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[no_justice]

He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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[stubborn_annie]

Harry might be outside, but Annie is indoors; she needs a bit of a breather from the shop just now. She tends to sit by the fire when she comes to the bar, so she settles down at a chair nearby.

It takes her a moment to realise someone has brought the farm implement to end all farm implements into the Bar.

[no_justice]

It's debatable whether he was actually asleep - he probably wasn't, for why would he sleep? - but after a few moments a manual phalange lifts up the corner of his paper to show a single eye socket with a blue light flickering beneath.

Good morning.

[stubborn_annie]

Annie wasn't quite expecting that, but really, who ever is? At least among the upright and walking? And non-paranoid? And...

... well, you get the idea.

"Oh! Good morning," she says a moment later. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to stare."

[no_justice]

It's quite all right, Death informs her. People stare a lot, around here

He doesn't seem to mind.

[hapan_heiress]

[not sure how long i'm truly around, but i had to taaag]

There's a four year old little girl looking at him, her head tilted to the side, a stuffed tauntaun in her arms.

Huh. He's got his feet on the table. That's a no no.

"No feets on table!" She announces, hands going to her hips.

[no_justice]

[OOC: I am in fact juts heading off for the evening. So slowtime y/n?]

Death lifts a corner of the paper to regard the child.

Who are you?

[hapan_heiress]

[yyy please. :D]

"Chume'da Allana Djo." She says, slurring a few of the letters. It's a long title for a small girl. "Call me Allana. Who're you?"

[no_justice]

I am Death says Death, not moving his feet out of the principle of the thing.

[madetomend]

[ooc: I realize I missed you, BUT. Slow-time yee? *pde* I promise I'll finish this one! You can even whip me with a noodle for not finishing those Lock Shock and Barrel-Death threads! :-D]

Sally quietly watches Death 'sleep' from a spot not far away.

He's quite handsome, really.

[no_justice]

He'd be glad to know someone thinks so.

Eventually he looks over, and nods amiably.

Good time of the day

[madetomend]

[ooc: Holy crap I'm sorry- I didn't get your tag until today! :/ If you'd like to continue, I'd like to, but if not, they could always meet some other time. :)]

Sally smiles wide and nods. "Yes! Good time of the day to you too! Are you a skeleton?"

One can never be sure, here.

"My name is Sally." She stands, walks over, and offers her hand in greeting.

[no_justice]

[OOC: hey, it happens!]

I am, Death replies, sitting up. He hesitates at the hand, then nods to himself.

I take in this in my hand and move it up and down, don't I? It is called 'shaking'.

He then proceeds to do just that.

[brotherspider]

Well, this ought to be the king of all coincidences, or perhaps not. It's not every day that you see Death, or at least not in the personification form, but if so...one should take advantage of the perks of being able to speak to him. What are those? Well, if you can't get information from the man who has seen it all - literally - then who can you? And, well, wouldn't you know it? Spider DOES have something on his mind... The swarthy gentleman god-fellow steps over to where Death is.

"Just to be sure, you are Death, right? The Grim Reaper and not some sort of creature that merely takes the form of Death?

Hey, in Milliways, you never know. His senses told him it was Death Incarnate, but it's always good to be sure about it.

[no_justice]

Death lifts the paper from his face and examines the god for a second, before giving a polite nod.

I am Death, he confirms.

[brotherspider]

"Right then... Perhaps you can help me with a certain curiosity."

Now, how should he put this...? You come and find yourself staring Death in the eye - or glowing socket - and you know you have to get this right.

"Before I came in here, I'd been informed that my father had died. This would be everyday normal circumstances, except for two things. The first is the easiest one, namely that gods don't suddenly keel over for no reason. And second...I can't even begin to imagine what he'd die of."

His father had, in fact, died at karaoke, falling forward into a woman's breasts.

"So, what DID he die of? Anansi, I mean?"

[no_justice]

Gods die all the time, Death explains in tones of one who know. But he tilts his skull, examinign Spider.

Your father was not one under my care, however. Different worlds, different deaths.