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Feb 12, 2006 12:45

*Meg's sitting at a table, and frowning.

In front of her - not right in front; more in the middle of the table, far enough that she'd have to reach to pull it closer if she wanted to read it - is a book. A history book, to be precise, an overview of the twentieth century; Meg picked it up from the bar a few minutes ago ( Read more... )

svava, meg giry, shelley winters, xander harris, sergeant wells, mordred

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shelley_winters February 12 2006, 20:55:20 UTC
Shelley, in passing, wonders if there's something special about it.

So it is that Meg gains a redhead also eyeing the book.

It's Milliways. Anything could happen.

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balletrat February 12 2006, 20:57:48 UTC
*It takes Meg a moment to realize that She Is Not Alone.

When she does, however, she looks up, breaking into a grin.*

- Shelley? I haven't seen you in ages!

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shelley_winters February 12 2006, 21:01:54 UTC
Shelley smiles amiably.

"Yes! I have not been here," she explains.

"How are you? Apart from, er, worried by literature?"

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balletrat February 12 2006, 21:04:25 UTC
It's not literature that worries me, *Meg explains, a little wryly.* It's history.

*She perks up.* But other than that I've been good - though there were the weeks with the baby which were, er, less restful. Er. Anyways - how've you been? Where've you been?

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xan_shaped February 12 2006, 21:15:38 UTC
A plate of hamburger and french fries is set down across from her.

"Hey, Leggo-my-Meggo! Where've you been all my life?"

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balletrat February 12 2006, 21:18:46 UTC
- well, for most of it, in Paris, *Meg says, practically, and giggles; then, sternly:*

The question is, where have you been for the past month or so?

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xan_shaped February 12 2006, 21:32:47 UTC
Xander bites into his hamburger and chews shiftily.

"Well," he says, voice muffled, "we spent most of it back at the ranch trying to train up the next generation."

He swallows and smiles apologetically.

"Slayers. Imported from Zimbabwe."

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balletrat February 12 2006, 21:35:25 UTC
. . . you can import Slayers? *Meg asks, fascinated.* How do they get past customs laws?

*. . . for the record, Meg things Zimbabwe is somewhere in South America.*

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milkbonesoldier February 12 2006, 22:21:10 UTC
The last time Wells saw anyone looking at a book with that much suspicion, someone had just tried to give Joe a pamphlet on certain highly personal diseases.

That does not look like a book on highly personal diseases.

"Bit of a troublesome subject, is it?" he inquires of the girl.

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balletrat February 12 2006, 22:24:25 UTC
*Meg would be much easier in her mind about a book on highly personal diseases.*

Little bit, *she admits, looking up with an easy grin.* I've never been much of a historian - and the situation is sort of, er, complicated.

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milkbonesoldier February 12 2006, 22:29:20 UTC
"Well, that makes two of us," says Wells. "The not a historian bit, I mean. Except certain specialised bits of it. What's the complicated part?"

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balletrat February 12 2006, 22:31:33 UTC
The complicated part, *Meg explains,* is that this is history from after my time. So basically it's the future - which under normal circumstances is kind of reason enough to stay away from it right there.

But. On the other hand, dead, so it's not like it's going to affect anything -

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maydaybrat February 12 2006, 22:46:36 UTC
"It won't bite. Possibly, it'll tear your fingers, but it won't bite." Mordred points out, leaning back in the chair opposite her.

No, he hadn't been there a moment ago.

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balletrat February 12 2006, 22:51:03 UTC
- well, I wouldn't put it past the books they have in this place, *Meg says, wryly, and looks up.*

Salut, Mordred -

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maydaybrat February 12 2006, 22:52:53 UTC
"Normal books, then. Bonjour, Meg."

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balletrat February 12 2006, 22:55:37 UTC
I have read books before, Mordred, *Meg points out, with a grin.*

. . . well, halves of them, anyways. I've even finished some!

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skjaldmeyjar February 13 2006, 02:37:22 UTC
Svava would also eye the book as she walks by, then give Meg a curious look.

"... History of the future?"

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balletrat February 13 2006, 02:39:11 UTC
Well, my future, *Meg says, with a rueful grin.* Bunch of other people's pasts, but I figured this way was easiest -

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skjaldmeyjar February 13 2006, 02:42:11 UTC
"Well, insted of thinking future or past- perhaps just an 'accounting of a certain period of time in a certain world' or something of that sort insted?" She chuckles.

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balletrat February 13 2006, 02:46:31 UTC
If it's in a history book, *Meg says, decidedly,* it counts as history - at least now I'm dead. That's the way I think of it. The rest is all - logistics.

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