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First Entrance
Today had been pretty cut and dry: spend the morning washing the rig, spend the mid-morning listening to Sean and Franco compare their latest bedroom conquests, spend the early afternoon knocking down a routine apartment fire, and after they'd gotten back to the house and gotten the rig squared away in case they got called back out, he'd gone to take a shower.
The shower had been normal, too. All he'd needed was to wash the smoke and ash out of his hair. As he stepped out of the shower, he could smell something burning - meant Lou was probably cooking again - and after wrapping a dark blue towel around his waist, he headed for the locker room.
Only this wasn't the locker room.
Probationary Firefighter Mike Silletti finds himself standing a few feet from the Front Door, clutching the towel around his waist like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car - if deer walked on two legs and bothered to bathe and/or wear towels.
"Uh, guys?"
Because this has got to be a joke, right? Pretty good joke, turning the locker room into a bar. He smiles, thinking about it. They've gotten him good this time.
He looks behind him, not sure where the door has gone, but it hasn't quite registered yet.
"Seriously...you got me."
No, seriously...where are the guys. They should've been busting his balls by now, laughing at the look on his face. This...this is weird.
[OOC: Welcome to the bar, Probie. Mike is from Rescue Me and is in that nebulous timespace between seasons 2 and 3. Be gentle? Or not. Open til I say it's closed.]
The shower had been normal, too. All he'd needed was to wash the smoke and ash out of his hair. As he stepped out of the shower, he could smell something burning - meant Lou was probably cooking again - and after wrapping a dark blue towel around his waist, he headed for the locker room.
Only this wasn't the locker room.
Probationary Firefighter Mike Silletti finds himself standing a few feet from the Front Door, clutching the towel around his waist like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car - if deer walked on two legs and bothered to bathe and/or wear towels.
"Uh, guys?"
Because this has got to be a joke, right? Pretty good joke, turning the locker room into a bar. He smiles, thinking about it. They've gotten him good this time.
He looks behind him, not sure where the door has gone, but it hasn't quite registered yet.
"Seriously...you got me."
No, seriously...where are the guys. They should've been busting his balls by now, laughing at the look on his face. This...this is weird.
[OOC: Welcome to the bar, Probie. Mike is from Rescue Me and is in that nebulous timespace between seasons 2 and 3. Be gentle? Or not. Open til I say it's closed.]
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He mumbles around his cigar: "Well, shit."
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When Lou motions for him to turn around, Tommy glances behind him, and his jaw drops. He turns back to Lou, and hisses, "Goddammit! Did you tell him about this place? You told him, didn't you?"
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A beat.
"Wanna go give him shit?"
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Tommy tosses his cards down and gets up, with Lou following him.
"Hey! Probie!" he barks as he comes up toward Mike. "Put some goddamn pants on, asshole, this ain't one of your West Village joints. The hell're you doin' here?"
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Or where the door should be.
"I was gonna put them on, but then I walked into the locker room..." He looks back at the guys. "Did you guys do this? 'Cause if you did...wow. Did you see that chick in the dress over there," he cranes his head, looking for the weird Ren Faire outfit. "I dunno where she went, but where'd you find all these people?"
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"Yes. Yes, Tommy and I are completely responsible for putting an entire bar in the firehouse. It took a bit of planning and negotiating with the city and the department, but they eventually came around. And all these people? Let's just say that word of mouth travels fast at the end of the universe."
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"...but I thought Tommy wasn't drinking anymore."
He bites his lower lip between his teeth, looking around at all of the people. This...has got to be a joke. Right? There's no way those...
"...c'mon, there's no way that the Chief signed off on this." He laughs, a bit nervously. "Right? You guys are shittin' me."
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"I won't say anything," he says, looking between Tommy and Lou. "I promise."
