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[emptychair]

[OOM: Do you hear the people sing
Lost in the valley of the night?
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light.

...

Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes...
Tomorrow comes!]


He can hear a distant song, the fading echo of drums, and there is a light that is too bright to be of the world he knows. He stumbles toward it, eventually all but falling through a doorway into...

Well, into he isn't sure where. He looks around him. Surely his comrades should be with him also, if this is indeed the afterlife the priests often spoke of. But there are no faces he recognizes, and he does not believe that the world beyond would take the form of a wine shop even if such a place did exist.

Bloodstained, tattered, smelling of gunpowder, he weaves his way toward the bar, feeling an overwhelming need to sit.

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[not_his_pa]

(OOC: Will be slightly slow as I must take a shower but yay!)

Gunpowder is a smell that you don't get that often in Milliways, modern guns don't seem to smell quite the same.

William looks up from his book at the man who enters and hurries off, "Sir, here, lean on me."

[emptychair]

[ooc: No worries! :)]

Enjolras takes the offer of help gladly, leaning on his shoulder.

"My thanks. I am but a little weak. It will pass."

[not_his_pa]

"Look like you came from a battle. Sit down here and I'll get you something. What would you like?"

He's already planning on getting some bandages from Bar though he can't see exactly where the man's hurt just that there's too much blood.

[emptychair]

"Some water, if it's not too much trouble," he says, carefully taking a seat.

[not_his_pa]

"None at all, sir," They're not too far from the counter and soon William returns with some warm water, bandages, a glass of water and some bread.

"You just eat that and I'll get you cleaned up. Can you take your jacket off?"

[emptychair]

"Again, my thanks."

He takes the water and sips it slowly. "I do not believe I am injured. At least...if I am, they are beyond repair."

[not_his_pa]

William sits down at that, he's never met someone coming in right after they died and his face gets white,

"Oh, yeah, that would change things."

[emptychair]

He takes another sip, using the time to gather his thoughts.

Eventually, he manages, "What is this place?"

[not_his_pa]

"Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe. It ain't Heaven or Hell but someplace in between, you're not the only dead man that ends up here. My father's here."

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche glances over automatically as the door opens and closes. Then he gapes at the new arrival and then he gets up and makes a hurried beeline for him, with a joyous cry of "Enjolras!"

[emptychair]

Enjolras looks up immediately at his name, but he does not, at first, recognize the young man coming toward him. There is something familiar about him, certainly.

Once his brain begins to make the connection, he gasps in shock. "Gavroche? It cannot be..."

He only just saw the little fellow cut down.

[street_sparrow]

"It is." He's grinning hugely, so glad to finally have one of his old friends with him here. "It's a long story, and you just arrived, it can wait. Let me buy you a drink."

[emptychair]

"I would take some water," Enjolras says, still a bit in shock but finding himself smiling a bit in response. "But I don't understand. You've...grown."

[street_sparrow]

"Water?" He cocks an amused eyebrow at Enjolras, leading him towards the bar. "And you were friends with Grantaire. And... yes, that's part of the long story. I know you don't believe in magic, but this place... is going to change that."

[emptychair]

"I've a feeling I'll need my wits about me here more than ever," Enjolras says. "Especially if there's magic afoot, as it seems there must be, despite my unwillingness to believe."

[street_sparrow]

"There is that", he allows. "There are people here need to be treated carefully. Tell me, what happened out there before you were brought in? You were surprised to see me grown, so... I know one thing did."

[emptychair]

"I was surprised to see you grown because when last I saw you, you were but a boy. And I believed you had died."

[lt_blade]

It's the smell of gun powder that catches her attention. While no one really uses gun powder anymore..she knows the residual smell of explosives anywhere.

Then there's the blood..a faint smell she recognizes even more.

Sonya was only there to get in some actual light reading, for once not dealing with tactics or military history or field manuals.

Seeing the man stumble in the door way-well, looks like that plan went down the toilet.

"Holy!.." She jumps out of her seat and rushes over to him, carefully taking his arm over her shoulder. "I got you.."

She was a tall woman, just a few inches short of 6 ft, and being that most of the guys she's fought with where twice his weight, she would've had no problem carrying him if that was the case.

Which she actually hoped wasn't-it would mean he's lost too much blood.

She was tired of loosing people like this.

[emptychair]

"My thanks," Enjolras says, leaning against her briefly. "I am not injured, I believe, merely faint."

[lt_blade]

Normally Sonya would call him on bullshit, or atleast give him credit for trying to bluff, but the hand she's holding isn't clammy or cold. The guy doesn't look to well, but not on the verge of death either.

"Blood loss will do that." He was too pale for it not to be.

"Right.." She pulled him up to a chair and helped him sit down. "Easy does it."

There was a quick debate: order from bar directly, or order from the rats and have to explain why a large rat was serving him.

"Bar..can we get some orange juice please...maybe a few cookies?"

A glass of orange juice and some chocolate chip cookies appeared infront of them. True, it probably wasn't the best sort of food heath wise, but it was still food and it would give him a quick shot of energy.

[emptychair]

Enjolras gapes in shock, certain he must be hallucinating. Perhaps, after all, he is not dead and is merely feverish, wasting away in a hospital somewhere or still hanging out that window.

"I...do not understand..."

[lt_blade]

"You're in Milliways. It's a the universe that just 'pops up'." She said, decided to go for short if not sweet.

"Bar here is sentient. If you're polite enough and half money you could ask for anything."

She takes one of the cookies. "Drink up, dehydration's not your friend-cookies aren't bad either."

She takes a bite of one.

[emptychair]

He sips the juice distractedly. "I'm not sure what money I do have," he says, patting his jacket.

[lt_blade]

"Don't worry, this one's on me." She said. It wasn't like she made a habit of spending a lot of money in this place anyway. "Your first order's free though..."

Sonya paused..the guy didn't look like he was wearing any underarmor, and looking where the blood was mostly coming from..

Could this guy even leave the bar...she had heard of people being 'bound' here.

"We'll talk about money after one quick question-can you see the 'door' behind you? Just humor me."

[emptychair]

With a confused frown, Enjolras glances over his shoulder. He knows that is where he came in, but he doesn't see how anymore.

"I...no, I cannot."