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Well, we can't have that. I won't turn down some company if you're willing to get drunk and lost in a strange place with a strange woman.

i will NEVER turn that down. where are you? i've got some weird wiggly lamp outside my place that will apparently take me almost anywhere

I'm told I'm in Willful Machine right now?

okay, im gonna give it a try. if i die, remember me fondly

[ he's going on a wing and a prayer, here. use that creepy little lamp our front and hope he doesn't end up in the wrong place wrong time. ]

Of course, they'll be singing songs of you for centuries to come.

Someone better

[ Let him just sort out his creepy little lamp situation and port himself over to Willful Machine. It probably wont put him right in front of her, but probably close. ]

here in willful. where are you?

[ She'd spied the creepy lamp things he was talking about and made sure to stay nearby. She wasn't waiting right next to it- but rather down one alley with it still in view. It's not that he'd said anything to put her on alert... more that she was just a very distrustful woman in general.

She watched him arrive and send her the message, waiting only a moment before she left the alley and raised her hand up to grab his attention. ]

Look ahead to the left.

[ Smart of her, really. You don't know who is who in this place, and there's definitely some murderers running around. Being smart and cautious seems pretty prudent.

He looks up from his omni and looks left, then gives a little wave before pocketing the device and trotting over. ]

Hey -- you the one from the network?

[ She puts the device back into her bag and takes a few steps forward herself to meet him at least part way. ]

I am- you found me and you're still in one piece. I'm impressed... and relieved. I'm not much of a song writer.

[ She smiles a little, a small assurance that she's joking- and that she's not 24/7 surly even though she might have appeared that way when he was making his way over to her. ]

[ He gives a little bow, like he's really accomplished something.

Maybe he has. He's not the best at staying in one piece. ]

So far so good, haven't run into any baddies just yet. Nice to meet you in person.

It's nice to meet you too.

[ ... lucky for him, she's something of an expert at staying in one piece. ]

Do you think we'll have any luck finding an appropriately crappy bar?

[ He gives an exaggerated shrug, flashing a wry smile. ]

I'd say our chances are about fifty-fifty. There's got to be something here.

I'd settle for mildly crappy at this point if it improves our odds.

[ She looks away from him briefly to glance around them, sizing up the area for their best chance at finding one. ]

I think there's a number of restaurants and shops that way- might be our best bet.

[ He reaches into his pocket to pull out his omni again, flipping through it briefly. ]

Well, you said you had one suggestions, right? We can try that.

[ back into his pocket it goes, then -- ]

My name's Dean, by the way. I'm not sure I actually introduced myself.

We could, it does sound more like a club than a crappy bar, but we could be pleasantly surprised. It's called 'Earworm' in Cellar Door?

[ Oh right- they hadn't introduced themselves.

Already knowing that at least Obi-Wan was present, going by anything other than the name she's known by widely at home is out of the question. ]

I'm Sabé.

That's a pleasant name, isn't it?

[ He sounds a little wry, because -- yikes. ]

Nice to meet you, Sabé.

[ She looks familiar as hell, reminds him of something he's seen before, but he shrugs it off. ]

Okay. Earworm it is.

It's... definitely a name.

[ She has her reservations about it, but it was recommended- and she's not about to be choosy of where she gets drunk just yet. That can come later when she knows what options she even has available. ]

You too, Dean.

[ ~~To be perfectly fair even her actress doesn't remember her role in the movie.~~ She gestures back to the creepy lamp, smirking a little. ]

Ready for a second round with that thing?

[ Yeah, right now -- he's not picky about where the liquor comes from, just as long as he can get his damn hands on it. ]

Yeah...lets do it.

[ creepy as they are, it's damned useful. ]

[ And with a hop, skip, jump... and lamp friend teleportation later: Cellar Door. She glances around for at least some sign of where to go and manages to at least determine a direction. ]

Here we go.

[ She'll pay closer attention to the district itself later, when she doesn't need several strong drinks in her ASAP. ]

I gotta say, I am not wild about this teleporting shit. Reminds me of a friend of mine, he used to whip me around like that.

[ it always messed up his tummy :( ]

It's convenient, though.

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everyone forgot she was in that movie lmao

lmfao you're not wrong

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