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"Okay, it's like this," Lou begins, choosing his words carefully, because sometimes he uses words that Mike doesn't understand. "When you walked through the locker room door, it brought you here instead -- via magic, science, a combination of both, who knows? And this place? It's called Milliways. It's a bar at the end of the universe, not in our firehouse. It's not even in New York City. It's not even on Earth. If you take a look out that window -- and I assure you, it's a window, and not a PBS special about space on a plasma TV -- you'll see that we're nowhere near anything that's remotely like home."
That should be good enough for Mike to work with for now.
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Yeah.
That's about the state of Mike's brain right now.
"...they have bars in space?"
He squints slightly at the window.
"I thought they just had like, the space shuttle and stuff."
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To which Tommy replies with a growly sigh as he scrubs a hand through his hair.
"Alright. Look. It's not a bar in space. --Okay, well, technically, it's sorta like a bar in space, except bars in space don't generally exist to begin with. Anyways, all that matters is that the locker room door brought you here, okay? And people from different planets and universes and time periods an' shit -- they come in through their own doors, too. That's how Lou and I got here. And this place is more than just a bar, there's a lake and a forest outside, there's rooms upstairs, they've got the best food ever, and...the bar is magic."
He totally says this without any hint of sarcasm, which is probably a new thing for Mike.
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Mike glances towards the counter.
"The bar is magic." A glance at Tommy and Lou. "Like, David...David Bowie, in the movie with the puppets?"
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He pats the countertop. "I think the Probie needs some clothes before he breaks a rule."
Then a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt appears -- like magic! -- and he hands them over to Mike.
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"What. Woah." He works his jaw, speechless for a minute. "That's a neat trick, Lou. Where'd you learn that, magic school?"
It is kind of cold in here. He takes the shirt and quickly pulls it on, then moves to do the sneakiest deck-change ever beneath the towel, tugging on the sweats.
He somehow manages not to break the rule about nudity, but only barely.
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When Tommy gives him a Look, he shuts his mouth about Lou's magical abilities (or lack thereof) and focuses on the counter. The prospect of one of the fancy coffee flavors is exciting, and it's for that reason that he forgets that both Lou and Tommy are right there listening to him ask for a drink.
It's one of the ones that tastes like a Snickers bar in a cup.
"..and could you do one of those little..." Mike motions at the foam. "Those little pictures on it?"
Bar obliges, much to his delight.
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"You gotta be kiddin'," Tommy sneers. "We were never this simple and innocent. Believe me, I would've remembered if I was this simple and innocent, and if I did remember, I would never speak of it again."
He turns to Mike. "You get it now? That the bar is magic?"
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"Yeah, I mean, I guess, 'cause it just sorta showed up here, like you said...and it just gave me this coffee for free, and it's got the picture on it of...of..."
Mike stares at the slightly-damaged latte art with a somewhat sad expression.
"What's the planet with the rings again?"
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He listens to Lou's instructions, and nods. And then he grins.
"That Ren Faire chick was pretty hot," he agrees.
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He goes a little starry-eyed at the prospect.
"You mean like, real superheroes...like one day I'm gonna be sitting here drinking a coffee and Wonder Woman is just gonna show up and order a drink?"
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"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. Though you never know who's a superhero or not, 'cause they could be in disguise. It makes introductions really interesting. And also, the standard 'Where are you from?' becomes 'Where and when are you from?' 'cause they can come from the past or the future -- it's kinda crazy, but once you get used to it, it's pretty goddamn fun."
He turns to Lou. "You met anybody with special powers?"
Lou sticks his hands in his pockets and shrugs a little. "Sure did."
"What can she do?"
"She can bake. And I mean bake. Hoo boy, can she bake." Sunshine can do that, oh yes.
Tommy stares at him a bit blankly before turning back to Mike.
"So yeah -- all kinds of women."
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Maybe she'd even have the rope. That could be fun.
Though then again, after the threeway with his first grab...being restrained might be a little weird.
Subject change:
"Have you met any superheroes, Tommy?"
Unspoken: And have you nailed any of them?
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