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[amazongeneral]

She's spent time thinking--more than enough time, really, and Amazons don't sulk. Work was, as usual, strenuous and interesting. She's going to go snowboarding on her next time off. She'd like to do something fun done before then, though. So now she's sitting half-on the pool table, consulting the instruction booklet thoughtfully left in the corner

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[cf1]

"Good evening." Cait offers a smile and nod. She had never noticed the pool tables before, silly her.

[amazongeneral]

Neither had Philippus. Rumor has it that research into the background of the bar dug up a mention of one occasionally being there. It must have dropped by for a day. So long as it isn't sentient pearwood, all's well, right?

"Hello." Philippus smiles back. "How have you been?"

[cf1]

"Very well, and you?" She wanders over, blinking. "I never noticed a pool table here before."

[amazongeneral]

"I think there was a normal table." Philippus shrugs. "It looks like a game--how does one play it?"

[skidrowseymour]

Seymour peeks over at the nearby woman from the top of his National Geographic magazine - a flower is on the front cover, so Seymour decided to pick it up.

You see, he's researching a strange and interesting plant, which is currently at his table in a Maxwell Coffee can. It hasn't changed much, so Philippus might recognize it.

Seymour almost says something before realizing that anything he says will sound stupid. It's not like he knows much about pool.

[amazongeneral]

Is she being peeked at? Philippus misses that totally. It's partially the skill of ignoring being looked at anyway.

But the plant does catch her eye a minute later, and she straightens up, looking over curiously. "Hello."

[skidrowseymour]

"H- Hello!" Seymour squeaks back. He clears his throat and gives a lightly nervous smile of greeting.

He also fights down the urge to babble that he's sorry for everything and he really supports Mr. Martin Luther King Jr. Sometimes that sneaks up on him.

[amazongeneral]

Fortunately, Philippus has a surefire trigger to get him started on a subject that won't baffle her and embarass him. "So that's where that plant went." She smiles at the coffee can. "I saw it by the lake, but it was gone the next day. I remember that period well--it was right after the total eclipse of the sun."

The sound system fails to react. She doesn't get a number! It must be Seymour's show.

[river_meimei]

There's someone watching her. A girl -- young woman, really, about the age of most of her pupils -- with a round pale face and tangled dark hair.

Watching her hand, specifically, and the 8-ball rolling under it.

[amazongeneral]

Philippus gives up entirely on what a 'scratch' is and moves on to the next page, which turns out to be written in French. She's not so up on it, and accepts the challenge of translating one page to another.

There are eyes on her. She looks up, and then over, friendly. Maybe the sphere is what's so fascinating? In another moment she'll break the girl's train of thought with a greeting, probably.

[river_meimei]

River rises with an absent, coltish grace, and drifts towards the pool table, head slightly cocked with interest.

She moves like a dancer, or a martial artist, to the eyes of someone who knows what to look for. But there's something odd about it -- wasted motion in the twitch of fingers and the tilt of her chin, and perhaps an impression that she's not quite moving through the same world everyone else is.

[amazongeneral]

Philippus is almost worried she might end up walking into something, although her way of drifting looks a little more intent than that.

"Hello."

[callitavesper]

[ ooc: aaah, am short on time, am probably going to flee in a few minutes, and then only be back for an hour, and then be gone for most of the next day, but slowtime is okay yes? ]

[amazongeneral]

ooc: Slowtime starts now, I'm afraid. zzzz))

[callitavesper]

[ ooc: groovy. will tag before i go to work tomorrow; right now advil pm kicked in x_x ]

[callitavesper]

"You're reading a manual on pool?" asks a perplexed Mr. Bond.

[amazongeneral]

"Yes," Philippus looks up from it, confused. "Why is that noteworthy?"

[callitavesper]

"You couldn't just...ask a friend how to play?"

[amazongeneral]

"It's a two-person game?" She looks over the table. "Well, I could--it didn't occur to me that this was a--common furnishing. It's rather ornate." She trails a finger over one of the metal diamonds on the edge.