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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

On the other side of the door, there was an explosion.

Well, there was always an explosion somewhere on the other side of the door, but this particular one was in Scotland, and it was the kind of thing that scours the landscape clean. And it was also the kind of thing that resulted in the door coming open in a burst of heat and light and gas smell, which was good, because otherwise the man in military fatigues would have been thrown into the door, rather than through it.

The Milliways door closes. The man stays where he is in a smoking heap.

[OOC: I've got a meeting about a web site now but should be back sometime in the next half hour to an hour. Tag if you like- I'll respond when I get back. Back now.]

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[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"You are welcome." She smiles a genuine natural smile. "I am Serena."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Somehow he didn't expect a last name from her anyway.

"So just exactly-" He picks up the mug and takes another sip. "-exactly where is this Milliways place, anyway? And d'you happen to know how the footy went?"

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"Milliways is a pocket of reality, outside normal space and time. Portals open from here, to different worlds and epochs, and people find their way in."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Ah," says Wells. "So no football scores then."

He's going to need another beer.

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"Just ask the bar for drinks. She will set a tab for you, and you can pay for them later." She finishes her drink. "So, Werewolves? Intelligent ones, or Feral ones?"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Oh, they were smart enough, all right," says Wells darkly. "Bastards were all night killing my squad, except Spoon and Cooper, and they fucking got Spoon in the end..."

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"Silver does not work on them? or you did not have silver weapons?"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

He looks back at her for a moment. "Would've been nice if we'd had a fucking clue the things even existed. We were lucky to have live ammo at all- this was a training exercise."

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"I see." She nods. The idea of being ambushed by werewolves without having the proper equipment to deal with them, makes her shudder.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he says, and sets the glass aside. "Can I get another of those?... I'll tell you, there is no way, no way, this night could get any worse."

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"Just ask Bar, and she will give you another." Serena strokes the counter. "And please, do not dare fortune to prove you wrong"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

He wrinkles his nose, muttering something about the moon, but turns back to Bar and orders up another pint.

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Serena smiles a bit, just watching him...