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[a_lioness]

Dreams about Roger used to make Alanna worried, angry or cold. The latest astounded her, left her speechless as she reviewed each word and gesture and sound, true, but the worst that could be said of it is that since the dream, Alanna has been annoyingly quiet and introspective

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[ofthosegoodold]

Applegate is almost disappointed to find that his clothing was unchanged as he entered Milliways today. He rather liked that German naval uniform.

Still, though, the beginning stages of the war are moving along nicely. It'll be officially declared any day now.

And he does happen to be fond of the suit he is wearing. It goes well with the celebratory cigar he is not, in fact, actually smoking as he drops into a chair across from the young lady with the sword and the suggestion of very interesting magic.

[a_lioness]

Out of the corner of her eye, Alanna takes in the man's attire and thinks: Over dressed. One side of her mouth pulls up in a reluctant smile. She continues to stare at the flames, however, and it's a full minute before she asks, "Do you intend to smoke that?"

There's a flicker of interest in her tone and expression as she glances at him, then back at the fire.

[ofthosegoodold]

Applegate glances at the cigar, which lights itself.

"I might."

Now that it's lit, anyway. Not that Applegate has ever been the type to worry about being wasteful. Quite the opposite, in fact.

[a_lioness]

Intrigued, Alanna finally transfers all of her attention to the man sitting across from her, and nods at the cigar.

"I'm told it's enjoyable," she says, "though most people require help from matches."

She wouldn't.

[trigger_man]

There's a familiar face sitting nearby, though maybe a little more lined and thin than the one Alanna's known. Then again, it's been a long time since the last time Jack and Alanna actually talked, so some changes are expected, right?

[a_lioness]

Absolutely. Alanna's face has changed, too, at least a little. Years spent out of the bar and three children are written in the faint lines near her eyes and a few extra scars scattered around her arms.

She looks up eventually, shaking herself, and looks around.

"Hi," she says to Jack, eyes widening in surprise.

It has been a long time.

[OOC: Eeeee, yay! I'm heading to bed soon, but are you ok with slowtime? *hopeful*]

[trigger_man]

Jack's head snaps up at the greeting, quickly taking in the look of surprise and recognition on her face.

Someone else who recognizes him; or rather, someone else who knew the version of him that had been in the bar before. Well it can't go as badly as the last time someone thought he was that other Jack Bauer, which had been his fault.

He struggles for the right way to acknowledge the greeting, but not lead her on.

"I take it you know me?" he says, finally. Probably not the best possible reply, but he's not sure there really is one that doesn't sound awkward.

[ooc: Definitely! :D This should be interesting.]

[a_lioness]

"Jack?"

Alanna starts to scrunch up her face, makes herself stop. The way he asked that question and the way he's not responding in kind with any sort of familiarity suggests someone who is used to being mistaken for someone else, or, as can only happen here, another version of himself.

Sometimes it becomes very evident that she has been here a long, long time.

"I'm Alanna," she explains, guessing it's necessary.

What tricks is the bar up to now?