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[T'Pol has long hair. Again. The universe wants it this way, clearly. She's smiling, and reclining in a chair, and if one sleeve is falling off her shoulder, she doesn't seem to notice it. Otherwise, she's dressed nicely, if a little loosely for the times.]

Gents - and ladies [that gets a small smirk] - when you get bored of Ms. Owens' lovely saloon, come on by the dance hall. We keep later hours own here at the Roadhouse, and our shows last till dawn. We've got all sorts to sate your appetites.

[There's some sound in the distance, and T'Pol shifts, straightening subtly. Somehow that sleeve gets back into place, and T'Pol gets up as a boy of about five, with blond hair shows up in the background. It's hard to hear, but one might catch a 'Mama.' She shuffles him back to another room, though, and there's a gentler smile before she disappears. Sorry for the dead space, but she comes back before long.]

Sorry about that, gents; I manage all manner of things around here. Remember, you can't miss our good dance hall: you passed it on the way into town. Be sure to give us a look in. [Her sleeve has managed to inch down again, and she's swung one leg up against the arm of the chair, skirt bunching just under her knee. Gasp, no stockings.] I swear you won't be disappointed.

((OOC: OKAY SO T'Pol's name is actually Pollyann - most just call her Pol. She's been in town for years, she owns the Roadhouse, which is a Burlesque house, which is most commonly just called a dance hall. Burlesque features a general strip tease, but there's also miming and risque retellings of famous plays, usually using horrible puns.))

Comments

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[He's too surprised for sass. Congratulations.] Polly?

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[Well shit.] James.

[Aw hell.] What're you doin' back in town?

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Chasing a murderer.

[Pausepause. He saw the kid. HE IS CURIOUS ABOUT THIS CHILD] You seem like you been busy since I left.

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[Oh the kid who has you're hair YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE CURIOUS.] I've had a business to run. You found that murderer yet?

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[I KNEW I RECOGNIZED THAT HAIR] Not yet. We just got into town. You have anyone named Rogers coming through your place?

SORRY FOR FREQUENT EDITS, trying to get the right icon

[get-thebook.livejournal.com]

No, you just might catch something.

IT'S ALL GOOD

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You're mistaking my girls for whores again, Miss Frances.

[get-thebook.livejournal.com]

Now, sugarbooger, whatever made you think I was talking about them?

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You wound me, ma'am. [It's not respect. It's code for you're old, Frances. :|] My integrity's hurtin.'

hey look! it's your brother!

[takencareofyou.livejournal.com]

You hadta put the kid in the picture?

[Dissapproves] I shoulda come back.

HI BRO

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You should stay at work. The kid's just looking for a sweetie.

Re: HI BRO

[takencareofyou.livejournal.com]

[Sigh] doesn't mean you couldnta had sombody looking after him. How many guys you think are gon-

[Sigh] shouldn't bother should I.

How's business with all the new faces in town?

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I ain't the only one entertaining here, little brother. Let it by.

I expect it'll bloom, come night.

[Private] I GIVE UP ON MY HIDEOUS ICONS

[inhistorybooks]

James?

[Private] I AM SURE THEY ARE FINE :C

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Just someone I knew before the war. [Ignore how much he looks like David pls. :|] Stopping by tonight?

[Private] LIES. LIES AND SLANDER.

[inhistorybooks]

Sure. How long before the war? [NEVER LETTING THIS GO.]

[Private] TRUUUUTHS :C

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Does it matter, Trip? [Sob let it go :c]

[truth_is_cold]

Pollyann [Because he's formal like that], I do hope that you've added a few new interpretations to your repertoire since I last took leave. [Rhade does like the plays and even some of the dancing, even if he's overly polite to the girls.]

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[She does love her a good gentleman. He gets a smile.] I've got a Macbeth to die for, and you've never seen a Hamlet so funny. Hope you stick around, Rhade, you'll enjoy the time.

[truth_is_cold]

Shakespeare tends to give you a good head start on the bawdy humor, does he not? [He likes his tiny little bit of culture in this town. It's good to be home.]

[Private]

Your brother told me he's taken a shine to a lady.

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He near gets us to the finish line.

[Private]

[That gets a startled laugh.] You don't say. Who is it?

moral outrage is a go.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Until dawn?

She has to tease him at every breach.

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Ever watched the sun rise after a long night, sir? Hell - excuse me, heck of a thing.

and howie has to be a jerk at every breach.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Only after a long night of prayer, not of sin, ma'am.

it's tradition!

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I never sinned a day in my life, Reverend.