[ it's time to have a little drinkie drink. elysia has changed into something less sexy angel, and there isn't a better or worse time to check out the bar.
she has a mixed drink and raises it to richie in greeting. ]
[Thank god. For the drink. She's no longer in sexy angel garb but the new duds fail to leave much more to imagination. He's no prude, but Jesus Christ, what the fuck?]
Good to see you, 'Lys. [He dips behind the counter to find himself a little something to smooth it all over. For his own part, he's looking casual: bomber jacket and a button up, nice jeans and leather shoes. If you had some familiarity with American largess you could likely tell they're all a price point beyond the reach of the blue collar shopper. A detail that's for sure lost on half the saved souls here.]
Oh, sure, sure. Still waiting on a rhyme and reason, but hey, at least they widened the sheep pen a few yards. How about you?
I would prefer one, yes. Especially since we've been cut off from the rest of the dead.
[Not that he's keen on getting into the weeds about it, but anybody would understand, wouldn't they? Death and taxes were life's only guarantees. By proxy, so was loss.]
[THEY ARE AT THE LIGHTHOUSE, admiring its majesty. Maybe they took some drinks with them from the bar. Richie's not an alcoholic but shit, if it's free? He's partaking a little more than usual. Not that he's been pregaming or anything.]
Kind of implies that we're expecting more company at some point, doesn't it?
Well, it's not entirely my own secret to share, so I can't give everything away. If it's mainly about myself, I'll answer what I can.
It's not... really a contract? And it has nothing to do with my family. It's... not the most common circumstance, I don't think. Um... what year are you from? Or what level of technology are you familiar with?
You're only stoking my curiousity. You know that, right?
[He leans on the bar, chin in one hand as he contemplates her answer.]
1985. Los Angeles, California, U-S of A. If that means anything to you. We've got computers, but they're bigger and boxier, and our phones are usually hooked to a cord on the wall. There's a few mobile ones floating around, but they'd cost you an arm and a leg for the pleasure.
It's just another reason for you to come talk to me again.
[ hmmm ]
It has some meaning to me. I think.... you'll havea to gain some more knowledge of your future to understand more about me. Twenty-first century technology would be a good jumping point.
[ she holds up the standard issue cell phone as if to say that's a start. ]
[The music is on at the Soundstage. Heart gives a sweeter air to the day than it deserves, and Richie isn't in the booth but sat on the floor in front of it, bottle of H*nnessy in hand.
He waves to Elysia when he spots her, mouth quirking. Not making it to a smile.]
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