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[song_tra_bong]

It's been a long week with all the family drama flying around, so Mary Anne is taking it easy tonight.

She's got a comfortable booth, a cold beer and a good book, but she probably wouldn't say no if you wanted to chat.

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[ruinous_fortune]

He leans over the back of the booth, reading over her shoulder.

"You know, you keep showing up in the spreads. Something you know I don't?"

Which is an idiotic question since, no, there wasn't.

Except, perhaps, her own insight.

[song_tra_bong]

(Oh don’t take from me what I am slowly learning--)

She marks her place with one finger.

"What can I say, I'm a popular girl."

[ruinous_fortune]

"Oh, that you are."

He nuzzles her throat.

"What are you reading?"

[song_tra_bong]

She hums.

"Poetry. Rilke."

'Requiem for a Friend', as it happens.

It fits her mood.

"And how are you? Started any trouble lately?"

[theflyingsquirl]

Settled in--that's the best way to catch people for surveys. Generally a little off-guard, and sometimes more willing to talk.

So one mutant, arm in a sling, clipboard in hand, approaches the booth. "Would you be interested in a quick survey?"

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne looks up, blinking.

She's been asked a lot of questions in Milliways, but this is definitely a first.

"Sure thing," she says, setting down her book and sitting up a little straighter.

[theflyingsquirl]

"Excellent," he says with a grin, setting the clipboard down on the edge of the table and unclipping the pen. "First, for demographic purposes--where and when are you from? That includes whether there's magic or aliens or other non-mundane things in your world, even if that's kind of subjective."

[song_tra_bong]

She thinks for a moment.

"As of now, Greece, circa 2009, and there's nothing terribly non-mundane on my world except for me."

[wheatencrown]

Demeter doesn't know Mary Anne, she's just walking thoughtfully with a glass of wine and gives a nod to her,

"Good evening."

(OOC: I realized they've never met and had to fix it.)

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: so glad you did!]

Mary Anne looks up, smiling.

"Good evening to you."

[wheatencrown]

"I'm Demeter and I don't think we've met."

[song_tra_bong]

"Haven't had the pleasure, no."

She holds out a hand. "I'm Mary Anne Bell."