Captain Shakespeare hasn't visited the Inn in far too long, he decides. It is good to be back. He's at a nearby table, pouring himself some hot apple chai (tea), listening to Beethoven.
He stands when the lady enters the room.
"M'lady, is this your first time in the Inn? Do not be alarmed. Come, sit. Join me for hot chai direct from the currents of Asia. It's sure to warm you right up."
She's a little unsure of the man who rises at her enterance but she doesn't see much other choice since the door she just entered from has faded and now only leaves wall in it's wake.
"Thank you," she says as she offers a hand and a slight smile to the man. She's almost forgotten what it's like to be greeted by someone other than reporters who gather around her, barkign questions about her late husband.
"You're very kind," she says as he takes the offered seat and brings the tea close, although not actually drinking from it.
Captain Shakespeare takes her hand, bows his head, and presses a quick kiss to the top of it. He pulls away, sitting once she's settled in, and nods.
"It is." He nods, taking a delicate sip from the cup. His pinkie out. "An Inn between worlds. Best described by using the term magic, but not even that quite fits it."
She's a little skeptical but decides to sip at the tea anyway. WHat as she got to lose?
She's surprised that it actually tastes very much like tea, good tea t that.
"Magical..." She remembers when she believed in magic, when she thought that anything could happen. Now all she can do is shake her head and laugh, a soft bitter sound.
"I'm not sure if I believe it's magical but it is impressive."
"Don't be so sure about that," she replies. Sure she's not seen something exactly like the Inn but something that appears seemingly out of nowhere and is much bigger than you'd ever think? She's had more experience than she'd ever care to admit.
She catches the look but hopes that the look will just stay a lok.
Obviously this is not her night.
"You are," she says simply. "But it's alright. Things have been...Strange as of late for me, that's all."
More like normal, they have been so completely normal.
"I'm not so sure I can be sure about anything any longer." The Captain says with a half smile.
He takes another drink of the tea, looking away from her.
"I'm sorry. Although strange doesn't always mean bad." Captain Shakespeare nods his head to her. "Forgive me. I haven't introduced myself. I am Captain Shakespeare. It is a pleasure to be the one to welcome you to the inn."
"It is quite dull, I have to admit." Captain Shakespeare offers her a smile in return, full this time.
"Strange is strange. Well said." He smirks, but his smirks are rather warm and friendly so they don't quite get across the meaning of a smirk. If anything else, they look more like teasing smiles. "But being born strange, myself, I say that you must learn to appreciate its finer qualities. There's a spark of charm in every strangeness."
"Good." The Captain nods. "Pleasure is of no use when had alone."
She must admit that, all things considered this really was quite a nice meeting, she forgot what it was like to socialize so casually.
She gives a nod, "Yes, I suppose you're right. Strange isn't even the right word for it, I suppose. If it were 'strange' I don' think I would mind it quite so much. Things have just become so...Predictable? I'm forgetting what it's like to wake up and not know what ot expect from my day."
She sips her tea and takes a moment to stud the other over her cup. "Wise words, sir. Very wise."
"Bah, predictable. We simply cannot have that." The Captain insists using his firm voice, which is quite different from his natural voice. The firm voice sounds much more like his arr-I'm-a-bloodthirsty-pirate voice. "Then I would imagine the Inn is a welcome touch of unpredictability in your life right now."
The smile on his face at her words reflects how pleased he is with himself. "Why thank you. I take great pride in attempting to be a learned man. There is, after all, so much to see, do, and learn."
She laughs slightly at the man's change of tone, smiling in a way that she hadn't in quite some time. "Yes," she replies. "Maybe the Inn is just what I need."
"Very true." Another sip of her tea. "Although too much knowledge can also be a bad thing. It's a matter of striking that balance."
He stands when the lady enters the room.
"M'lady, is this your first time in the Inn? Do not be alarmed. Come, sit. Join me for hot chai direct from the currents of Asia. It's sure to warm you right up."
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"Thank you," she says as she offers a hand and a slight smile to the man. She's almost forgotten what it's like to be greeted by someone other than reporters who gather around her, barkign questions about her late husband.
"You're very kind," she says as he takes the offered seat and brings the tea close, although not actually drinking from it.
"This is an inn?"
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"It is." He nods, taking a delicate sip from the cup. His pinkie out. "An Inn between worlds. Best described by using the term magic, but not even that quite fits it."
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She's surprised that it actually tastes very much like tea, good tea t that.
"Magical..." She remembers when she believed in magic, when she thought that anything could happen. Now all she can do is shake her head and laugh, a soft bitter sound.
"I'm not sure if I believe it's magical but it is impressive."
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The Captain takes a long drink from the tea before setting it down again and giving her a concerned look, brow furrowed slightly.
"Now, darling, I may be stepping on a few toes here being nothing more than a stranger to you now, but are you all right?"
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She catches the look but hopes that the look will just stay a lok.
Obviously this is not her night.
"You are," she says simply. "But it's alright. Things have been...Strange as of late for me, that's all."
More like normal, they have been so completely normal.
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He takes another drink of the tea, looking away from her.
"I'm sorry. Although strange doesn't always mean bad." Captain Shakespeare nods his head to her. "Forgive me. I haven't introduced myself. I am Captain Shakespeare. It is a pleasure to be the one to welcome you to the inn."
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"Strange is strange though," she remarks, taking a sip of her tea. "And I don't appreciate it, even if I should."
Another smile before she sets her tea down. "Lucy Saxton and the pleasure's been all mine. I would have hoped for no one else to welcome me."
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"Strange is strange. Well said." He smirks, but his smirks are rather warm and friendly so they don't quite get across the meaning of a smirk. If anything else, they look more like teasing smiles. "But being born strange, myself, I say that you must learn to appreciate its finer qualities. There's a spark of charm in every strangeness."
"Good." The Captain nods. "Pleasure is of no use when had alone."
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She gives a nod, "Yes, I suppose you're right. Strange isn't even the right word for it, I suppose. If it were 'strange' I don' think I would mind it quite so much. Things have just become so...Predictable? I'm forgetting what it's like to wake up and not know what ot expect from my day."
She sips her tea and takes a moment to stud the other over her cup. "Wise words, sir. Very wise."
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The smile on his face at her words reflects how pleased he is with himself. "Why thank you. I take great pride in attempting to be a learned man. There is, after all, so much to see, do, and learn."
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"Very true." Another sip of her tea. "Although too much knowledge can also be a bad thing. It's a matter of striking that balance."
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