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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is sitting at a table with a huge cup of coffee, a notebook, fabric swatches, a sex toy catalogue, the Kama Sutra and various pamphlets about the multiverse's most common STDs.

You know, it is hard out here for a pimp.

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[jackdriscoll]

Aye, so it is, and the tall, thin man sitting not too far from Madame Lilly knows it all too well. What he doesn’t know at the present is that there are other worlds than the ones he creates in his mind and writes down on paper. Things like peripheral ignorance tend to happen when Jack writes.

[awesome_lilly]

When Lilly writes, she tends to get bored after a paragraph or two.

Downside to Puck: Is rumored Village Bicycle of Hell. Believe rumors. Is possible customers would not want such a 'shared' experience. However, experience still very good. Know this personally.

She glances around, spots Jack, and tilts her head. He looks much too focused.

Can he stay focused when a paper airplane fashioned from a "Chlamydia: No, It's Not A Flower" pamphlet hit him in the ear? Let's find out!

[jackdriscoll]

“Christ!”

Jack rubs his ear and stares at the airplane as if reluctantly coming out of a trance. It’s comical, the way his facial expression shifts from a numb stupor to a sharp mortification as he reads the text on the airplane. He turns his head quickly to locate the origin of this profane little plane.

[awesome_lilly]

Said origin is beaming at him from a booth not too far away.

"Hey, it could be worse. I could have given you syphillis."

Lilly does not say this rather loudly, of course. Nope.

[twiststheblade]

"Lilly." There is a softly-spoken Japanese assassin-type hovering nearby. That's what she does, after all - and hovering behind people is something she's very good at.

"How's it going?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly turns around, and smiles when she sees who it is.

"Hey, Miho. Not bad. I'm working on whorehouse stuff, actually. Want to join me?"

[twiststheblade]

Miho grins, and drops onto a chair. No, it's not coincidence that from where she's sitting she can see the whole bar, and cover Lilly should she have to get away. Habit.

"Sure."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly flips a couple pages back in her notebook, to the section headed "Miho."

"So, okay. You still interested in a job with Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers as security? Healthcare provided, wages adjusted for home universe currency, and benefits including the all-important use of the hot tub?"

[mediocresaint]

Salieri looks across at the young lady in a nearby booth, still whistling.

He doesn't recognise any of the books. It's probably a good thing he doesn't. Pretty fabrics, though.

[awesome_lilly]

They are, really. Lilly likes pretty things. The whistling catches her attention, and she looks up to catch the stranger's eye.

"What up, sai?"

[mediocresaint]

Salieri stops whistling, and for a moment wonders what language she's speaking. It's not English, surely?

Really?

Very well then.

"Good evening, signorina. I trust I find you well?" he asks, as he wanders across to where she's sat.

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, pretty well," Lilly says, eyeing her pile of stuff. "Just busy with my whore stuff."

"And I'm Lilly, by the way. DeadNeptuneCaliforniaEarth2005."

[scion_of_amber]

Well.

All the papers have caught Fiona's curiousity.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly looks up and smiles cheerfully at the strange girl.

"What up, sai?"

[scion_of_amber]

"Doing research?" She asks with some amusement, gesturing to the various papers.

[awesome_lilly]

"Yeah."

Lilly sighs.

"There are a lot of STDs out there, man. It's depressing. But hey, the Kama Sutra's good at reminding me that the risk is generally worth it."

[yuppie_trash]

He drifts by Lilly Kane's table, fingers walking over the various pamphlets. The pause upon one, Crabs: They're Not Just For Dinner Anymore and he leafs through it with an open look of sheer disdain.

He lowers it back to the table, and looks at the young woman. "What is all of this for?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly smiles sweetly at him.

"My whorehouse. Or educating the public, apparently. You know we have an infirmary, right? They can help take care of any little problems that sound familiar from the brochures."

[yuppie_trash]

He laughs, and it sounds tape-recorded and played back over, a sound that has been created and practiced so many times.

"I am a very careful man, miss. However, one must appreciate the service you are providing the bar by making them aware of the dangers of unprotected, promiscuous sex. These days, charity seems to be such a lost cause." He smiles in return, even and white. He pauses, as if he caught whiff of something dreadfully unpleasant, casts a glance down at Lilly.

"Yours, ah. Madame, not miss. Excuse me."

[awesome_lilly]

"Madame Lilly, actually," Lilly replies cheerfully enough. "And I don't think we've met before," because I remember the weird ones "so you're totally excused."

"And thanks, but it's not really charity. I'm running a business, after all. Oldest one there is."