Characters: Claire and Austria
Date: Backdated to the start of the event.
Summary: What else? A not-so-chance meeting at Reno's bar.
Warnings: should be nothing.


There weren't many visitors today--Claire couldn't call them customers, since currency was moot in the Gardens. And besides, she liked cooking. Seeing someone enjoying the food she made was payment enough. Reno had a much less idealistic view of things, but Claire didn't let that get to her. She'd learned a bit about alcohol, too, though she never managed to develop a taste for it herself.

She was dusting off the various bottles lined up behind the counter when it happened, a sensation almost like being pressed on by a heavy wind, though without the chill that went with it. She stumbled slightly in surprise, leaning against the counter to steady herself. it didn't hurt, not really, but it was very insistent, and she resisted for a few moments before giving up. She shook out her skirts and found herself moving toward a window. It was still fairly early, the sun just starting to reflect off of the snow. Enough to make anyone approaching stand out.