Here they are!

[fallen_april]

There's a few people in the Inn that are under one narration, and as the narration does not wish to flood flists, they're all in one post.

April is listening to her walkman and looking through a catalog on her datapad. The height of fashion from around the galaxy. She's looking for the perfect dress. She hasn't found it yet. She knows she will

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[darlinirishgirl]

Fiona has been prowling around, bored out of her mind. Causing mayhem is just not as fun without Certain People yelling and attempting to dissuade her. For the moment, at any rate.

She wanders into the restaurant in the hopes of finding someone interesting to talk to.

[standsbychamp]

Florence is tiny, blonde, and has a rather large glass of alcohol.

If that's not interesting, what is?

[darlinirishgirl]

Fiona perches on a stool next to her. "Hello there."

[standsbychamp]

Florence blinks for a moment, then nods. "Hullo."

[darlinirishgirl]

Fiona thinks up a bloody mary and sips at it thoughtfully. "I'm Fiona."

[standsbychamp]

"Florence. Pleasure."

Ah, the Irish and the British, together at last.