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[OOM: There'll always be an England. It's just that eventually, it's REALLY going to suck.]

The door opens, and for a moment the ruddy-gold light of candles and lamps can be seen on the other side. Not for long, though. The blue-clad, bearded fellow who trudges through closes the door behind him.

And then stops, two paces in, and stares.

Quinn Abercromby hasn't got any words at all for this.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh-well-

Preston would have to be a fool to miss that look, "Tea?" The bar can make you anything you like, "...Would you like some? The bar makes an excellent Green Tea."

Preston finishes his own cup off, confused-until he recalls what Quinn said about things being destroyed.

"They make English tea as well-or so people tell me."

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"They're employees." Preston murmured, "I was a bit wary at first. The camps at Disneyland supposedly included guards dressed as rats but-"

Preston stops himself before he launches into another "Pre-Libria lecture"

"-So. What do you do in your world sir?"

Polite to the end.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
To Preston, that equates to "Docent" and to-

Father

He bites back the name a little roughly as he studies his hands on the tabletop, "...I am-I was an enforcer in a dystopian government who's sole purpose in life was to destroy items rated EC-10. Books, games, movies, and anything else that was designed to illicite emotion."

HE winces, "I'm sort of-in between jobs at the moment."

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Sadly no." Preston smiles softly, "If...you have trouble with hallucinations I'm told there's an infirmary here?"

Totally missing the point. Again.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Preston watches quietly. Let the fellow enjoy himself.

"There's a few other things." Preston's voice is quiet, "CAn you see the door behind you?"

Preston, very clearly-cannot.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Preston sighed, "Sometimes the building plays tricks on people-well-I wouldn't know if I'd call it a trick." He hesitates, "It's-for lack of a better word-magic."

And he sighs, because a Cleric believing in magic is just-well-just.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
The Twin thing.

"...you-"

He stops.

"-the bar binds people. things can get pretty strange around here." He smiles a little to himself.

"Do you like what you do? Teaching I mean?"
Because he's assuming that quinn's primary function is "TEACHER"

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
A man who looks like him, and who sounds an awful lot like-Father.

Preston hesitates, "Be wary of what you teach them."

He swallows, "Too often does an individual trust in the authority that an educator provides. A good educator should strive to educate about all aspects of society and never control-anyone."

Ironically-a line from Father.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Preston quiets again, allowing the man more time to enjoy it.

"...that's good."

He'd eat but he hasn't had an appetite for the past few days. This man-

"Hungry?"

There's an edge to preston's voice that he can't disguise-but he thankfully covers it, "Sorry-I'm-tired I guess."

He hasn't been sleeping very well.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine." Preston said bluntly, "I haven't been sleeping that well." Both Robbie and Lisa had noticed.

Preston sighed, "I'm given ration coupons-that the bar seems to take. She'll take any kind of currency. Your meal's on me." It's the least I can do for a twin.

And how weird is that?

Preston is doing his best not to stare at quinn with a perverse sort of fascination.