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!

Comments

[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."