writers_muses 30.8: Don't I Know You...?

[broadsword_babe]

You are in a restaurant, bar, or hotel lobby when you encounter player X, and both of you find yourself unable to shake the feeling that you've met someplace before. For good or bad the feeling is this there. Is it from this life or one before? Let the role-play begin...



Every so often, the solitary existence on Orkney got to her. Sure, she loved the peace, and relative quiet, of the island, but sometimes she got tired of seeing the same old faces every day. A trip to Inverness was just what she needed to get her "social fix." There was a perfect little pub that suited that purpose very well. It had been there since the time of Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Jacobite army. Nowadays it was more likely to host more students than soldiers. Rather than sit at a table or booth, Quinn opted for a seat at the bar itself. It was a better vantage point for people-watching at any rate...



Mun Note:
Considering Quinn is nearly 2,000 years old, she's had a lot of opportunity to run into a lot of different folks over the years. So feel free to reintroduce your muse. Of course this can be considered meta, if needed. Bendy time also applies, if necessary. Jump right in!

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[col-depp.livejournal.com]

It had been a long day, and an even longer drive in between the two filming locations in which he had to be at the following morning. Johnny was tired and in search of a good place to sit down, have a plate of food and a hot cup of coffee.

His eyes searched along the streets for such a place, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what seemed to be the perfect place.

He hurried in, looked around for a decent seat, and decided last minute to sit at the bar...

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

She looked up and nearly choked on her pint.

Nah, couldn't be... she thought to herself. The swagger and cutlass were nowhere to be found but something reminded her of a pirate she'd once crossed paths with.

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She looked up and nearly choked on her pint.

<i>Nah, couldn't be...</i> she thought to herself. The swagger and cutlass were nowhere to be found but something reminded her of a pirate she'd once crossed paths with. <That's impossible. Sparrow's long since gone to The Locker...</i>

[col-depp.livejournal.com]

Johnny caught the young lady almost choking and raised an eye at her.

'You okay?' he asked, handing her a napkin.

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"Aye," she coughed into the offered napkin. "It's just that you look familiar..."

[col-depp.livejournal.com]

His eyes dropped shyly and he gave a silent laugh.

'I get that alot. Any idea where?'

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

It was a question she would have to answer carefully. It wasn't where that was the tricky part. It was the when.

"You remind me of a chap I ran across when I was spending some time in Jamaica."

[col-depp.livejournal.com]

'I've been there, however, I do have a good memory, but I don't recall ever meeting you before.' he smiled graciously.

Johnny made an order through the bartender and kindly waited for his drink.

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"I don't think we ever met, formally at least," she replied. "I knew him mostly by reputation."