[Locked to laruna_troven] Bishop can't avoid it!

[nobodysbishie]

Dressed rather snazzily in slacks and blue blazer over a jade shirt in raw silk, Bishop headed over to the place he'd picked out over on Earth-583. Pleasant little Continental Fusion place called The Alembic, he'd managed to score a couple seats next to the firepit- The copper fire hood was a classy touch, he thought.

Pinging her PINpoint with the location about 15 minutes before the agreed-upon time, he sat back and pondered.

Just HOW the hell did he get into this, again?

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[laruna-troven.livejournal.com]

Laruna appears at the appointed time. She cleans up surprisingly well. The dirt smudges are gone and instead she's wearing a dress that looks (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/Kippur/drawings/scan0002-1.jpg) like it's been made by someone who only heard about how the dresses are supposed to look, as opposed to actually seeing them. Which is true, as Laruna could only describe what she wanted to the seamstress.

When she spots him, she walks over, and holds out her arms, "Well, what do you think?"

[nobodysbishie.livejournal.com]

Spotting her as she showed, he naturally got up from the table to greet her. If he was gonna play a gentleman, may as well go all the way, right?

Still, he does swallow hard when he sees just how she's dressed. Damn you, neckline! Good thing he's been practicing his cleavage-resistance... "VERY nice. How you doing tonight?"

Unless she's just showing herself off, he's not intending to react to the arms, just coming around to her side of the table to pull her chair out instead. "Hopefully the surroundings ain't too bad."

[laruna-troven.livejournal.com]

Laruna does know how to make an impression. She even gives a short curtsy to him when he pulls out the chair. as for the neckline, she seems to be completely unaware of the lowness of it. This will probably result in much showing off of.

She smiles, "Thank you. I'm doing well. Almost didn't make it though... had to deliver a baby."

Laruna sits down neatly. Those are real pearls in her hair by the way.

"It's very nice. But your world is all an novelty to me."

[nobodysbishie.livejournal.com]

A curtsy, hmm? Not always as rough-and-ready as she likes to pretend, then... although the dress shoulda made that clear already. Still, he seats her before the question of "You do midwifing too? Any complications this time?" Hey, she might've just gotten pressed into service as the only 'medical-ish' person available.

He manages a trace of a smile as he heads back to his own chair on the other side, pulling his chair in and setting napkin onto lap without a single wasted effort. "My world. Lemme ask you, how long do ya have to be somewhere until you start thinking of it as your own?"

The waiter discreetly came by with menus and water, doing his best to remain socially invisible before moving on.

[laruna-troven.livejournal.com]

Oh, she's rough and ready... and likes to dress up. She's very well rounded.

"Yes. It's all part of the trade. No, it was an easy birth... if such things can be called easy." She smiles,"But thank you for asking."

She shrugs,"I've always thought of it as the world you think of as home."

When the water comes she takes a small sip of it and then frowns. She sticks her finger in it and gives it a little whirl, the water glowing for a moment. Then she sips it again, looking much happier.

[nobodysbishie.livejournal.com]

'Well-rounded' is one way to put it...

"Good to know. Y're welcome, but what's an example of somethin' going really wrong with the process?" He's kinda curious.

...And not going to ask just yet about the water, though she does get a hint of eyebrow.

[laruna-troven.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes the umbilical cord can get trapped around the baby's neck and strangle them. And then stillborn babies... those are always ... hard..." She looks down for a moment. "Those never just..."

At the eyebrow she says, "The water tasted horrible. What do you do to it?"

[nobodysbishie.livejournal.com]

"...Yeah. I c'n see how that would be tough." Not something he's ever witnessed personally, but a friend or two... yeah.

"I generally send it back. How bad is this, though?" A small sip- "Tastes all right to me, just regular ice water."

Maybe he's just missing something.

[laruna-troven.livejournal.com]

There's a puzzled look on her face for a moment and then her eyes light up, "You're used to it... you've never had untainted water," she says. There's a general wave of her hand. "This world the ... stuff in it... has tainted everything, made it sick."

She reaches over and touches his glass, and moment of concentration. The water glows as hers did and when it's done it'll be water that's been completely purified to to a point that has never been polluted at all.

[nobodysbishie.livejournal.com]

O RLY. "You think this is bad, you oughtta tried the water I had growin' up as a kid..." Dubiously he takes a sip, then winces. "Ow. I've had it where the water was run through five filters before you even took a sip, but this is something else. An' it hurts."

Still, all that 'tainting' might be an issue for her? She might have to to that to her food, too? VERY interesting. Oh, look the waiter has menus now!

[laruna-troven.livejournal.com]

YA RLY. After all most of her world is still unexplored. "How could you live like that?" she asks and then somewhat worriedly, "Is it a good hurt?"

Unfortunately she can't do it to the food, only to water. She takes a menu and then gives an amused grin, it's all Greek to her.

[nobodysbishie.livejournal.com]

"Beats the alternative..." He murmured to himself, a flash of old regrets stealing across his face. Then he came to himself again, and raised an eyebrow at her. "A 'good' hurt? Laruna, i dunno what you've heard about me, but whips an' chains ain't quite my scene."

He scanned the menu pretty quick, setting himself up a mental platter that seemed to work; handing it back to the waiter, he just rattled off "Cup of French Onion soup, the Caesar, the veal Saltimbocca, and a bottle of the '96 Domaine Chandon Pinot Noir, please." Looking over inquiringly at his date... Hmm. That's one of those smirky looks- DUH, why the hell should she be able to read Italian- or English, for that matter- when she comes from such a different world? How about...

"What type'a food do you prefer, gal? Pasta, chicken, seafood..?" They'd be able to figure something out.