Lyle Dylandy { Lockon Stratos / Jean 1 } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2014-04-23 03:17 pm
kathawrong) wrote in savetheearth2014-04-23 03:17 pm
Action & Network text
[ Action => Dylandy's Bar and Lounge ]
By now Lyle has checked in with the office by phone and put his luggage in his old room. He's let his mother do her usual fussing and gave his brother and sister texts to let them know that his plane landed safely and so on and so forth. He doesn't actually need to report into work until the next morning (and he's pretty sure given the security and such lately they probably won't let him in early anyway), so that leaves him at a loss for what to do with himself in the late afternoon and evening. It's too late to go short term apartment hunting, and he already has plans to snag Neil after Neil's done with work for the day and make him go into more detail about everything that's been going on around here lately, so there's no point in loitering at the garage. So really that just leaves loitering around at the bar.
So Dylandy's Bar and Lounge is exactly where you'll find Lyle this evening, either chilling on one of the bar stools and people watching or helping out here and there - bussing tables or helping with any heavy lifting.
At a loss for what drink to order? He can help advise you. Even if he hasn't worked here since he used to help out in high school, he still knows a thing or two about the menu.
Spill something? You might see him helping clean up even if he's in jeans and a t-shirt instead of waiter dress code.
But when there's nothing else going on, he spends his time poking around on his phone, investigating the network... And, after a beer or two and some time being bored, he makes a post of his own.
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seems like there's more and more of us every day, huh? guess it's my turn to introduce myself then. :)
Hi, my name's Lyle. 31 / Pisces / Locke City. I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. ;D (actually i'm kidding about that - but what's the point of talking on this thing if we don't have a bit of fun now and then?)
Anyway, joking and frivolity out of the way, I'm actually a special agent with the FBI, and honestly? I'm more interested in us getting along and keeping everyone as safe as possible as we figure things out than any sort of pissing contests over things like the giant robots and whatever else pops up from our supposed past lives.
So if you need help or protection, please don't hesitate to contact me, and I will do whatever I can within my power to help.
(( ooc: feel free to start a thread at the bar - hell, mingle it up if you want. OR go ahead and message him on the network - just let me know which in your subject line. :) ))
By now Lyle has checked in with the office by phone and put his luggage in his old room. He's let his mother do her usual fussing and gave his brother and sister texts to let them know that his plane landed safely and so on and so forth. He doesn't actually need to report into work until the next morning (and he's pretty sure given the security and such lately they probably won't let him in early anyway), so that leaves him at a loss for what to do with himself in the late afternoon and evening. It's too late to go short term apartment hunting, and he already has plans to snag Neil after Neil's done with work for the day and make him go into more detail about everything that's been going on around here lately, so there's no point in loitering at the garage. So really that just leaves loitering around at the bar.
So Dylandy's Bar and Lounge is exactly where you'll find Lyle this evening, either chilling on one of the bar stools and people watching or helping out here and there - bussing tables or helping with any heavy lifting.
At a loss for what drink to order? He can help advise you. Even if he hasn't worked here since he used to help out in high school, he still knows a thing or two about the menu.
Spill something? You might see him helping clean up even if he's in jeans and a t-shirt instead of waiter dress code.
But when there's nothing else going on, he spends his time poking around on his phone, investigating the network... And, after a beer or two and some time being bored, he makes a post of his own.
[ Network => Text ]
seems like there's more and more of us every day, huh? guess it's my turn to introduce myself then. :)
Hi, my name's Lyle. 31 / Pisces / Locke City. I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. ;D (actually i'm kidding about that - but what's the point of talking on this thing if we don't have a bit of fun now and then?)
Anyway, joking and frivolity out of the way, I'm actually a special agent with the FBI, and honestly? I'm more interested in us getting along and keeping everyone as safe as possible as we figure things out than any sort of pissing contests over things like the giant robots and whatever else pops up from our supposed past lives.
So if you need help or protection, please don't hesitate to contact me, and I will do whatever I can within my power to help.
(( ooc: feel free to start a thread at the bar - hell, mingle it up if you want. OR go ahead and message him on the network - just let me know which in your subject line. :) ))
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He pauses a moment to let her get settled again before prompting, "So, what sort of drinks do you like, Miss Connors?"
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"I don't care much for the taste of alcohol," she admits. "So I like anything that can hide the flavor."
She looks down, suddenly embarrassed. Though her tastes had grown over the years, she never quite developed a taste for alcohol.
"Oh, by the way... You may call me Celia if you want to."
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He stands there, frozen for a second or two, mouth agape as he processes the pulse. Then he realizes he's sitting there with his mouth open like a moron and quickly shuts it, secretly grateful that that memory wasn't like the first one. But even so - he's not sure he's ever going to get used to this.
"I - uh. S-sorry." Smooth recovery, check. He swallows and ducks his head a little, turning to the bar, but he can't quite keep himself from looking back over at her, studying her intently for another moment or two. "An-- Celia, then. And you can just call me Lyle." He lets another awkward pause hang in the air before asking, "Um, what flavors do you like then?"
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It was all so vivid, as if it had just happened.
And when the memory finally passes, her face is a reflection of the handsome one before her. She snaps her mouth shut, then looks down, trying to suppress her growing blush.
"Lyle Dylandy," she says softly, more to herself than anyone else. That was the name of this bar wasn't it? Dylandy's?
It couldn't just be a coincidence.
"I should be the one apologizing," she says. She presses her lips together pensively, mentally deliberating how to proceed. If he wasn't really the Lyle from her memory, she'd look silly. But still, she found herself urgently wanting to know.
"Strawberry," she answers. A moment passes before she opens her mouth again.
"If Lyle was your real name," she says, softly. "Then what name did you normally go by?"