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[river_meimei]

River is ensconced on the high divider between two booths, her back to the wall and her legs outstretched, bare toes pointed.

She's watching the bar at large with slightly dreamy interest.

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[seewhatyoumean]

Cass drops from the rafters to land perfectly on the divider, not seeming to have any trouble keeping her balance. She offers River a wave and a grin.

[river_meimei]

River doesn't look startled by Cass's abrupt arrival; her grin, though, is startled into life by the other girl's, and it's quick and brightens her whole face.

She draws up her legs to make more room for Cass, toes still pointed.

[seewhatyoumean]

With a quick movement, Cass kicks her feet forward and drops to catch herself on her hands before lowering to seat herself facing River. She tilts her head slightly, curiously.

[river_meimei]

River's head cocks, mirroring.

[queenofmay]

Marian walked inside, still pressing back sea spray drenched curls away from her forehead. There was exhaustion, and the strange scent of a stark cleaner, but it was accompanied by a quiet, deep pride.

She'd been heading for tea, but she spotted the girl near her first.

"Fair eve, little one." There was a slow, but bright smile. "You are out from under the table today."

[river_meimei]

"I'm taller," River agrees cheerfully.

At least in the sense that she's on top of a large wooden thing at the moment.

[queenofmay]

"That you are." Maria agreed, with a small laugh.

"Can you see the entire world from there?"

[river_meimei]

"No."

Duh, Marian.

"The horizons are a limiting factor. Call the wall a vanishing point."

[i_am_your_host]

Imp-like, the Emcee quietly slips into the booth on her left side, sliding back on the tabletop and crossing his legs at the knee. Leaning back on one hand, a cigarette perpetually between the fingers of the other, he looks up at her with smoky-eyed curiosity, a slight quirk to his red lips.

[river_meimei]

River glances down at him, after a few moments.

Her eye contact isn't quite normal; it holds for too long, now, though without surprise. (The curiosity is much less visible than his. That doesn't mean it isn't there.)

[i_am_your_host]

The twist to his mouth deepens, his eyes narrowing a bit in fascination.

"You look lost in a dream, kleines Mädchen. Are you here or...in there?" He taps his temple with his cigarette-holding fingertips.

[river_meimei]

"Ja," River says, and then looks faintly confused.

With a tiny quirk of a smile, "That's the question."

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's not far away, although she's in one of her chosen booth's seats rather than on the divider.

Her gaze travels from door to Bar to fireplace and around, and whether or not she's actively seeking someone, she finds at least one friend regardless. "Hi, River."

[river_meimei]

[OOC: You are psychic; I was just about to tag Sariel. *beams*]

It takes a moment for River's gaze to meander over to Sariel.

When it does, though, her smile sparks, small and real.

"Lavender," she says, and the smile widens.

"Got it. In the threads."

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's wearing her own smile; it's a little shy, a little simple happiness. It takes a second for her to realize what River means, but when the reference clicks in that smile widens. "Hmm? ... Oh." Got it in the threads, corumbus aliqua est and has it really been that long? "Do you like it?"

[river_meimei]

"Mĕilì," River says softly.

Even if the Chinese isn't clear, the pleased tone of voice ought to be.