Tiwa-Changeling OC-Barplace with Beltane in Mind

[mm_ceit]

In New Zealand, its May 1st and Tiwa didn't expect to find the Bar in her kitchen so she slips through on her bare feet

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[general_and_boy]

Here's one person who won't mind the scars on her arms as he's got plenty of scars of his own. He flutters over to her and plucks at a feather in her hair. "Bird girl has feathers." Alex smiles as he says this.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa jumps a little bit before smiling, "Hey Alex."

[general_and_boy]

"Did you like your present?" He's still a bit worried about that. Orion had mentioned that not everyone likes having a jar of ears from their enemies.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Oh yeah, it was really thoughtful of you. Are you all healed up?"

[eleanors_fire]

It has been a long while since Eleanor had found her way to the bar, and this evening she's glad of it as the weather was absolutely horrid.

Overcoat wet and dripping, she heads towards the fire and nods a polite greeting to the other young woman there.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa looks over to her and gives a small smile,

"They make good hot chocolate here."

[eleanors_fire]

"That they do," she agrees. "But I rather prefer tea." As would likely to be expected for someone with a British accent.

She removes the overcoat and places it near the fireplace. It's starting to dry already as is its owner's hair.

Drying rather quickly too. Faster than seems possible.

[pi_wakawaka]

Its an accent Tiwa knows though hers is more of the South Pacific but with more English than an Aussie has,

"Oh tea's always sweet."

As she dries off, Tiwa headtilts at her,

"How'd you do that?"

[honorbyname]

So, it probably wouldn't help all too much if a certain James' brother ended up showing his face in the bar then, would it?

At least not since their last conversation had gone so fabulously well.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa sees the uniform first and then notices its Albus and makes sure she smiles though its a bit small,

"Hello."

[honorbyname]

He turns.

And his face falls - but just for a moment. He'd been told (rather sternly, in fact) to be a little nicer to her.

He'll never tell her who from, of course. But it's easy enough to guess.

"Oh - hullo," he returns.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Sorry about before, just was having a bad day."

She's trying to be nicer too and making absolutely sure to look fine and well.

[ran_with]

There's a certain someone lolling about on - and by 'on' we do, in fact, mean 'upside-down on' - one of the couches who might have something resembling information on certain Jameses.

Jamesi?

... or would it just be James - kind of like sheep?

Cora's always been shite at grammar and word conjugation. Whatever.

She's seen the pain in the ass recently enough. That's what actually matters.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa giggles at how Cora's sitting and throws a feather at her,

"Hey Cora."

[ran_with]

Cora tilts her chin in something that vaguely resembles an acknowledging nod - which is, one finds, a rather difficult thing to get across from that particular angle - wrinkling her nose and crossing her eyes.

"'lo there," she replies. "How goes it?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"Its Beltane so there's a party tonight otherwise not too bad."

Cora just about manages it and Tiwa grins and with a quick turn is upside down herself.

[suborderly]

Hey, there's Andrew, absently shuffling a deck of cards.

"Hey, Tiwa."

[pi_wakawaka]

She looks over and watches the cards,

"Going to do a trick?"

[suborderly]

He smiles. "No, nothing like that."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Why not? I mean its Beltane, perfect day for tricks and pranks."