And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[silveraspen]

Hearing the commotion, a dark-haired young woman looks up from her laptop and peers over a stack of textbooks. (A mug of tea is somewhat precariously balanced on top of the books.)

"Just when I thought it was safe to look away--"

[shati.livejournal.com]

Shati appears to have made it out of the shower.

"Aspen!" she says happily. "Got my hairclip?"

[silveraspen]

"It's around here somewhere--"

She starts moving books and papers and boxes and what looks like an entire silver coffee service that has appeared from who knows where.

[agloriousthing]

She's hiding but he can smell out women, don't think too hard about that part. She is tilted backward and kissed by the Pirate King.

[silveraspen]

"Mmmmph mmphle MMMPH!" Aspen exclaims, if muffled.

A second later, when she's able to speak--

"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me. I swear, you and Jack Sparrow--"

[agloriousthing]

"Another one who talks."

He mutters and heads off into the crowd again, he's spotted a green pillar of beauty.

[silveraspen]

She shakes her head, laughing.

"Maybe I should have offered him rum instead."

[evil_koala_626]

"I told you this'd be fun!" Wheeeee!" Yells the young gent with considerable less hair than he had an hour ago. Damn hair eating aliens.

[silveraspen]

She starts laughing.

"You did indeed!"

A beat, as she gives his hair -- or lack thereof -- an interested look.

"Should I ask?"

[evil_koala_626]

He most certainly is NOT crying as he runs his hand ovr the ragged remains of once luxurius hair.

"Stitch isn't exactly the 'forgive and forget' type. I never thought I'd have to deal with him without the safety of a fourth wall."

[silveraspen]

"Ohhhhhhhh." Said with real sympathy. "Jack's a lot easier to deal with, yeah. I just keep him well-supplied with rum."

[evil_koala_626]

"See, Stitch doesn't have any vic- Okay he totally does. But somehow I don't think giving him coffee would have been the best move under the circumstances."

[batyatoon]

"You thought it was safe to look away?"

Batya is making the amusedface.

[silveraspen]

"You'd think I'd have learned at some point, wouldn't you?"

Aspen grins and holds out a cup of tea.

[batyatoon]

"Yay! Tea."

Batya accepts happily.

"Want a cookie?"

[silveraspen]

"That would be great, thanks!"

A beat.

"Although I'm surprised you don't have the Igor Bars around yet."

[batyatoon]

"Yeah, go figure. Except I was planning to make butterscotch cookies, and not Igor Bars, so I guess that's why I've got them."

She offers Aspen a plastic baggie containing a half-dozen cookies.

"Seriously, you don't make Igor Bars twice in one month."

[gramarye1971]

'That line of thinking,' says a deep voice from somewhere above, behind, and slightly to the right of her, 'is certainly understandable, if occasionally problematic.'

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Rym, recognizing the voice, approaches to listen.

(She tries to stand far enough away that she won't be noticed, but she's not very good at pretending that she isn't eavesdropping.)

[silveraspen]

She doesn't leap out of her seat, nor does she knock over the stack of books, but it's momentarily a very near thing.

"Um."

Aspen clears her throat and says, hastily,

"Well, yes; it's been shown to be very effective in a single stratum, but when applied across multiple levels of society, it's not as useful a theory for explaining real-life results."

A beat.

"Or I think so, anyway."

[gramarye1971]

'Or about as near to real life as one might achieve here,' Merriman replies, nodding. The look on his face is one of polite interest, and a careful avoidance of looking round for anyone else who might be listening.

A glance down at the books, before looking back at her. 'An observation gleaned from your work, I presume?'

[withherhands]

"It's never safe in here," a young woman says from nearby, fingers clicking away on a sock dangling from a circular knitting needle. "More tea?"

[silveraspen]

"Yes, thanks. I think I've let this cup get cold," Aspen tells her.

"How are things? Any sign of Jack?"

[withherhands]

"Not yet," she says, taking a look around the room. "I keep waiting to just turn to one side and see him standing right next to me, just so he can scare the everloving crap out of me."

[silveraspen]

"I wouldn't put it past him."

Aspen shakes her head.

"I saw Frank Black earlier... talking to Phoenix."

That's a very sheepish look, that is.

"I didn't dare go near."