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[pendergastmon]

A young man walks in (with what might be a motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm) and while he isn't handsome, he still has a certain charismatic charm and a devil-may-care attitude. If anyone knows Diogenes Pendergast, they might see a resemblance.

On the other hand, the almost too alert way in which he glances around the room might remind

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[verseslikeroses]

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Why am I last?

[pendergastmon]

I can't live without tea, my apartment's in England, and my cat talks less than you.

[verseslikeroses]

*glares* Your cat can't stab you in your sleep for ignoring your dear twin sister, though.

[pendergastmon]

He's talented. And I'm not ignoring you.

[turntowardhades]

Aside from the occasional snippet of conversation, Eurydice has no idea who Diogenes Pendergast is. Because of this fact, and because she's a Hades, she's not at all startled by him. "There's tea in the kitchen," she says, waving a hand. "And I don't know about England or your sister. I think we're supposed to be there, but I guess things change. What's your cat's name?"

[pendergastmon]

"Dracula," Ryan replies, wandering in her direction. "He bites."

[turntowardhades]

"Mine did that when he was little," she says, carefully picking up Cerberus II, who has been watching from between her knees. "Not so much anymore. Only people who deserve it, and he has very clear ideas about who they are."

[pendergastmon]

Ryan gives Cerberus II a slightly curious look, but that's the extent of it. He isn't much for outward emotion. "Dracula also. Cats usually do."

[jacobmatthew]

*bouncegrin* Well hello! I've -- seen tea and England, though not recently. The others I can't help you with. But I'm Jacob Matthew Hook and it's a pleasure to make your aquaintance.

[pendergastmon]

I'm Ryan. *--and that's all he'll say*

[jacobmatthew]

Lovely to meet you, Ryan. Are you from England, then? Or elsewhere and just happen to be looking for England?

[pendergastmon]

Born in America, currently attending school in England.

[notahades]

There's probably tea around, this place exists outside the bounds of England, I'm around to provide all your feline-centered needs, and I haven't seen her, which may be a good thing. Hi.

[pendergastmon]

Or a bad thing. Depends on who you are.

Typist: Pretend this isn't omglate, k?

[notahades]

Typist: I see no lateness!

Well, yes. I've never been quite sure.

[pendergastmon]

That's the idea.

[solumveritas]

*brightly* You won't find England. It's a conspiracy of cartographers.

[pendergastmon]

*holds up the map that Jacqueline gave him* I suppose this is useless, then.

[solumveritas]

*nods* Quite. I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

[pendergastmon]

*dryly* My entire life's been a sham.