The Bar at the End of the Universe

Ilyana parked herself at a table near as she could get to the Infirmary entrance, after talking to Guppy about recent events.

She asked Bar for a pot of coffee and some Gen-safe foods.

Looking around, she noticed a number of unfamiliar faces. Influx time again, too? She winced slightly. Well, they'd cope; they always did, somehow.
That didn't mean it'd be easy.
"Hellooo, all-nighter, my old friend..." she murmured.
Botherable for conversation, for trouble, or for any of your "I'm bleeding/hurt/ wtfwhereamI" needs tonight.

[tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come]

The population of the bar's just gone up by one Householding Gen. Ilyana's in a good mood, though as always she keeps her field under control. She's post-Transfer, and post very good "evening after."
She takes a seat near the Infirmary, one eye out for some familiar faces.

Ilyana makes a beeline for Bar the minute she gets to Milliways. Finding Guppy's note, she smiles and puts it in her pocket.

She orders a cup of coffee, and sits where she can watch most of the room.
Anybody's welcome to come talk, while she waits.

Ilyana's having a quick Milliways breakfast, before she heads back to Rior and a truckload of work that's ahead of her. It's early spring there now, and
the House's numbers have been increasing. She's happy to see it, but that does mean added responsibility for their Sosectu.

Kellin's asleep. He's grown past the "stay up all night" stage, by now. So she can afford to be away for a little while. Even she needs a breather, now and then.

Ilyana had stayed in her room mostly, the last week or so.
Reading the sign on the door that led to the woods reminded her of a certain agreement she'd made with a couple of other bar patrons.
She's not sure how well it'll work, but if people here can adjust to the presence of a Sime and Gens, Rior's householders should also be able to adapt.

For now, she has a sketchpad and pencils. She looks up every so often, to keep an eye out for familiar faces. Any company's welcome, however, known or not.

Gen and Householding Companion inna bar. The redhaired woman looks only mildly surprised and amused to discover herself here, this time.

Ilyana's been busy, her own world holding plenty of work for her. So far, she's happily ignorant of recent Bar insanity re: a certain 'perfect' female.

She does notice new faces in Milliways, however. Botherable.

Ilyana's at a booth in a shadowy corner, trying to stay awake while encouraging the baby she holds to stay asleep. They're both tired, but happy. His eyes close, and she breathes a sigh of relief.

She signals a waitrat and orders food for them both. The coffee here is something she's acquired a taste for. She also has (garlic-free) pizza, and
bread. Feel free to swipe some, if you know her--or even don't.

[millitimed to June 19th evening, pre-amnesia storyline]
Immediately following Guppy's and Ilyana's conversation in this thread, a note is left for Archie Kennedy.

It's been an odd few hours.
Ilyana comes in from the lake area, a scowl on her face. For once, she's grateful no one can zlin her mood.
The Bar's kind enough to give her fosebine for the headache that she's got, and a small first aid box. She picks them up with a murmur of thanks before locating a remote, unoccupied corner to sit.
Probably she should go up to her room, or the Infirmary, but woe to anyone who suggests it before she finishes her drink.
She's eyeing the front door with a definite air of impatience. It's more than past time she headed home.

Weariness catches up to her. She lays her head on her forearms, resting on the table, and shuts her eyes.

Ilyana spent the first week or so silently furious over being Bound. She kept to herself. Companion or not, there were limits to how much she could mask emotion or repress it.
So she stayed off the radar, for the most part. Her room was insulated like a transfer room at a Householding. She made herself go downstairs every so often, but as a week lengthened into a month, she couldn't tell herself that 'everything would be fine.'
By her estimation, the child would be due in another four months. She could feel the difference. Her clothing was loose enough to conceal some things a little longer,and she hadn't put on much weight...yet. But those signs weren't necessary for her.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. Exercise, reading, art, weren't sufficient to keep her from feeling caged. She made herself take her cloak, though it was unneeded, and walked down the staircase, heading for the back door and the woods.
Safe or not, she needed out.

She stopped only long enough to leave a ( note ) for Guppy Sandhu.