she wouldn't make Wash get up, but... she's still not so much a couch person anymore.

[flybywash]

Wash returns the nod and hauls himself to his feet. A few minutes of awkwardness and squeaking later, and he drops into the vacant chair.

"Long time no see," he says with a tiny smile. "How're you doing?"

It's more than a casual inquiry.

[awesome_lilly]

Unfortunately, he gets a deliberately casual reply with bonus distracting topics.

"I'm fine, thanks. Although, I thought I was going to have to borrow your crutches a couple days ago."

[flybywash]

"Which...generally falls under the category of 'not-fine', Lilly, what happened?"

He stares.

[awesome_lilly]

"I got shot."

She sounds disturbingly cheerful about it.

[flybywash]

She really, really does. Wash's eyes widen another fraction of an inch.

"By who? Here? Can I shoot them back? Can I maybe just glare at them?" He's giving her a mildly frantic once-over. "You're okay now though, right, after the being shot....gāoyáng zhōng de gūyáng."

[awesome_lilly]

"Nazis," Lilly says, scowling.

"I went back to Indy's world with him so we could find this Crystal of Osiris thing before the Nazis got it and used it in the war they're going to start and we had to break into a Nazi dig to get clues and they shot me on the way out. Then we went to this other temple and there were a zillion scorpions and rocks falling and stone jackals that were kinda alive and big blue flames from the underworld that no living person could pass surrounding the crystal."

She takes a much needed breath.

"Only I'm dead, so I could, but it made me all cold and meant Moiraine could only heal the stuff from when the temple fell on me after the flames so I still have the gunshot wound and the bruises but otherwise yeah I'm totally fine."