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[mctrillian]

"Zarquon, Milliways, always with your timing!" is the exclamation that comes from Trillian, in black pantsuit and blouse, hair set carefully as if planning on attending a business meeting.

Because she was.

There was a hearing of a Sub-Etha scientific experts' board, and she certainly had been on her way, but stopped for a coffee and ended up with

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[and_far_away]

[ooc: I do so wish I could tag. but they will fire me if I get caught using the internet outside lunch hour again. will be home in five hours...]

[mctrillian]

[And I'll ... still be in this exact office ... in five hours. No worries. :D Trillian waits for Michael/Sharpe/other people she knows and loves/the occasional new person.]

[fairy_short]

A meter-high, spiky-haired elf looks up as Trillian comes in, raising a sympathetic eyebrow.

"Bad timing?" she asks idly.

[mctrillian]

"Supposed to be a shop en route to my meeting," Trillian mumbles, looking respectfully down and offering her a smile. "Pretty sure Bar's thinking I'm irresponsible."

[fairy_short]

"Ah," says Holly.

"Yeah, I hate it when - Well, actually, back when I had meetings I'd have loved to have them postponed, but I do get the inconvenience. At least here there's coffee?"

[mctrillian]

"Yes," and at that Trillian sounds entirely relaxed, "here there's coffee. But unlike most people, time still passes for me when I'm in here."

[gotham_knocking]

Knox, nursing a coffee, smirks. He knows the feeling.

"Sounds like someone is trying to have a conversation with a bar. That never works."

[mctrillian]

"She's written me notes a few times," Trillian concedes.

[gotham_knocking]

"You're kidding!" Knox knew that there had to be some sort of guiding hand here. But he never thought the Bar was actually sentient. "That's...that's probably old news to you, right?" Which is to say, it's not much a news story for the Say True's latest employee.

[mctrillian]

"It's a commonplace event for most people, I think. Talking to Bar. Doesn't always answer, though."

Not always.

"But, then again, my ship talks to me too, so it's a personal expectation."

[unique_moments]

"Trillian!!" suddenly there is a Samantha there. Bouncing. Happily. Grinning.

Nothing's changed. Except the...you know, BABYBUMP.

[mctrillian]

Trillian turns to Sam, grins, yells "Samantha!" back just as enthusiastically, drops her cane due to the results of enthusiasm, and scoops it back up and rights herself all in just a couple of seconds!

"You're very pregnant, I see." She leans over, addressing Sam's abdomen. "Do you have a name, yet?"

[unique_moments]

"Nope. No name. A gender, however." Sam beams.

[mctrillian]

"Oh?" Trill grins. "I'd start guessing, but as I highly doubt you're having a Centaurian idphlx, I'm out of ideas."

[thelastearthman]

"Hey, you."

[ooc: I'll be in and out today, but he wanted to talk.]

[mctrillian]

"I know. I'm a traitor, it's coffee, not tea, right?" Trillian teases, poking Arthur's toe with that convenient cane tip.

[thelastearthman]

He gives her his best innocent look.

"I wasn't even going to mention it."

[mctrillian]

"Only because I preempted you did you even think of it at all?"

(Probably) still joking.