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[mightbeconcussed]

[ Good afternoon, Itinere! There’s a bubbly, smiling blonde on your network.

Wait. No. Make that two blondes. One is a bit more subdued in her smile, but the smile is there none the less. The bubbly blonde waggles her fingers at the screen. ]

Hi. I’m Lucy and--

[ She tilts her head toward the other blonde, pausing almost as if it’s a scripted and rehearsed thing. It’s not, but these two have clearly done this before. ]

And I’m Jill. [ Said other blonde lifts one hand and waves slender fingers. ] And we’re co-dependent alcoholics. [ There’s a moment here to let that rest before it becomes clear that this one’s very dry sense of humor is shining through. ] Wait… kidding.

[ Jill looks sideways to her friend, brow arched. ] Not an AA meeting.

[ Lucy cracks up in a snorting laugh, covering her mouth and nose with one hand for a moment. When she drops her hand, that laughter still lingers in her smile and in her eyes.] Worst place to pick up guys ever.

[ In case anyone was wondering. The co-dependent part is true though. So is the picking up guys at an AA meeting part incidentally.] Now for the important, serious questions.

[ She tries for a serious face, but serious isn’t something Lucy does well. ]

Solids or stripes. [ Jill butts in quickly, pulling off ‘serious’ much better than Lucy does. Although it should be noted that she’d looked pretty serious about her prior AA joke as well. Live and learn. ]

Or, even more important. Why are the doors locked? [ You know, the doors they entered Itinere through that instantly locked behind them. No, they aren’t curious about being here. Strange places seem to be their MO. And at least as far as Jill is concerned, anywhere is better than where she’s been. ] Let me guess… super glue. [ Or magic.

Lucy prefers the super glue solution simple because that’s something they can get around. Magic isn’t something that they can circumvent, at least not by themselves. ]

Even more importantly: are there any Bama fans here? I’ll settle for football fans in general, though if you like Auburn you’re wrong. [ She says this with the most serious of serious faces. ] Next: Curses. Are they a thing here? And coffee houses. Not necessarily together. Definitely not together now that I think about it.

[ Jill’s nose wrinkles as she looks at Lucy again. ] Cursed coffee? Was that necessary? What did the coffee ever do to you?

[ She holds her hand out to Lucy then in the form of a fist, a smile working its way onto her lips while she waits for her friend to bump it. And as if they were in their own world having their own conversation, they say simultaneously: ] Roll tide.

[ooc: Action or network okay. You're liable to get one or both of them ]

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[krasnayapautina]

I .. can see how that wouldn't be the the best place to pick up guys. Worse if it was in Russia. Because there, the entire country is kind of an AA meeting. Or, needs one. [Look. At least she's being honest. That said, she is still capable of being able to handle vodka.]

As far as cursed coffee, I personally haven't been betrayed like that by my morning coffee here yet, but I suppose there could be a first time for everything. [omg NOT HELPFUL.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

I think I'd be more worried about the communist part. You'd think a country with that much vodka would be happier. Have you been a missionary there? [ because why else would she go to Russia? She doesn't sound Russian, after all. ]

Thank God for small favors? And let's both find some wood to knock on, in case jinxing is a thing that happens here.

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[sempreadagio]

[ There's a quiet groan and a whisper of Lucy's name when she asks if the woman has been to Russia as a missionary. For all she knows, she could have. But she doubts it. ]

They have Jesus in Russia too, Luce. [ Again with the deadpan. She's going for joking. Although not everyone catches on to her dry humor.

It should also be noted that there's now the distinct sound of knuckles on wood. No jinxing. ]

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[krasnayapautina]

I wasn't exactly a missionary there. [alllllllll that red in her ledger.] I don't think any religions would want to touch me with a ten foot pole. [Or maybe most of them would. It's probably a matter of perspective.] Born there, raised there. [If by raised you mean trained from a young age to be a spy/assassin then yeah sure.] I'm Natasha. [since the other two had introduced themselves in the initial network address.]

Here's hoping jinxing isn't something that'll happen here. [She also knocks on wood.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

Well duh. [ said to Jill] I just don't think they're allowed to like him. Our church sends missionaries there. [ She turns her attention back to Natasha. ] Oh! I didn't realize. Your English excellent? [ That's probably an odd thing to say, but Lucy does occasionally say odd things. ] It's nice to meet you, Natasha. You're my first Russian person.

[sempreadagio]

It's probably another Mayberry on crack. [ This is her deduction at least. On the surface, Poly had seemed so normal. Underneath it all though... well... ]

Not that the Mayberry part was so bad. It's the crack part I'm worried about... and the lack of football.

[mightbeconcussed]

Oh it's definitely a Mayberry on crack. Did you see the ice cream shoppe? [ Lucy concurs with said deduction. ] Maybe it'll be the good kind of crack. [ her face settles into a decided pout.] We are never going to see a football game again, are we?

