7th beer on the wall | [voice/action]

[alwaysatthebar]

[voice]

So what's the likelihood of seeing an old face today? One in a million? A thousand? Less then a hundred? Not that I'm expecting anyone, but it would be nice to know if I should plan for a surprise tonight.

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April's just down at the local pub, drinking a whiskey (she was conserving her money until payday after that shopping curse a few days ago) and listening to the crowd and the clock ticking in the background. At least it was good distraction to the twinge of pain pricking her chest. Because it didn't exist. It was an impossibility. And it had nothing to do with losing her partner all over again, even if it had been some two weeks since he disappeared.

((ooc: Yay, 4th wall! Spoilers, backtagging, threadjacks, and canonmates would be loved but not required.))

Comments

[disasterdream.livejournal.com]

... and have you been? Enjoying yourself.

I was here once- a long time ago.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

Well, better to adapt then complain.

So they let you out and you wandered right back in? Or do you not remember much between visits?

[Would be November be the same? He was dead on the other side of the City]

[disasterdream.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

The latter.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[as she figured]

A shame, really. Who knows what things you might be able to tell us about the other side. Unless, of course, you're not actually dead.

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[disasterdream.livejournal.com]

[ahaaa-]

[disasterdream.livejournal.com]

No. I'm quite dead.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[Smiles at that. She was glad November's handiwork hadn't been completely undone.]

Then you'd best take advantage of what time you have. Of course, I wouldn't try anything to strenuous.

[April HAD gotten the memo about Havoc's powers returning after all. No need to go after the kids.]

[disasterdream.livejournal.com]

... [unfortunately, she's well aware of that implication]

Ah.