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[dearwensleydale]

Date: September 25, 2001
Status: Private (Wensleydale and Famine)
Setting: Lobby/Bar
Summary: A meeting.

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[polldancer]

As Wensleydale watched the Bar door, a different door entirely opened. A chill breeze accompanied Dr. Sable inside, slim black jacket wrapped close around his thin frame and streamlined black motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm. He paused when he saw Wensley, recognizing him instantly from the Notpocalylpse. He'd known he was around the manor of course, but thus far they hadn't actually spoken. He couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, after the way their first meeting had gone.

[dearwensleydale]

The offending gust of air, as well as the faint click of the door clued Wensley into Famine's presence. He half-turned, ignoring the rumbling in his belly- no one was at the front desk.

"Checking in, sir?" he asked in a professional voice.

[polldancer]

"No, I've been here," he said, a bit amused. One could say he'd always been there, but let's not split existential hairs.

[dearwensleydale]

"Well," Wensley started. Now that he mentioned it, he felt like he had seen him once. "May I help you in any other way?"