milliways_bar | Entrance Post

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Entrance Post

[Pre-Milliways]

The door opens into a brightly lit space. Tristran Thorn is almost hesitant to take a step forward in case he ends up falling to his peril instead of finding his feet on firm ground. But he does it anyway because curiousity gets the better of him. The door closes behind him in a mysterious sort of way. He turns briefly to look over his shoulder, then his attention is brought back to the main room.

The warm chunk of wax in his hand is momentarily forgotten; all the young man in strange crimson and canary and russet cloth has on his mind is, where am I?, what is this place? and did the candle really bring me here?

He looks around and is very confused, but he has to admit, once his heart has resumed a more regular beat, that the atmosphere is rather pleasant, really.

Though it doesn't keep him from standing stock-still in his spot, looking rather out-of-place and foolish.

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A young curly-haired man with a fire extinguisher smiles at him from the bar.

"Hello, are you lost?"

His heart stops for a moment. Someone is talking to him.

"I--I believe so," he begins, clearing his throat. He turns to the man. "Yes...I don't suppose this is part of Faerie, is it?" He gestures to the room.

"I'm afraid not." he says gently. "This is Milliways, bar at the end of the universe. You're new I take it."

"The end of the universe?" he repeats, his voice slowly fading. "I didn't know it was possible to make it...this far." The last bit is barely a whisper.

He raises the chunk of wax in his hand to his face. Then he tucks it away into his bag. "Is this a...popular location?" he asks a little randomly.

"The door appears all over the place in different parts of space and time. And yes, there are many patrons. Welcome. First drink's on the house."

He extends a hand. "Dr Guppy Sandhu, nice to meet you."

Something about the man's explanation doesn't surprise him. After some of the things he'd seen in Faerie, this...Milliways...doesn't seem out of place. He believes him.

Tristran walks forward and takes Guppy's hand. "I'm Tristran Thorn," he replies, feeling it okay to tell him his name. "It's nice to meet you, too."

Guppy smiles.

"Did you say you're from Faerie? I've not heard of any others from there here."

Tristran shakes his head. "Well, I'm actually from Wall...it's a small village, separated from Faerie by stone walls." The familiarity of his home suddenly seems foreign as he thinks on it. In fact, it almost feels like a dream. He blinks. "I was...well, I am on a quest."

He suddenly feels thirsty. "Did you say that the first drink is on the house?"

"Yes, what would you like? Bar is sentient."

"Uh...what do you suggest?" asks Tristran, who, honestly, wasn't much of a drinker.

"Well do you want alcoholic or non-alcoholic?"

He thinks for a moment. He's been through too much to pass on an alcoholic drink. "Alcoholic," he replies. "Something...not too strong, though."

"How about a shandy? They can be made up not too strong."

"That sounds good," Tristran replies with a nod, though he really has no idea what shandy is. He's never heard of it. All they had in Wall were the usual home-brewed ales.

Guppy gets him a shandy and passes it over.

"There you go. While I remember, three rules in this place. No outside business. No nudity. No violence."

Tristran gratefully accepts his drink, taking a sip. It tastes...very different from the couple of drinks he has had experience with. But he likes it.

He nods as he listens to Guppy speak. "I'll remember that," he says. Then he frowns as several questions suddenly begin to appear in his mind like blinking lights. "So do people...regularly come here? How exactly do you find this place again once you leave?"

"I find it turns up all over the place. The portals are fairly regular from my world."

"And where is your world, if you don't mind me asking?" says Tristran as he takes another sip of his shandy. He feels a lot more relaxed now. Far better than when he had initially arrived at the bar.

"I'm from Holby, England, Earth, 2006."

He smiles. "Quite far from your home I think."

England? "There's an England in my world, too," Tristran says immediately, enthusiasm unavoidably creeping into his voice. "We're under the reign of Queen Victoria."

Immediately his mind associates the queen's name to Victoria Forester, whom he had gone on this confounded quest for in the first place.

