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[blue_eyed_lord]

It's been another long day. Another script idea was agreed upon by the assembled scriptwriters and supervisors. Another day in the life of Evelyn Faith Kendall passed, surrounded by hidden cameras and products produced by companies who were paying for the right to make her life comfortable. She was asleep now, all the cameras quietly projecting

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[mycursedface]

"It does that to me, too," Medusa says without looking up. Black snakes for hair, gold wings hanging over the edge of the table on which she is sitting, tunic and leather trousers and everything is perfectly normal.

Yes.

[ooc: I don't have AIM, so if anything pops up, I'm contactable here]

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Doorways suddenly start obstinantly not going where they should?" The dark-haired, dark-eyed man says, looking over at her. For a moment, a sharp narrowing of the eyes: she is kind of recognizable, after all. "Does it happen often, for you?"

The sharp look is gone; he suddenly looks terribly taken aback. "Dear lord, you have snakes for hai... and wings."

[mycursedface]

She beams. Not at him, at the table, but the intention probably comes across.

"You commented on the wings! No one ever does."

[blue_eyed_lord]

"No one?" He sounds disbelieving.

"They do kind of stand out. They're actual gold?"

[explorertruman]

Well, he would recognize this one. Seahaven's and the world's lost son, long left the tv studio dome womb that was his home for 30 years.

He had been around, but traveling here and there. Glad to see the Bar back to his normal self, and currently writing up an entry in his copy of the Guide, so be easy to miss the arrival in the bar.

Very easy.

[blue_eyed_lord]

He raises his eyebrows, looking over at the very recognizable man.

"Truman?"

[explorertruman]

Truman whipped his head around suddenly at the mention of his name.

"Huh?" He then blinked, and tilted his head to the side, "...Hi?"

[blue_eyed_lord]

"You're Truman. I'm a big fan of yours," he says, smiling.

At least he seems like a sane fan.

[evryinchbut1]

There's a redhead comfortably seated at a table near the door, watching this with some amused interest.

"Not what you were expecting, I'm guessing?"

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Not really, ma'am, no," he says, smiling at the lady. "My office, for some reason, has decided to cut out the intervening space between it and a bar... but I don't think this is my usual bar down the street from my apartment."

[evryinchbut1]

"If it is, you must live on quite the street," she replies with a laugh.

"Welcome to Milliways." A nod towards the empty chair opposite her. "I can explain it a bit further, if you'd like."

[blue_eyed_lord]

He smiles and moves to sit down. "Please do. I haven't heard of Milliways. It's... not local, I take it."

"Local bars can't pick you up at your office, as far as I know."