[open] a friend in need is a friend indeed

[idontlikecake]

There is so much Lily Fuchizaki needs to do. There's the whole catching up on grad school after her ward went partially insane bit, but right now, she's on her way up to see Iris in the Kashtta. That doesn't mean she won't bump into a few other people on the way. If anything, it's pretty likely considering how overly polite she can get.

Sailor

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[thehighestwing]

Phoebe is also in the Kashtta. One would think someone as restless as her could never stay in one place for too long, but the Kashtta always keeps her entertained in some form or another. She's traipsing down the hallways until she collides with Sailor Mercury.

She hears the static. She just has no idea what it means. Not the brightesy crayon in the box, this one. Still, she likes to be helpful.

"Need a hand there?"

[playingtetris]

"It doesn't seem to like you," Ami says, looking perplexed. She makes a few mental notes about that. It corroborates her theories, to say the least. Her glasses are registering the girl as an angel, so unless she's an angel that's also a Wanderer... And in the middle of thinking about it, she suddenly realizes she's being horribly rude. She was just offered help, and instead was thinking about the implications of all of it.

Wait. She should know this angel.

"Phoebe Donovan, correct? I'm afraid we haven't actually had a chance to meet except in passing. I am Sailor Mercury. I tend to be hiding in my research, more that interacting with the other members of Torchwood."

[inventandforget]

Millie doesn't spend her time in bars very often, though she's been doing a little bit more of that since Iris was attacked. Her forced cheer has been dampened a little, her hope not quite so bright.

It'll come back, it always does. This isn't the first persons she's seen hurt, not even the first person she's seen hurt recently but it never stops hurting.

But she's in the bar tonight and, surprisingly enough she spots someone she knows. Sunshine seems buys though so she hols off only catching her eye for a moment, smiling a little before going back to her drink. She'll probably talk to her when she's not oso distracted.

[consumesflesh]

You know who is suddenly not so interesting? Francis Barnam. Not that she even knows that he is Francis Barnam, but that's not the point. Well, maybe it is. He wouldn't be interesting at all if she knew who he was.

The moment Millie's got her drink, Sunshine relieves Francis of her unwanted attention, and plops down next to her.

"So, how are things going in the land of Millie?" she asks, offering the angel another drink. "Beyond the whole 'Chicago sucks' part. Because I mean, we all know that. That's why we come to bars. And the whole, 'my house burned down' thing. Because that just kind of sucked."

[inventandforget]

Millie smiles, laughing as she moves to take the offered drink. "I'm doing...All right," she says after a moment of consideration. "Gotta new house which is good."

She pulls out a piece of paper and scribbles down the address. "Come by sometime, got enough rooms that you could have your own an' everything." She grins a little.

"What about you? Seems like you were havin' fun over there."

[consumesflesh]

"Well that's good to hear!" Sunshine says. "And deserves a congratulatory drink, but you gotta finish that one first."

She pauses, though, when Millie makes the offer. Things always seem to turn out for her, but she's never dealt with anyone as damn nice as Millie. No one who would put out their own for her. But here Millie is, like she does.

"I've been existing," she says after a moment, putting her drink down. She still needs to roll the over over in her head. Not that she isn't going to accept it. Fuck, she can't say no to something like that. "No offense meant or anything, but angels tend to be pricks. Only flirting with him because archangels are often good lays, but he seemed like a cold fish. So no luck for Sunshine tonight, but there's a whole bar here."