He clumsily takes a small gulp of his shandy and begins to choke, coughing embarassedly.

Guppy leans over and slaps him on the back. Would be a pity for the guy to keel over from choking on his first night.

"Ah, not so different then. A little before my time I think."

Tristran nods and continues to cough until he's all coughed out. Then he shakes his head.

"Sorry about that..." he begins, clearing his throat. "It's just I was suddenly reminded of why I'm so far from my home in the first place." He closes his eyes for a moment then opens them. "You're not on a quest of your own, are you?"

Guppy continues to pat him on the back as long as he needs, then sips his own drink.

"No problem. Can't have you choking."

He shakes his head. "Not as such. Unless you count life in general. A quest to heal, to learn." To recover

"What is your quest?"

"I am to find the fallen star Victoria and I saw together and bring it back to her," he says proudly. "She is the girl I am in love with."

But he stops and shakes his head. "Unfortunately, I'm not sure how I'm going to get to it now that my candle's gone out."

He twists around in his seat to gain access to the bag that had been draped over his shoulder and reaches in to grab the familiar mound of wax. He pulls it out and shows Guppy. The little blackened wick is barely even there.

"We could get some matches from the bar and light it for you if you want."

"I suppose that may work..." he says, nodding. "It's just...I'm not quite sure which direction I walk to this time because I had been sure this was where the star should have been."

"There are stars up there." Guppy says, pointing to the observation window.

"That's the universe ending." he adds. "It resets every half hour or so."

"Resets?" Tristran asks, bewildered. "What happens when the universe...resets?" He isn't sure whether he should be fearing for his life or if the bar is somehow immuned.

"Starts ending again. Don't worry, it doesn't affect this place. Think of it as a picture."

He gets some matches from Bar. "Now let's see about this candle of yours."

[ooc: Slowtime/Fade? Mun has to go to bed]

[ooc: *nodnod* Fade is fine. Thanks for RPing with me! :)]

Perrault catches sight of the new arrival and his ears perk up. He is quite certain that he just caught a whiff of magic, and of a variety more familiar to him than usual. He strides over with a cheerful grin.

"I bid you welcome, good sir. Might you require any assistance?"

Tristran turns around and sees a figure that looks somewhat human-like, and somewhat like a cat. He isn't particularly frightened or shocked by the appearance, not after seeing strange things in Faerie. Otherwise he might have flipped his lid upon seeing him.

"Hullo," he says.

That's been Perrault's reaction to a good portion of Milliways. But he's adjusting.

"This place can be quite the shock to many new arrivals, but I've no doubt a capable gentleman such as yourself will catch on quickly. . ."

Tristran nods in agreement. "I wasn't sure what to expect when I first arrived," he admits, "but after spending some time here, I find it rather harmless. Quite nice, actually." He shrugs. "So are you what they call a...regular, then?"

"Oh, certainly. I've been frequenting this establishment for many months now. A fascinating place."

Tristran doesn't know what else to say and so nods once more. He has just about finished his drink and is contemplating getting another, but he suddenly realizes he isn't sure what sort of money to use to pay for his next drink.

"This bar...I suppose since everyone comes from a different world, they would have different sorts of currency..." He reaches into his bag and brings out a couple of shiny gold coins, some of his savings from working as a shop-clerk. "Would they accept this if I were to buy another drink?"

Perrault gives him a nod. They're similar to the coins he's paid his tab with.

"Most certainly. I believe that they will accept any currency you have to offer."

[OOC: Sorry for the slowness! Connection issues.]

[ooc: that's okay! :D I was out for dinner for an hour...so yeah...we're even?]

"That's good to know," Tristran remarks, letting one of the gold coins lie flat on the table surface. He goes about ordering another of the same drink.

"So, if I may be so bold, what world is it that you come from?" the young man asks. Being here is beginning to work wonders for his confidence level.

"A normal world, though I suppose anyone would say that about the world they came from. There's quite a bit of woodland, kingdoms throughout, and the occasional bit of magic."

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