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bigapplesauce2014-09-24 07:11 pm
etherthief) wrote in bigapplesauce2014-09-24 07:11 pm
Don't Panic [open]
Iman practically drags her new friend to the East Village, wandering with intense focus until she finally comes across the bar Jodie had recommended to her, which looks just like it sounds, a proper English pub. It's been ages since she went to an English pub. She's looking forward to it. A little hysterically, actually. No wait. Scratch that. She does not get hysterical. She's a scientist.
"Here we are!" she says brightly, drawing Daniel in. Oh wow would you get a load of this place. The lady behind the bar is in costume. Adorable.
"Wow you can kinda tell it's for people from an alternate universe, can't you?" She snorts and takes stock of the people, looking for someone to talk to, or someone whose brain she (they) can pick. It's pretty early for anyone to be drinking, so there's not too many people there, except one guy who is drunk, slumped over the bar. Looking exactly like she feels, or rather how she wants to feel in an hour's time.
"That one," she says decisively, not bothering to check if Daniel's with her on the idea of approaching a drunk stranger and asking him questions about their mutual cosmic misfortune. He's probably not. She doesn't actually care.
She goes straight to the bar, assuming Daniel will follow, sits herself on the stool next to the guy, and nods to the tender. "I'll have what he's having."
[[ooc: Daniel's just gonna be here for the initial thread, but Iman will be here all day! Say hi if you wanna.]]
"Here we are!" she says brightly, drawing Daniel in. Oh wow would you get a load of this place. The lady behind the bar is in costume. Adorable.
"Wow you can kinda tell it's for people from an alternate universe, can't you?" She snorts and takes stock of the people, looking for someone to talk to, or someone whose brain she (they) can pick. It's pretty early for anyone to be drinking, so there's not too many people there, except one guy who is drunk, slumped over the bar. Looking exactly like she feels, or rather how she wants to feel in an hour's time.
"That one," she says decisively, not bothering to check if Daniel's with her on the idea of approaching a drunk stranger and asking him questions about their mutual cosmic misfortune. He's probably not. She doesn't actually care.
She goes straight to the bar, assuming Daniel will follow, sits herself on the stool next to the guy, and nods to the tender. "I'll have what he's having."
[[ooc: Daniel's just gonna be here for the initial thread, but Iman will be here all day! Say hi if you wanna.]]
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"I'm not surprised, I'm just sayin," he informs him. She smirks at the rest of it. "Aren't you sure of yourself. How do you know what makes you most interesting to me?"
Yes, he is interesting, but he is also arrogant as balls, and Iman has a little too much self-respect to stick around after a comment like that. She brushes the dust off her skirt and inches back.
"It's not like you're goin anywhere," she points out. "Remember?"
Smiling serenely, she steps back out through the hole in the wall. "See ya," she says with a little wave.
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got an ego the size of this entire planetthe Morningstar, one of the most powerful beings in his universe.And he is also not going anywhere. She might be right about that, but he's right about her.
He watches her go, and his lips twitch in a secretive half-smile, the visual equivalent of a sing-song voice saying I know something you don't know--
"Yes," he says, like a promise.
There is the sound of heavy wing beats that doesn't stir a single iota of dust, and he is gone.