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[witchoftwominds]

The mun is celebrating his last day as an unemployed bum, and since he has no real-life friends, you get this multi-pup entrance post instead.

Agnes is at a table working her way through a steak and baked potato. The remnants of a chicken quarter, shrimp cocktail, and vegetable soup are scattered over the rest of the surface. She's bundled up,

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[fortunes_phase]

Moon is seated on the bar.

Not at it.

On it.

She's smiling pleasantly as she looks around the bar, her eyes falling on the man approaching the bar.

That one, she knew, was old.

[deathonnahorse]

Methos alters his path to the bar just a little bit so that he winds up beside the attractive woman. He orders a Killians and then smiles up at her.

"You look comfortable."

[fortunes_phase]

"Very," she says cheerfully. "It's a good spot to keep an eye out."

[deathonnahorse]

"Keeping an eye out for anything in particular?"

[fortunes_phase]

"Maybe you," Moon says, giving him a coy glance.

[deathonnahorse]

Methos takes a sip of his beer and leans his back against the bar, elbows on the surface.

"Lucky me, then, I'd say."

[fortunes_phase]

"Some people would disagree with that, Methos."

Moon gives him a wink.

"But I'm not here on business."

[deathonnahorse]

He doesn't react overtly to the mention of his real name, just takes another sip of beer and looks thoughtfully over the room.

She hadn't buzzed like an Immortal, but, then again, in Milliways, there were all sorts of immortals.

"Seems you have the advantage of me, love. I'm fairly certain I'd remember if we'd been introduced before."

[fortunes_phase]

She leans back on her hands, kicking her feet idly.

"I'm called Moon." Moon tilts her head. "I am well acquainted with you. Immortals have very long histories and they always cross our paths multiple times."

[deathonnahorse]

"You don't say. So, how come this is the first time I've merited a face to face meeting?"

[fortunes_phase]

"Milliways lends itself to these meetings," Moon says. "Outside of Milliways, not many see us."

[deathonnahorse]

Methos tilts his head. "You've mentioned 'us' a couple of times. Who's 'us'?"

[fortunes_phase]

"My siblings and I."

She continues to smile pleasantly at him.

"I'm a tarot card."

[deathonnahorse]

He smiles.

"I remember when you were born, then. Or, at least, when you were first introduced to the world."

[fortunes_phase]

"I remember you as nothing more than a mortal boy," she replies quietly.

[deathonnahorse]

Methos smirks.

"Then you've a better memory than I. Everything before my first death is a bit blurry at this point."