http://killer-bride.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] killer-bride.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-01-25 12:34 pm

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A tall blonde woman in blue scrubs walks stiffly into the bar. A rather pink and retro key chain dangles from her hand.

Like all newbies, she's confused.

[ ooc: also, please not to be confusing her with Angua. They Look Nothing Alike™ ]

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Preston's feathers are just a little bit ruffled, so drawing himself up again he-shrugs.

"To tell you the truth I don't know." He says, then hesitates.

"...you don't believe me."

Or so he thinks. That'd be the clerical intuition.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Beat.

" if you were doped upon drugs then you wouldn't be ambulatory."

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"The only medical drug that I know of that can allow individuals to remain ambulatory-and remotely cognescant, is Prosium."

He pauses, "...Do you require medical attention?"

He's now considering that the scrubs might have a much more dire signifigance.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"....of course."

Yeah. Right.

He snorts, "Let me try asking you another question. What year is it?"

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was born in 2089." Preston said bluntly, not caring either of she believes him or not, "Different worlds at different times."

the expession on his face reading, do you get me?.

He's really trying.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Finally-something that Preston can relate to.

Confusion.

He visibly relaxes, "I don't know either-the mechanics of this place are something else entirely."

He flips the bokken back, idly.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Preston stops in his tracks.

"....The door right behind you will return you to your world." he points, "....you can see it right?"

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Preston's blushing. He suddenly becomes engrossed in his blade, "...The-sometimes the bar keeps people here."

That happened to him.

"....I must sound crazy."

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-26 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Preston nods, a half grin on his face, "I hear that."