Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden guessed she couldn't really blame Gladio for tying her up and locking her in a closet last week, since he had been an angry kid, but she was still in a bad mood about it.

Tonight's Special
Mimosa

At least that was easy. She wasn't particularly inspired.

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had tried the other bar before, but mimosas as a special seemed good.

Even if the band was, technically speaking, dead. That was going to take a while to get used to.

He sat at the bar and nodded. "The special, please."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden reached for a glass and a bottle of sparking wine.

"Are you new on the island or have I just not been sociable enough lately?"

[It's bedtime for me but I'm happy to SP]

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I'm new?" Jon said questioningly. "That is, I've only been here since the start of school. Jonathan Sims, the...erm. Jon is fine."


[SP is love!]

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm Seivarden Vendaai." She smiled a little. "Just Seivarden is fine."

Placing the mimosa in front of Jon, she said: "Are you teaching, then?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon nodded his thanks for the drink. "Yes. Literature." He fiddled with his drink for a moment before actually drinking. "That's...that's good. Thank you."

Jonathan Sims, sterling conversationalist.

[1000yearstoolate]

Yeah, Seivarden was beginning to realise the new customer wasn't exactly chatty.

"So where are you from?"

That always worked.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Oh, um. Earth. London. And, um, a couple of years ago, apparently. What about- that is, I was told there are people from other worlds here, and I was wondering if you were one."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I am," Seivarden replied, adding: "What gave it away?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Well, your...um, I'm not familiar with your name from any culture I know of," Jon said. "Although that's far from definitive. Beyond that, I was just curious." Also he Knew that she wasn't, but he was desperately trying not to Know any more than that.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm from the Radch," Seivarden said. "Or rather The Provisional Republic of Two Systems."

No, that still wasn't the best name for something Breq had ever picked, but it made her smile.

"We have space travel and technology that's a lot more advanced than here. It's frustrating sometimes."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I can imagine that would be, yes. But you came here regardless. Unless it was involuntary."

[1000yearstoolate]

"The first time it was," Seivarden said. "This time, well, I wouldn't have chosen it, but my fleet captain ordered it."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Ordered?" Jon frowned. "Wh...I imagine they had a reason, although I can't imagine why."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden wasn't going to discuss that reason.

"She usually has her reasons," she said neutrally. "So, did you choose to come here and teach?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I, um...no. No, I had no idea. I just fell into it, really." Jon shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure how."