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[song_tra_bong]

Between having her lover fuck buddy boyfriend pain-in-the-ass Tarot card that she sometimes sleeps with make an illusionary double of her, having to convince people said double was not actually her and talking two of her friends out of hating her forever, Mary Anne's had a busy few days. She's beginning to think staying locked in her room was a

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[not_one_drop]

Mary-Anne looks to not be having fun. This is somewhat a pity.

So. Cat therapy!

Mal looks like she's sleeping against the wall. But she's discreetly nudged one little black cat in the girl's direction.

"Mrow?"

[song_tra_bong]

Cat therapy is the greatest form of therapy known to man.

Mary Anne looks down at this particular feline, offering her hand to be sniffed and/or used as a scratching tool.

"Hey there. Where'd you come from?"

[not_one_drop]

The hand is sniffed, then licked, as Orion begins to purr, rubbing himself on her enthusiastically.

His collar has 'Orion' on it, and underneath, in smaller letters, 'Maladicta'.

Rub, purr, lick, sniff, repeat.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne uses one hand to scritch the cat behind the ears, while using the other to examine the collar.

"Orion...You're Mal's, huh?"

Scritching progresses to under the chin while she glances around for the vampire.

[rigthegames]

[ooc: I’m disappearing in half a now. If slowtime isn’t good, feel free to ignore.]

And so there comes a distraction, in the form of: “Long time no see, sweetheart.”

Sands looks a bit like shit. But not as bad as he did when last they spoke, which is always a good thing.

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: slowtime is forever love.]

"Dollface!"

She grins. "My life has been dull and boring in your absence. What've you been up to?"

[rigthegames]

“Oh, you know.”

He shrugs and, assuming she doesn’t really, elaborates.

“I try to kill people, people try to kill me.”

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"Same old, same old. Any particularly interesting people on either end?"

[ruinous_fortune]

He sprawls along her table, face near hers.

"Come now, Legs. You knew such things would have to have happened. You're important to him."

[song_tra_bong]

Her lip curls and she shoves her chair back from the table.

"So you figured since you knew I'd never go there of my own free will, an illusion was the next best thing. You sick son of a bitch, they believed it was me! They thought I was capable of that..."

Her grip on the fork tightens; if it wouldn't get her in trouble, she'd have buried it in his eye already.

[ruinous_fortune]

He snorts.

"He also thought that his lover was the one who raped him last night. Gorlim throws himself into the illusions."

[song_tra_bong]

And the floor get yanked out from under her one more time.

"He...he what? You didn't, tell me you didn't..."

[jackdriscoll]

Most of the time, Jack does not snore. Today he is.

Yes, that's what that sound is, by the fire. Snoring.

[song_tra_bong]

That melodious sound? Clearly must be investigated!

Mary Anne abandons the remains of her dinner and sneaks in the direction of fire.

[jackdriscoll]

And the melodious sound rises in a creshendo. It is clearly a masterpiece of sleep.

[song_tra_bong]

A symphony even.

Such a symphony deserves an audience.

Mary Anne peers down at sleeping!Jack, debating whether or not to wake him; and if so, what method to use.

[ardens_guard]

Here's a distraction, but it might not turn out to be a welcome one.

Julian doesn't look happy. Or unhappy, really. More cold than anything, more reminiscent of how he was when they first met.

'We need to have a conversation.'

He doesn't sit down.

[song_tra_bong]

And she's (scared) nervous and hiding it, just like before.

"What about?"

She sets the fork down and folds her hands in her lap.

[ardens_guard]

'Not here. Outside.'

He's not talking about this with a lot of people around and anyway, he feels better in the woods. Also, while he could easily yell about what she's done at the top of his lungs in the middle of the bar (if such a thing wouldn't be stupid), he feels he owes her the chance to explain. And there shouldn't be distractions for that.

He says nothing else though, just waits for her to stand and follow him out.

[song_tra_bong]

"Okay."

She stands, pushing her chair in with more care than strictly necessary before following him.
follow follow follow you into hell just lead me don't leave me don't leave
He just wants to talk. It'll be fine. It'll be fine.

It has to be fine.