>> '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.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Frustrated sigh. She's undoing her tie. ] I tell you I woke up in your world like it was nothing new, and you comment on my accent. Aces.

There was even a picture, Firo. At your birthday wing-ding, you, and me, and the rest of us-- them-- us-- y'know. A picture! I must've been seventeen 'r eighteen in it. That's just whacky, Firo!

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Still smiling] It is. Not so bad, though, right?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She slides off her tie and tosses it over his hat. ] Oh yeah. Keen. I'm thrilled. It's weird, Firo. I woke up feeling like I was in someone else's shoes, and I'm still in her shoes, but everyone acts like it's really me. Because it is me, but it's not.

... You're getting a kick out of this, aren't you?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[And the outright grin is back.] 'course. It's the first ace experiment I've had.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You really think this is ace. [ Well, it could be a lot worse. At least she has something to work with this time. Being outright dumped into New York would've been a lot more painful. ]

[ She sighs, though this time there's a smile to go with it. And she goes back to twirling her drink with her finger. ] Stare any harder, pally, and my clothes might just fall off.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[|D] So, put a bee in my bonnet. What happened?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Just what I told you. One minute I'm out for the count, the next I'm the Big Apple's mobster kitten. I literally woke up in these clothes. Got an apartment, a couple of goons I've been babysitting, everyone calls me Angie, and this [ she lifts her glass ] is the "usual," at least when Liz is pouring.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[He gives a low whistle.] You okay?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Think so. [ She crosses her legs. ] No one's given me trouble yet. It's kind of... I don't know. I should be scared, but I'm not. I know I grew up in Altena and all, but it feels like I've been in New York all my life.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[This time his smile is a little gentler, not so wicked.] Not such a bad city?

[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]

Never said it was. Yeah, bad things happened there. My apartment's right near one of the alleys... [ She looks away, biting her lip momentarily. ] Anyway. Bad things happen everywhere. Doesn't mean New York's a crock 'cause of what happened to me.

[ She looks at him then, tipping her head. ] You're looking at me different, you know.

[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?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Blink.] Am I?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Smile. ] Yeah.

Like what was here [ She waves a hand up and down between them, indicating some kind of barrier. ] isn't there anymore.

[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.