...well, he had to come in SOME time

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"--out me, all right? I'll be right back. Just going to--"

Interrupted words for a man interrupted in time and space, plucked out like a daisy in the garden of life (though he'd more than likely cuff you one if you called him a daisy, so best to keep that to yourself). That being said, Creedy certainly wasn't expecting to find a drinking establishment, well... anywhere being as the only alcohol in the castle came from his own tub, and especially not at the latrine.

For one, it wasn't exactly sanitary.

For another, it's a pub. At the latrine.

He holds up a hand, as if to scold someone or other for... something. What. Something. Then he spins around because whoever it was wasn't in front of him, so perhaps they were behind him. No.

Aha.

So...

"QUINN!"

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche, on his way in from the stables, blinks at him.

"...hi."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

Blink.

That was an answer, but... aah, a little lower.

"Hello."

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Are you new?"

It seems the obvious guess, after all.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He scratches his head a moment before nodding.

"I'd say so, yes. New to here."

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He grins. "Welcome to Milliways, then. I'm Gavroche."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He sticks out a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Gavroche. Name's Creedy. I'm not in France, am I?"

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche shakes his hand.

"Nah, I haven't been there for ages. I told you, it's Milliways."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"And how'm I to know where that is, eh?"

He stands up straight again.

"Still in England then?"

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"No. Long way from either." He nods to the observation window. "The bar at the end of the universe."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

He's over towards the Observation Window with his notes and his approximation of dinner; even here he's easily distracted. But not so easily so that he completely fails to hear his own name being called- and in that voice! Quinn's head jerks up. "Creedy?" he answers, the notes being hastily shoved aside as he jumps to his feet. "That you?"

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"No, it's the Queen of England. Yes, it's me! What the bleeding hell is this?"

Because Quinn always had the answers. Always. Or at least, when he didn't, it felt better that they didn't know the answers together.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Quinn laughs- how could he not?- and threads his way through the tables towards his friend. "D'you remember that pub I told you about- the one I thought was a dream, a few days back?" he asks. It seems a safe enough place to start.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah," he admits as he looks around a little, "but I wasn't exactly figuring I'd be wandering into your head any time soon."

There's an obvious joke about a mind in a gutter that could be made here. However, Creedy is talking to Quinn. Also, for the record, he's rather confused and someone freaked out, so he won't be making that joke.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"And do you remember the nine-year-old boy that everyone says they believe is my nephew, but really, they're all convinced he's mine and I just won't admit it?" Quinn continues.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"Aye."

A nod.

"And I hope you don't think I think--"

He takes a moment to blink before really looking around.

"...and this is it, then?"

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Yep," says Quinn, the smile broadening into a proper grin. "This is it. Welcome to Milliways. I told you it was real."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"Well." and the word hangs there a moment, since he didn't really have an excuse. Quinn was probably the most levelheaded, sane human being he'd ever known (beside himself, of course) and a shit liar to boot. There'd been no reason to doubt his word... except for the sheer impossibility of what he'd said, which had been proved possible just a few minutes before.

"Words," he says after a minute, "don't aptly describe it, now, do they?"

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

Isuzu has been looking for the man who's name has been shouted to thank him for his help the previous day.

And she's practically startled by the shout in the first place.

"You're looking for him too?"

She asks. Pretty girl all in black, looks a little tired and on the thin side but, she's rather tall for her nationality.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

That gets the girl a headtilt.

There's a moment where he tries to figure out if this is some girl that Quinn's kept quiet about or another adoptee, but being as Quinn is Quinn, he figures it's the latter as opposed to the former.

"Yeah. He, uh, he's a friend of mine. Friend of yours, then?"

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

Now that takes some consideration on her part. After the previous day, would she call him that? She didn't make friends easily but, the man had been rather easy to get along with... so, why not?

"You could say that. He and I did have a conversation yesterday and he helped me out after something happened."

She tilts her head to one side slightly.

"I was looking for him to thank him."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

Good.

In his opinion, Quinn didn't get enough thanks. If someone was going to give him some, all the more power to them.

"Well, I wasn't exactly looking for him, but then I stepped in here instead of-" well, he's not going to say he was walking to the latrine "someplace else and if anyone'd know what was going on, it'd be him."

He looks at her carefully.

"Helped you out with something?"

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

Ah, so he's new here.

Well, for once, she knows, kind of, what she's doing.

"I was trying to hide in a closet and wound up here."

She inclines her head at the question.

"It's a little complicated."

And she doesn't know how he'll react if he's told that she had Quinn help her by turning her into a horse.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"Closet? Someone after you?"

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

She considers her options and shakes her head.

"Not exactly. My cousin invited someone over that I did not want to see and so, I hid and wound up stuck here."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He nods, not willing to pry. Whoever she liked or disliked among her kin wasn't his business. As long as no one was trying to hurt her...

Quinn's not the only one who tends towards helping those in need.

"Ahh. Right."

He looks around.

"Been here long? And, uh, happen to know exactly where 'here' is?"