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[cheerychaplain]

"There's a step up, Hawkeye," says a muffled voice, and then the door opens.

"It's always a step u--" says Hawkeye Pierce, and he stops, his head cocked to the side and his eyes bandaged as they were before. He's wearing a particularly loud blue-and-white Hawaiian shirt under his bathrobe

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, who is seated a little further down the bar, turns to look at them.

She's sipping from a glass of milk. There's a straw.

And eventually--

"Hello."

Beat.

"You can order more than one thing. It is okay."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"--Or maybe the eggs benedi--"

Hawkeye turns, at the voice. His face is aimed just over her shoulder.

"Hi there," he says. "I would, but I'm trying to watch my figure."

[cheerychaplain]

"It's a good idea," Father Mulcahy opines, with a smile at the girl.

"--The multiple orders, that is. Not the figure-watching."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Oh."

If X were a little more literal-minded, she might be confused as to how he could watch anything.

But as it is--

"You are not okay."

Beat.

"You have not been to the infirmary? Here?"

[mycursedface]

Medusa isn't watching where she is going - no glasses today, no contacts, just keep her eyes down and walk slowly. She makes her way to the Bar, and her passage isn't silent. Bracelets and bangles around her wrist and ankles; the way she walks is the hip-swishing, serptine sway of a woman who has danced all her life, and it makes her jewelry sound like music. Bare feet, but she's walking a little too lightly for her steps to be heard of themselves.

There are also her snakes, hissing softly amongst her hair, but more than their sound is - if you pay attention - their scent. A dry, musty smell that blends in with the smell of her gold feathers.

But, for a dose of normality, her hands smell of bread and lamb and spice from her lunch.

Still, Medusa isn't aware-aware of everything, so when she smells Mulcahy, she jumps slightly.

"Oh. Hey! Um, I didn't...know you were here."

(her voice is clear, sweet as a flute and just as human)

[yankeedoodle_dr]

The sounds are strange, and so are the smells, but that voice -- that voice is nice.

"Only just got here," says Hawkeye cheerfully, turning his face toward her. "Would you do me the honor of putting a name to the voice?"

[cheerychaplain]

"--Er!" says Father Mulcahy, and if he sounds awkward, it's nobody's imagination. He remembers very well the last time that he ran into this woman. "Hello, Medusa."

(Hawkeye would blink, if he had full use of his eyes. As he does not, he stays facing the same direction, for a moment -- then turns toward Mulcahy and 'stares' at him.)

"Hawkeye, this is Medusa," says Mulcahy, painfully aware of the surprised, bemused 'look' that Hawkeye is giving him. "Medusa, this is Hawkeye Pierce."

[mycursedface]

That last time would be why the Gorgon's cheek are now dusky pink, and the snakes are hissing in embarrassment.

(The snakes are also attempting to hide amongst her curls)

"Um, pleased to you meet you, Hawkeye Pierce."

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly has a HUGE bowl of cereal. Said cereal may be more sugar than anything else, but it does at least resemble a breakfast food. (She also has a sparkly purple milkshake, because some things are eternal.)

She is, however, currently neglecting both in favour of staring wide-eyed at Hawkeye and Mulcahy.

"Dude, Mr Hawkeye, what's with the blindfold?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"What's that?" says Hawkeye, cupping his hand to his ear. "Do I hear the dulcet tones of Her Highness Princess Molly?"

His head is almost turned in the right direction.

[cheerychaplain]

"Yes," Father Mulcahy says, mild and helpful. "You do." He waves. "Hello, Molly."

(The priest is going to let Hawkeye handle all sight-related questions.)

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly ignores the cereal to come running over and give Hawkeye a hug. (Dude, he has a totally huge bandage on! And he called her Princess! A hug is definitely what he needs.)

"Hi Hawkeye hi Father-dude!"