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[oom: How Mary Anne spent her summer vacation.]Mary Anne comes through the door like a woman on a mission; there's a faded bag resting on her hip and her boots are caked in dirt. She's three steps into the room before she even realizes where she is

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[[Let me just take this opportunity to say that I <3 YOU. That book was so. good. And your PB is excellent as well.]]

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[ooc: EEE! Thanks so much! And dude, you play Chell, who is epic win in her own right.]

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[[Well, thank you... she will be, once she heals a little. Right now? Well, at least she has wheels. XD]]

[imthegoodguy]

There is a tiny wee* man seated at the bar, enjoying a fine glass of Merlot. When he catches sight of Mary Anne, he grins and says, "Hello."

* 5'8"

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"Hello."

Mary Anne takes a seat of her own, smiling back. "Bar darling, tequila, please."

[imthegoodguy]

"Had a long day or just enjoy the taste?"

Nosy Ben is nosy.

Also he has somewhat of a prominent nose.

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"A little bit of both," she replies.

Forthcoming Mary Anne is forthcoming.

...there's no physical correspondent for this one.

[almosthonorable]

"Damned? Think it's the opposite in your case, Miss Mary Anne."

Smirk.

"Or maybe mine, bein' blessed with your company."

[song_tra_bong]

"Why, Ben Wade."

She beams. "Ending up here was already a surprise, but now it's become an even more pleasant one."

[almosthonorable]

"That pleasure's all mine."

He inclines his head to the stool next to him.

"Think I might owe you a drink, darlin'."

[song_tra_bong]

"Well, if you insist."

She takes a seat beside him.

"Gentleman's choice, far as the drink is concerned."

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir, tiny and beautiful, is noticable. Tiny and beautiful, and wearing a tanktop that does nothing to hide the scars of streets and mechanics and war.

Still, while she might be noticable, she's not exactly noticing.

Instead, she's attempting to work out how hyperspace actually works, given you can't, according to the physics in her world and time, travel at the speed of light.

So, to sum up, there is a tiny brunette sitting at the bar, dressed in slacks and a tanktop, busily doing calculations instead of drinking.

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Mary Anne is about halfway through her first drink before she notices the math.

"That for business or pleasure, if you don't mind my asking?"

[aimedforthemoon]

She pauses, tapping her pen against her teeth thoughtfully.

"For my peace of mind for future business?" She suggests at last.

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"Gotcha."

She holds out a hand. "Mary Anne Bell, pleased to meet you."

[tanyadams]

At the bar, there is a woman with a laptop, typing away. She also has a mug of coffee.

Said woman does not seem to be older than 25 and is dressed in BDU pants and boots, a black tank top, and wearing a tactical belt holding two pistols.

Military, most likely?

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Mary Anne takes a seat nearby and orders a glass of tequila.

After a few sips to settle in, she takes a better look at the woman.

"Nice guns."

[tanyadams]

Tanya blinks out of her reverie, nodding to the other woman. "Ah, thank you. I like them." Colt 1911, Special Forces. The holsters have pockets for the silencers too.

She offers a hand. "Tanya Adams."

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"Mary Anne Bell," she replies, shaking the woman's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Tanya."