>> 'Cause we all know nobody ever dies twice

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ The first thing to note is that Angela is at the Astral Pub, sitting on a barstool.

The second thing to note that that she doesn't really look like Angela. Well, all right, the purple hair and the pointed ears and the face and the figure are the same. But she's not dressed like Angela-- in fact, she's wearing a gray pantsuit straight out of Depression Era New York, a matching tie threaded loosely through the collar of her blouse.

The third thing to note is that she's got a drink in her hand, which she's stirring with one finger. She's had an interesting past hour and is a bit deep in thought. So lurkers, stalkers, and creepy quiet people, she's not going to notice you until you say or do something. :I ]

(( Experiment staaaaaart~ ))

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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[kdjssf that's... really hot. :| ] A- [Clears his throat] ...Angie?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Of course he was here. Thank God. ... Goddess. Goddess. ]

B-- [ Boss? What? No. ] Firo. [ She smiles a tiny, humorless smile. ] You're never going to guess where I woke up tonight.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere sexy? He clears his throat.] Where's that? [Sits down next to her, determinedly looking at her face. Right at her face, with a directness and intensity that he's usually just shy of showing her. Because usually she's in a dress. Usually she's a lady.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She takes her finger out of her drink and sucks on it lazily. ]

On the floor of an apartment. My apartment, apparently.

[ She toys with her tie then, sighing. ] Before I know it, I'm looking in the mirror, seeing some dame that looks just like me, only dressed like a moll and packing heat in her jacket. Then two brunos show up at my door, and I know them, and they know me.

And even though I've been sleeping, I feel like I've been on my gams all day.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[...he is having a very hard time not kissing you senseless right now, Angie.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She blinks at him, then prods him with the toe of her shoe. ] Hello? You listening, or am I just bumping my gums?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Grins] I'm listening. You've even got a little bit of a Big Apple accent.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[WILD HENRIETTA APPEARS. Her hair is tousled and she's wearing panda pajamas, and yes, her wings are still arrayed magnificently behind her. She looks like she just woke up and went to the bar instead of Crowley's kitchen by accident, and that confusion is confirmed when she speaks.]

Ah... I'm not in the right place.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ And suddenly there's a kiddo next to her. ] Squirt?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Sleepy blink and a smile.] Ah, hello. I was taking a nap. Sleeping feels a bit different like this.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Imagine you gotta sleep on your stomach, huh? [ She grins a little, combs Henrietta's hair gently. ] Pretty sure there's some non-alky stuff behind the bar here. You want a glass of juice, squirt?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, I can sleep on my side. And-- [She wraps her wings around herself.] It's like having a fluffy blanket. But I meant... Sleeping feels different. I don't have to, but... it's like chocolate, only for your mind.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Chocolate for your mind, hmm? That's deep, squirt, if a little dingy. Starting to feel better 'bout this whole experiment thing?

[contract_star]

...Change of wardrobe?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

More like a change of lifestyle. [ She smirks, not really looking at him. ] Went to bed a princess, woke up a goon.

[contract_star]

...What.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Remember when you told me about how people switched places before? [ She leans back and sips her drink. ] It's like that. Only all brodied. Because I'm in Firo's world, but he's still there. And I'm not takin' anyone's place, 'cause everyone knows me, like I've been there all along. I'm not Angela, princess of Altena, I'm Angie, one of the dames in the mafia. Same mafia as Firo.

[contract_star]

Brodied? Dames? [Bzuh.]

Wait so--what about Firo?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Brodied. You know. Screwed up. And dames're... dames. Women, I mean.

Firo's... well, other than being thrilled, he's not really affected.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Kind of staring]....Angela?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Little smile. ] Heya, Dino.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

...Visiting Firo again? [Because he's pretty sure she doesn't have clothes like that in her world]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You could say that. The Twins thought it'd be real juicy to go stickin' me in as a mob dame. Wearing iron and everything.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Takes him a couple of seconds to sort through the slang.] They turned you Mafia? Why would they...?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Not just that, I got a history there, too. The whole shebang. Everyone knows me and I know them, though don't ask me how. There's even this picture, wish I'd brought it, it's got Firo and me and the whole gang, I must be a good year younger in it.