[ Those might be tears in her eyes. Those are definitely tears in her eyes but chins up, smiles on. Lucy knows how to fake it with the best of them. Effie Trinket would be so proud. ]

[sempreadagio]

I did. Maybe it's more than thirty-one flavors of the good kind of crack. [ She's contemplating ice cream when Lucy reminds her of the possibility of no football ever again. ]

We don't know that yet. There could be... reruns. Maybe they have football-vision or some kind of football... uhmmm.... [ Okay. So much for trying to cup is half full it. That has never been Jill's strong suit. ] I'm reaching...

[mightbeconcussed]

Ooooh. That sounds like a party I actually want to attend. [ They can stop in for ice cream. It's a good way to get to know the place, right?]

We'll make our own football team if necessary. There have got to be enough boys here we can charm into doing it. [ optimism is Lucy's strong point. ]

[sempreadagio]

If not, we make our own party. [ Jill leads the way toward the ice cream place. She doesn't have a lot of money to spare. Is money necessary here? Probably. Or not. Who knows. ]

You know what? I'll enjoy watching you charm all the boys. I'm gonna sit back with a mint julep and watch the show.

[ But seriously, about the football. ] Maybe we can speak to the people in charge. There has to be people in charge, right? A President or a Mayor or something?

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[deathbysk8board]

These messages confuse Noah more than anything else. Obviously, he didn't need a cell phone or the internet when he was dead (and truthfully, he wasn't that in to football when he was alive, either.) So, now that he's alive again, they just confuse him.

The girls are pretty, though. So, since Monmouth is empty at the moment and he doesn't want to risk bothering Ronan and Adam, he replies with nothing more than a tentative "... hi?"

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[mightbeconcussed]

Noah is doomed to be perpetually confused by Jill and Lucy. It's such a fortunate thing they're pretty. Lucy has often thought this. In fact, she's even used those exact words.

Lucy smiles broadly at the appearance of a cute boy. At least this place isn't a total loss? "Hi. What's your name, Sugar?"

As Southern as they come, that's Lucy, even if she does affect a fake (bad) English accent sometimes for fun.

[sempreadagio]

Southern charm is all Lucy. Jill, on the other hand, is Southern... something else entirely. Maybe just Southern.

"I'm Jill. This is Lucy." She stands back, hands in the back pockets of her jeans and a sardonic twist to her lips.

Please don't adopt fake British when first meeting someone, Lucy. Trust Jill, it's horrible. And sometimes embarrassing. And occasionally contagious. (Yes, Jill has been known to follow right along with Lucy in embarrassing and horrible things.)

[deathbysk8board]

Sugar?

Noah smiles a little bit, ducking his head then raising it again to look at both girls: Lucy and Jill. "I'm Noah. Lucy's accent reminds him a little of Blue, a little of Adam, Jill's posture reminds him of Blue.

[mightbeconcussed]

Jill can do Southern charm! It's just not ingrained into Jill the way it is in Lucy. While Jill stands back, Lucy moves closer. She's dressed in typical Lucy style. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and down her back.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Noah." She puts her hand on his forearm and...yes; she bats her eyelashes. "Have you been here a while? We're brand new arrivals."

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[bitunlikely]

[So much of this conversation flies right over Jenny's head. AA meetings, solids or stripes, Bama fans: the words mean absolutely nothing to her. For all the traveling she's done since leaving Messaline, her world is still small. And, as of yet, does not include much in the way of slang. Genetically engineered soldiers don't really need slang to do their jobs.

But she can match bubbly stroke to stroke. Jenny responds to the message with a bright smile on her face, her head tilted in interest.]

Roll tide?

[sempreadagio]

[ Is she hearing things or did someone else on the network just say roll tide? Jill peeks into the video space just her brow and eyes where as nearly all of Lucy's face is still in the video. ]

Yep. Only less question and with more gusto.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Honestly, Jenny might be their favorite person here already. Lucy's excitement is obvious the moment Jenny says Roll Tide. In fact, she can't even speak for a moment she's so overcome with excitement. Thankfully, Jill takes over until Lucy regains her powers of speech. ]

What she said. It's pretty much a all around, every situation, useful mantra. It's like good morning, have a good day, thank you, you're welcome, we're awesome and yay it's Christmas Morning, all rolled--pun so intended--into two words.

Roll tide!

[bitunlikely]

[Jenny thinks on this for all of a second. She still doesn’t exactly get it. (Christmas Morning, what’s that?) But she does like the enthusiasm these girls possess. And it does sound sort of brilliant. She grins brighter and, with that less question and more gusto required, chimes in,] Roll tide!

Oh, I like that.

[sempreadagio]

[ Even Jill has to smile at that. And it isn't always so easy to get Jill to actually smile. ]

See? It pretty much makes all things good no matter what situation you're in.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ She really is going to be Lucy and Jill's favorite. ]

Just wait until we get you involved in a game. [ Lucy is so pleased.]

[sempreadagio]

[ Jill will be looking from the screen to her best friend, to the screen again, and back again. ]

Uhm. I hate to tell you this, Luce, but someone else is wearing your face.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy's eyes go very, very wide and, in contrast to Veronica, her lips curve into a huge smile. ]

Oh.

My.

God.

This is fantastic! You're so pretty.

[ Says the girl who looks just like her. ]