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[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

...he's sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. Perhaps it's not the most exciting experience the world has ever known, but it's pretty damn lovely for a man who hasn't seen a new bit of print in some years. He's already read the "current events" for whatever world the previous occupant of the booth had been from and now he's on the funnies.

Damn. End of the universe and Dogbert's still a gas.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

He's got a leg up on his friend, then. Quinn never even thought of looking for a newspaper. Might explain why he passes the table right by on the first go-round, then turns and comes back to see-

"There you are. I was wondering where you'd got off to."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't hiding," he answers calmly enough before his eyes flit over to the comic again. Then he's holding in something of a snicker. A moment passes before he looks up to Quinn, utterly straightfaced.

"Why, you need me for something, Quinn?"

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"When you're done with the paper." Quinn's pretty unfazed. "It's just there's potential for beer involved, so I figured you should know straight off."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

Perk.

"Beer? As in... at the castle?"

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"No, I mean here- of course I mean at the castle." But he's smiling. "Depends whether you think there's enough soil along the inside of the northern wall to plant a couple of hop vines. The man who got 'em for me says they grow in shade."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He nods. Then he nods again, a bit more energetically.

"Bloody hell, man, I'll put it there if I have to."

And then he calms down a bit.

"That is, there should be but if not, I could always grab a bit of soil from out back to bolster it."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"I think that's not likely to be a problem," Quinn says. "You'll have to take care of 'em, of course. I'm gonna be working on bodging something together for the rabbits to live in. And the goats, though I might dump that on Eddie and his kids."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"Rabbits? Goats? We starting a petting zoo, Quinn?"

Though his expression says he knows exactly what Quinn's doing and he's pleased as anything. Meat and cheese and some milk. Leather and fur and hell, good luck charms.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"They're small, they breed fast, and they're protein on the hoof. It was that or pigs, and you can't get wool from pigs." Quinn shrugs. "If we can keep 'em fed, we can keep us fed, better than we'd been managing anyways. Goats're easier to keep fed than sheep, even if you are the only Scotsman left in a hundred miles."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

It does Knox's heart good to see someone reading a newspaper. Yeah, he's from a place where the newspaper still dominates the conversation, but he knows that the competition is only going to get worse (and he doesn't even know about the Internet coming).

"Anything good?"

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He nods and points to the cartoon.

"The dog's hilarious."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox looks. "I don't know that strip. Or at least my paper doesn't carry it." Maybe it will someday, but not in December 1989. "Art's pretty rudimentary. What's it about?"

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"Just life and people being silly. Simple stuff, but pleasant enough to read."

He hasn't picked up a newspaper that wasn't screaming about dragons (or still smoking along the edges) for quite some time.

"Not from my world, mind, but it was here in the booth so I picked it up."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Well, as long as you read a newspaper, then I'm happy. You know how hard it is to get kids to read them these days.

"Um, these days being 1989 in my case. Alexander Knox, Gotham City." He extends his hand.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He gives Knox something of an eyebrow raise, since he doesn't really know anything of the sort, considering, before taking the man's hand.

"I go by Creedy. And--"

And his brain goes into overdrive.

This man's from Batman City.

"Originally from London, now in Northumberland."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Something about that is familiar...would I have met anyone else from there in the Bar?" He's good with names, but not with places. His wrold tends to be Gotham and Not Gotham.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"My friend's been here some time, making deals and getting us supplies."

He's a little distrustful, so he doesn't mention the name. If he had spoken to Quinn, he'll know who he's talking about.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

The mun soundly curses her work which has prevented her from tagging until now.

[Millitimed to after Quinn and Creedy's converstation.]

The man's chuckles attract the attention of another patron who is on his way to the Bar while whistling "Closer to Fine". Naraht pauses for a moment...what a pity the paper's not printed in infrared ink.

"May I ask what is so amusing?" he asks, good-naturedly.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"S'the comic, you see. It's--"

Blink. Blink blink.

He's looking around and he's not seeing where the speaker is.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

A vaporous chuckle and the freaking huge boulder which has somehow moved into the room waves glittering macrocillia at him.

"Over here," he says.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

See Creedy.

See newspaper.

See Creedy lose the newspaper as he nearly falls out of the booth.

"'the bloodh hell?"

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

See newspaper.

See Naraht.

See Naraht chuckle again as he glides forward to retrieve the paper for Creedy.

"I do seem to get that a lot. Even here."

He holds up the newspaper as if to examine it. "You'd think they'd start printing these things with ink I could see eventually."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," he answers slowly. "Just found it in the booth. Not mine, really."

Squint.

"You'd be, uh... Naraht? The rock?"

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, you've heard of me," he says, handing it back. "Though since I am the only Horta in Milliways, I'm rather hard to mistake, Mr..."

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Quinn told me. I, uh... didn't believe him about the rock, er, you being a rock, that is. Something of a shock."