http://tokilltherose.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tokilltherose.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-12-01 08:04 pm

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There was a test-opening of the door.

Once more, it wasn't his apartment. But at least it wasn't the mirror library. It was that bar again, and he could handle the bar. The bar wasn't some creepy place courtesy of grandma. So Steve let himself in, looking around. He wasn't sure if he recognized anyone or not, but if this place was going to keep being there instead of his apartment, and it wasn't eating him, he may as well get used to it.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Matt Parkman's life is full of things not on schedule. Everything about his World's essentially flipped out and gone haywire, but he's learning to live with it. So he can hear the thoughts of others. So he's trapped in an extradimensional bar. It could be worse.

Such as it is, he's playing catch. Bouncing a ball against the wall nearest to his own nonexistant door with reasonably decent coordination. Please pardon him if he annoys you?

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Matt throws the ball, responds with a "Huh?" Before it smacks him square in the face.

Dammit.

Holding his nose, Matt swore before setting the ball aside, "...Kind of. I'm running out of things to do here."

Pause.

"...You must be new?"

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
There's a loud sniffle, "...I don't think so-"

His hands come away with tiny streaks of red, "...Aww dammit." Hell of a first impression Matt.

Matt grabs for a napkin, "..Thanks though. Um-"

He pins up his nose, holding his head back, "....God, sorry-I'm not usually this out of it man." He really isn't, "...Second Time in the bar?"

Anything to get attention away from the innattentative cop with a bloody nose.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Matt sympathizes. Bar's never liked him after he made the crack about her being a second rate Westin Hotel. He's learned from his mistakes however.

"...Dude. You didn't distract me. It's easy to distract me."

Pause.

"...I mean-It's okay. I mean really. Meeting new People's always better then bouncing a bar off the furnishings." he pins the washcloth up against his nose, his voice now humorously...squeaky, "...I'm Matt Parkman. I'd shake hands but-"

He shrugs helplessly and grins from underneath the towel.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Matt's mind says not to take advantage of new people like that. It wasn't the poor guy's fault- C'mon man. how many times have you been in this position? C'mon Tom, let me buy you a bear, C'mon Hank-

"...Sure." Matt's voice still squeaks, but at least he's cheerful, "The waitrats are moderately nice to me. Bar herself thinks I'm kind of a nuisance, but yanno."

He grins, "What d'you do Steven?"

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ouch.

Matt nods sympathetically, "...Never experienced. Sorry man. That's got to suck. Any particular reason? Hiring freezes? Bad luck in certain fields?"

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Matt licks his lips, continuing to hold the cloth, "...Scary House..."

...The sad thing is? In Matt's world? He could almost buy it. Although it might have a different cause then in Steven's world.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Superherotypes he can react fine to, however-

"...There's no such thing as ghosts."

Poor Steven's probably used to that reaction.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
A Million bad jokes leap to mind as Matt shifts in his seat, but...he's taking things like this with a grain of salt, "...Woo. Probably a good thing-I have trouble with...situations like that."

Only way Matt can think of to explain it delicately.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"...Is the house sentient?"

Matt doesn't want to think about that, "...I'm...psychic. Telepathic. Not like...see the future psychic just read the thoughts kind of psychic. I got a bad buzz from a thought a guy named Ray Stanz had. You'd be surprised at the memories that people leave behind."

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Matt's completely forgotten about his nose, leaving a thin trail of bloody goo-

That the inquisitive stare makes him take note of. Watch the cop try to wipe it off.

"....Did they just come into their abilities? Wake up with them one day?"

Matt's question and train of thought is interrupted, "...The house makes you telepathic?"

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Matt pokes his nose, "...It's probably okay."

He draws in a snotty breath. See! fine! and at least it's stopped bleeding.

He shrugs, "I bounce."

He listens intently to the descriptions, "...Probably not the same universe then. I've been trying to find folks from my own time to talk to. ...Although...I entered a house...

He thinks on this, rubbing his wounded nose with a finger. Hmmm..

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-02 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"In Los Angeles." Matt dismissses that idea quickly, "Crime scene. Really...really horrific crimescene."

He shudders.

[identity profile] hearthethoughts.livejournal.com 2006-12-03 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt shakes his head, "...Probably not. Still though, if it came down to it? It'd give CSI a run for it's money."

Serial killers who can take the heads off of people, using their thoughts.