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That door's been opening for an awful lot of new faces the last few days. So it shouldn't be much of a surprise when a tall, fair-haired man with a tremendous bushy mustache strolls in through the door, yelling back over his shoulder.

"The bet's $20, but no fair starting before I get back. You can wait 45 seconds while I run to the bathroom, right, Mav?"

As he walks in the door, he turns his head to watch where he's headed--and the cocksure grin draped across his face simply melts away. "Mav? I think they've done something to the men's room."

Silence answers him, and he turns to look over his shoulder with a confused look--just in time to notice a complete lack of any sort of door behind him. "Mav--the hell? How'd I get in here?"

He looks around him, and takes in much of the scope of the place. "And where the hell is here?"

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[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

"Where," says Fire thoughtfully, "is a very hard question."

"When might be the question to ask."

[cleanemandfryem.livejournal.com]

"O...kaaayy ... is everyone here going to be cryptic and confuse me, or is this just the new-guy rite?"

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

She shrugs.

"Milliways. The Bar at the end of the universe, speaking in terms of time. Home to several deities, personifications, and people with really bad hair."

[cleanemandfryem.livejournal.com]

"Home to several wha...?" Goose pales significantly.

"Okay, this isn't funny anymore. Did Iceman put you up to this, or what?"

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

"Deities," Fire repeats patiently, "personifications, and people with really bad hair."

She eyes him.

"No. I don't know who he is. Although he sounds terribly cold."