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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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[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.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Really?"

Now, so does Anthy.

After a considering pause: "There is a restroom here, if you're looking for one."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Where?"

Well. That was why he was going in the bathroom.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Down that way, to the left," she says, pointing. "It's easy to find, because it's not labelled."

[hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com]

...the sad part is that this makes plenty of sense to Thomas.

"Okay. Thanks."