milliways_bar | Entrance Post for an Askani'son

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Entrance Post for an Askani'son

He has been called many things, and has many names: Nathan Christopher Dayspring Charles Askani'son Summers. He is known currently, in his time, as Cable.

He has been temporal warrior, would be saviour, soldier, hero, X-Man, son, father, brother, lover, widower, terrorist, freedom fighter, assassin, statesman, inventor, and villain.

Today he was merely tinkering, putting together idle tech he has had laying around and has been promising to work on. Today he was thinking of the next step in his plans and ideals. Today was a relaxing day, free of politics and even of Deadpool..

Until he connected one circuit too many and suddenly encountered a power surge that activated the not fully completely rebuilt Temporal Core.

There was a tearing sensation and a feeling like falling that he had felt before when he had taken similar time journeys, the flicker of a long, brilliantly lit place, elsewhere, falling through it, and then...

...and then, he slammed into something, hard.

It took him a long moment to realize there was no air, and then that he was in front of a door.

He glanced around and then took the only option open and opened it, stepping forward, into... a Bar?

He shook his head, then stepped fully inside and let the Door close.

What the hell?

Welcome to Milliways, Cable.

((ooc: *it is probably of note that he is carrying on him, visibly, a few guns of 21st century and beyond tech-levels. He is , also, a cyborg, his left arm being visibly mechanical looking. His left eye also glows softly most of the time.*))

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Here's something Cable should find reassuring, a boy in a mask and spandex! Okay, there's no X involved anywhere, but a hero is a hero, right?

"Nice chrome."

Nathan raises one eyebrow and nods.

"Nice mask."

Niceties over with, he glances around again and then back at the... youngster? He eyes him ofor a moment, then nods.

"I dont suippose you can tell me where I am?"

"Why, I certainly can sir."

A wide geture towards the Window.

"This is Milliways, bar at the end of the universe."

Cable glances that way and his eyes widen. He curses for a moment in several languages and then steps forward, his bionic eye analyzing wavelength and spacial light energy even as he noticed no panic. He forced himself to relax, even if he couldnt keep the tenseness out completely, and definitely not out of his voice.

"What the hell?"

Tim sighs slightly.

"That's the end of the universe."

"You said that already. How? Why? And Why am I here?"

He has learned that most things have many answers, but few are truly important. Boil it down, find the important parts.

"How? Any number fo ways. Perhaps by your own hand, if you were fiddling with things man was not meant to know. You might be dead, it's possible. Or, a door might simply have opened for you."

A thoughtful look.

"Why is harder. No one is quite sure why. I give credence to the idea that we are all pieces in some galactic game, brought here to be tested and tried, and score points for our users."

"Hmmm. interesting. Sounds like one of the Grandmaster's ploys. So what exactly is Milliways, other than a Bar at the End of the Universe?"

"It's a community, an in between place and a recruiting ground."

He shrugs.

"To paraphrase, it's just this place, y'know?"

Cable nods, slowly. Then his mouth twists a bit in a smile.

"Done this greeting-thing a few times?"

A shrug.

"One version of me has?"

Cable eyes the young man, then nods dubiously.

"Okay..."

He sighs and looks around.

"What can yopu tell me that I should know, then?"

"Rules. No violence, business or sex. Food and drink can be gained by the bar. She's magic, just ask. If you're staying, ask her for a key."

He points at the front door.

"If you can see the door, you might be able to leave, You should check. People here come from all over, and have all sorts of powers. Generally, if someone is dressed in black, they'll be capable fo erasing you from existance. And the security team is capable of dealing with people like that."

Cable stands there, just letting the information in. There will be time enough for doubts, freaking out, and /or getting drunk later. His father had always taught him First Things First; Find out Things.

"About the rules. No violence, business or sex allowed anywhere in the area? or a limited zone? Or at certain times? About the Bar and keys: Where are the rooms? How do I find the one the key leads to? About Security: Who do I talk to to find out more about them?"

And he looks at the Door, then takes a few steps back to it, opens it, an stares at the outside of the Bar where he came inf rom.

"It seems to open up to where I came in from just fine. Not sure how I will get home, but at least it opens."

"None of them in public. Duels are allowed out by the lake, but only if both parties are willing, or one of them is a villain. Sometimes the rules get stretched."

