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It may be some time before Quinn gets up the nerve to walk outside again, no matter how appealing the green landscape is. At least he's starting to think he knows why. He's not going to be staying here much longer. Not if his world keeps grabbing him back and pulling other people with him. It's nearly time to go home.

Still, he could do with a proper dinner or two before he has everything together, so he makes his way down to the Bar and finds a convenient booth. It'll do as well as anywhere else, really.

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And in walks the magic-wielding mouse. He moves to the bar and asks for some drink and then smiles a bit as he notices Quinn and waves a bit. His hood is up around his face but his body language is saying approachable.

Someone familiar, who isn't Moiraine or Tom- Quinn still feels a bit guilty about what happened with them. They're inside now, though, so it shouldn't be a problem. "Evening," he says, getting to his feet to meet up with the mouse. "Haven't seen you in a while; how've you been?"

Mickey shrugs,

"Things aren't looking so good at home. The Heartless are gathering outside Hollow Bastion. There's something different, it's an entire army of them. We don't have very many people to resist the attack."

Bonzo, being in the Bar with his 'ban' on staying there for long amounts of time now lifted, notices Quinn in there. Not that he knows who Quinn is, but he has heard Dooku mention the name once or twice. So he wanders over.

"You're Quinn Abercrombie?"

Quinn glances up from his table and nods, a little warily. "That's me," he says. "Who're you?"

Bonzo offers a polite handshake.

"Bonzo Madrid. A...student of Master Dooku's."

Quinn reaches up to shake the hand. "Ah, right," he says. "Didn't think I'd seen you before. Nice to meet you, Bonzo. Something I can do for you?"

Bonzo shrugs.

"Nothing in particular. Dooku has just mentioned your name several times, and pointed you out once."

"Didn't think I was that interesting, actually," Quinn says. "What'd he have to say, anyway?"

"Well, you're apparently from Earth, which seems to be a rarity around here. And you're from a world with dragons, too."

Quinn sighs. "Correct on both counts," he says. "There's some people around here from the future who call the planet Earth-That-Was. Nearly as I can tell, my version of it qualifies. It's Earth, all right, but it's 2020 where I come from."

Bonzo blinks.

"2020? I'm from...2160, I believe. And...did dragons destroy the world or something?"

"Pretty much, yep," says Quinn. "They've been at it a good twenty years now. Very thorough, dragons."

Bonzo blinks.

"They've been destroying the world for twenty years? How've you survived?"

And he's joined not to much later by Creedy with a beer in one hand and a plate of steak in the other.

"Hallo, then. How're y--"

Blink.

"I missed something, did I?"

Quinn's got his thumb just under the bone that forms the top of the eye socket- it's one of his exasperated-with-the-world looks. He glances up.

"You ever have any trouble when you're walking around outside, mate?"

He shakes his head and tips the bottle back to take a long sip.

"Nope. Not really clumsy, per se."

He looks to Quinn curiously.

"Not that sort of trouble," Quinn says. "Nah, you'd know what I was talking about if you had- I mean suddenly hearing the ground go crunch instead of squish, and looking up, and not seeing the trees any more. That sort of trouble."

He just raises an eyebrow to this.

"I've been home a good three times since coming here without meaning to, Creedy," Quinn says patiently. "And every single bloody time it's been me walking outside, and there's been people with me- unsuspecting people-"

His eyes go wide as Quinn explains before he takes a damn long sip from his beer.

"Maybe it's the universe's way of saying sorry for Peter, Paul and Mary or something."

Another sip.

"Or there could be a reason behind it."

"Could be," Quinn says with a sigh, reaching for his drink. "I dunno. You haven't even heard the really nasty part yet."

"There's something nastier than going from here to there?"

"There is if you're a magic-slinger, like some of the people around here," Quinn says. "Guess what doesn't work where we come from?"

"I'm assuming it'd be magic, unless I've fallen behind the rest of the class."

Another sip before he gets up, goes to the bar, and brings back another beer for Quinn.