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[sequinedwings]

She is preceded by the unmistakable clicks of an assertive high-heeled stride. The deck door gives easily, and she sighs as she steps outside -- electric blue tights, ruffled black denim skirt, and a turtleneck the same deep purple as the heels, spangled with yellow-sequin flowers. "Mimi, I swear, if you do not fix that lock

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[boho_diva]

There's a loud squeal from somewhere nearby. "Angel!" And Angel will be tackled by a Maureen. "Has Collinsbear seen you yet?"

[sequinedwings]

Angel yelps, nearly falling over, and spins around ready to kill until she recognizes the voice. "Oh thank God! At least if I'm dead I'm not dead alone!" She pulls away just far enough to turn and face Maureen. "Now what the hell--" A stop. "He's here?"

[boho_diva]

She giggles. "You're not dead. And definitely not alone. Most everyone is here." A happy nod. "He's here, and he's been worried about you. He'll be thrilled to pieces when he sees you."

[sequinedwings]

"Well I sure hope not. He's a lot more useful all stuck together." She waggled her eyebrows briefly, before settling with her arms around Maureen's shoulders. "So how exactly did you all end up here? Because it was... Mimi's. And then it wasn't."

[findonesong]

Roger looked up and just beamed. "Hey, Angel! It's about fucking time you got here."

[sequinedwings]

She sizes him up, barely squelching a smile. "Well then. I know I haven't died and gone to hell, since you're here. And I know I haven't died and gone to heaven, since you still own those pants."

[findonesong]

"There's nothing wrong with my pants," Roger protested. "They're comfortable."

[sequinedwings]

"Well so are mine, and they don't make me look like I just crawled out of a dumpster!" She gave a grand gesture at the sunshine above. "I mean here we are in -- in -- I don't know where we are, but it's pretty, and you're being all tacky everywhere and ruining the aesthetic."

She folded her arms defiantly for all of three seconds, before giggling and hugging him tight around the neck.

[ilove_olive]

A pretty, painfully shy tiny girl dressed in pink peers up at Angel, wide-eyed. "H-hello..." She ducks her head shyly, but is determined to help the big scary lady, because she looks confused. "Are you... lost?"

[sequinedwings]

Angel smiles softly, kneeling down. "I'm fine, honey. I was lost before, but I found my friends now. But thank you for trying to help."

She holds out one hand. "I'm Angel. What's your name?"

[ilove_olive]

She shyly takes her hand. "I'm Olive Ostrovsky. I-I'm glad you found your friends!" Olive's actually fourteen years old, but she's so small and shy it's easy to forget and/or not notice this sometimes.

[kissestospare]

Collins is passing by with a book in hand, ostensibly to return it to Enjolras. As soon as he sees Angel, though, that's forgotten -- mostly because he's tacklepouncing her. "Baby! Where the fuck have you been?"

[sequinedwings]

There is a shriek in return, and she leaps wholly into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. "Honey, it don't matter!" She plants a long, hard kiss on his mouth that would have been sort of hot if she weren't so giddy.

[kissestospare]

She'll be getting quite a long kiss back in return, and a bearhug. "'S long as you're here now." A beam. "We missed you."

[anna_leonowens]

*very politely* Would you mind not using such language here? I have noticed several children about here.

[sequinedwings]

Oh-- *hand to lips* I'm very sorry, I was just taken aback. I'll be a bit more careful.

*sweet smile, offers hand* I'm Angel. You?

[anna_leonowens]

*smiles* Thank you very much.

*takes the hand offered* It's very nice to meet you, Angel, you have a quite unusual name. My name is Anna Leonowens. *is also looking at Angel's clothes a little oddly, because Anna herself is wearing a hoop skirt, and finds clothes such as those Angel wears rather puzzling*