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[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

The Spokane Indian Reservation is outside the town of Wellpinit, Washington. That's the eastern part of the state. Its residents don't leave often.

Not even the weird ones.

So that's why when the front door opens and a man -- fairly average-looking, hair long and unbound -- walks in, he blinks. Mostly because there's never been a bar in Thomas Builds-the-Fire's bathroom before, but also because this place is not the Spokane reservation. It is, in fact, white. Very white.

Weird he may be, but Thomas Builds-the-Fire knows better than anybody that weird and stupid don't mean the same thing. Not all the time, anyway.

For the moment he's just standing, and looking, and listening. Because this? This is weird.

Maybe he walked into a story.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Hello there."

Friendly guy, this Tim.

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

Also, white. Very white.

"Hi," says Thomas, blinking a little.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

And English! His anscetors stayed on thier side of the ocean, no guilt there!

"New here?"

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, except for, you know, the centuries of imperialist practices leading up to government-sanctioned genocide.

Maybe this isn't the best route to take.

"Guess so. Ain't like I've ever been in a bar in my bathroom."

[firewitandhate.livejournal.com]

Loki Skywalker walks over. "You look new. I can tell by the general 'oh shit' look."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

"...yep," says Thomas, scratching his head. "Never had a bar in my bathroom, enit? It seems like a thing that would give most people an 'oh shit' look."

[firewitandhate.livejournal.com]

Loki grins. "Well, right now, you're at the end of the universe. Which means there's drinks for everyone."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

"I would have thought it means everybody's dead."

Thomas eyes the bar.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah? Totally not white. Also good at greeting newcomers, should she happen to see them, which judging by the fact that she set down the drawing book she'd been working on, Klutz and Quentin Blake, of course, and was heading over, it could be assumed that she'd noticed, "Hey. You look a little lost."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

"Ya-hey," says Thomas. "Ever been lost in your own bathroom?"

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah laughed softly, sweeping her hair away from her face and just holding it there. It was a nice laugh, amused more than anything, and not mocking at all, "No, but then again, I get here through my closet."

She offered a hand, "Sarah Rainmaker."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

He shakes. "Thomas Builds-the-Fire." Beat. "You aren't Spokane."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

A small girl with improbably colored hair steps in not long after, and stops short behind him. Stepping around people is rude.

"Excuse me --"

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

Thomas turns around.

Blinks.

"Sorry." He steps aside.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," says Anthy, automatically, and, "Thank you."

But instead of moving forward she adds, "Pardon me, but are you new to this place?"

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

"Guess so. It's funny when your bathroom don't lead to your bathroom any more."

Thomas looks vaguely bemused.

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

Wisakedjak isn't white.

Also not really human, but that's not immediately obvious.

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

Well, good for him.

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

He's also watching Thomas intently.

[flybywash]

And then there's the guy who's even more pale than the rest of the bar and clearly overcompensating for it with a blinding green and blue Hawaiian shirt.

He's caaaaaarefully balancing a bowl of salad on top of a plate of apple slices on top of a mug of coffee as he walks by. And, of course, it's right as he walks by that it starts to slip.

"Son of -- "

His cane clatters.

"Hey, uh, 'scuse me, little help?" he begs of Thomas.

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Thomas picks up the cane.

The shirt doesn't bother him. Victor bought himself a closet full of polyester disco clothes back in the day when everybody was wearing that kind of thing. Back then Victor was flush. He has't been flush since, so he's stuck wearing disco clothes. An Indian anachronism.

He hands the cane over. "Here you go." Beat. "You need any help with that stuff?"

[flybywash]

"Xiexie ni. Yeah, maybe a little, just the -- " He tucks the cane under his arm for a moment and steadies the tower of edibles. "Think you could get the salad?"

[creator_raven]

Raven often finds himself walking into stories.

This place is very good for such things.

He blinks at Thomas, head tilting, eyes bright and black.

"Hello."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

Thomas's head tilts the other way. He looks a little confused. "Ya-hey."

[creator_raven]

Raven's head tilts a little farther.

"You have been here before?"

This is definitely a question.