He gestures up the stairs.

"Rooms are up there. They're numbered, for ease of finding."

And then he points at the staff wing.

"Security offices are down there, but anyone with a badge that says 'security' is on the team."

Cable nods, listening, and smiles, then, a genuine smile.

"Thank you."

He sticks out his hand.

"I am called Cable."

Tim smiles right back.

"When the mask is on, I'm Hellspawn."

Cable nods.

"Your world hosts superheroes then, I take it, or are you alone there?"

He gestures towards the Bar.

"Care for a drink? If I have to figure out to do this, might as well not be alone."

"First drink is one the house. Just address her and ask for it."

A shake of the head.

"Pleny of heros on my world. I lead a team called the New Mystic Youth."

He grins.

"Sounds interesting. I am completely and utterly unfamiliar with magic, so I leave it to the professionals."

he starts towards the bar.

"Been doing this long? The hero-job?"

"Since a little after I was 13."

A good time.

"I'm somethign of a professional, but Hellraiser does it better then me."

He nods as he arrives at the Bar, hesitates, then asks, as he had been told.

"Ah... Bar? Can I have a drink, soda, any variety, and a room key?"

When they appear, he stares for just a moment, then nods. High tech or magic, either way, he has dealth with them. He will think or panic more later. He turns back to the young man.

"Get you anything?"

Clarkes Law, right?

"No, thank you though sir. I'm good."

Yep.

"Very well. And thanks for the primer."

He holds up his key, looking at it, then glances around as he pockets it.

"Anything else I should know? I am thinking I will take an early night. Tomorrow... sounds like it might be interesting."

"Don't drink the pan galactic gargle blaster. And if you're distressed, don't go swimming. The shark will eat you."

All said with a straight face.

Cable's smile teists and he chuckles.

"I hear you. Thanks."

he sticks out his hand again.

"See you again, anoither night?"

Tim shakes it.

"Sure thing."

Cable nods and heads for the stairs.

Logan's been here all along. Really, he has.

And now he is eyeing the large, well armed cyborg curiously. Curiously in this case meaning with a very clear air of 'what the fuck? about him.

Cable's been around long enough to almost feel eyes when they are on him, and he glances over and nods to the person... who looks very familiar.

But it is obvious... in height, weight, facial features, and the look on the man's face, that he wasnt Wolverine... at least not the one Cable knew.

Something else was going on. Cable wasnt sure what, but the first thing that popped into his head was Alternate universes. Again.

Hey, at least this one doesn't have Apocalypse. Yet.

We hope.

Logan continues eyeing him. Because, cyborg. Weapons. Enough said.

Cable raises an eyebrow and nods again.

"Can I help you?"

"Nope." He's a man of few words, clearly.

Cable nods then and turns back to watching the room, moving further in and to the side, so as to not be in front of the Door, which he glances back at, assuring himself it is still there.

"As you wish."

...Lucky bastard.

"You should see if it still opens." He's assuming it's there, because most people would at least be surprised if a door were to suddenly disappear.

Cable blinks and glances at the man, then turns back to the Door and walks to it. He reaches out and opens it... to reveal the outside of the Bar. Since that is where he just came from, he doesnt know any better and nods, closing it.

"Yes. It seems to."

Well. That looks weird.

"Your world must be an interesting place."

Cable glances at him.

"It generally is. I'm not entirely sure how I got here, but I think I managed to match bad timing and bad luck."

He shrugs and glances back around the Bar.

"Ah, can you by chance tell me where I am?"

"Bar called Milliways. At the end of the universe, apparently." He isn't entirely certain that the view from the observation window isn't a fake. He also isn't inclined to check.

"Ah... physically or temporally?"

What? It's a valid question!~

"...Yes." As far as he knows, both.

Cable nods, then moves out into the room a little more, glancing around the crowd, wishing he still had his telepathy.

"Well... I guess I should find out what I can. Anything else you think I need to know here?"

He's probably lucky he doesn't. Take the combined angst factor of the X-Mansion and multiply it by a thousand.

"Yeah. No violence, sex, or business in the bar. Pisses Security off."

"Is Business defined? And what is the Security like here?"

Tactical information is always appreciated.

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