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milliways_bar2007-01-01 01:56 pm
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(OOM: Damned werewolf instincts.)
It's too close to the moon for Ryan to be inside comfortably, so he's wandering around outside bundled up in his black BDU jacket and the gloves Suzi gave him, khaki trousers over combat boots. He's considering a hike up one of the mountains, but he hasn't made up his mind yet.
You can tell because he keeps looking at them.
He's open to suggestions.
It's too close to the moon for Ryan to be inside comfortably, so he's wandering around outside bundled up in his black BDU jacket and the gloves Suzi gave him, khaki trousers over combat boots. He's considering a hike up one of the mountains, but he hasn't made up his mind yet.
You can tell because he keeps looking at them.
He's open to suggestions.

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"Hello!" Her voice is a bit louder than normal with enthusiasm.
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"How have you been? And work?" There is a two-beat pause before she adds, "I've been finding it quite an eventful time." It sounds like an observation, but still at excited volume. Warrior reserve and stoicism are great, but there's COOL STUFF going on!
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And with the way she's going, he doubts he'll have to.
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EEEEE! --no, Phil's trick is to be quiet and see if you talk, mortal. It will not work on her! Unless it goes two more seconds.
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He tilts his head at her. Special forces training! He will not give in!
Unless she does last two more seconds. Then he'll be impressed and ask.
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One thoooousaaaand ooone. . .
One thoooousaaaand tw--"Oh, and a man who knows a version of my world showed up." Well, she almost made it. "Sadly, not one from the exact world. But the one I know worked with Diana, and this one recognised her by first name, so I may be able to talk about her with someone who's seen her through other eyes once he's rested. She can't be that different; she's our Princess. It will be very interesting to know what variances there are, and if the Patriarch's World there is also different in nature.
"And I found an interesting winter plant by the lake which I think will bloom soon."
Today is made of SQUEE! Just, the subdued, sober, mature kind.
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He blinks at the rush of information. "Do you mean Princess Diana? I know who she is, but I don't think she's an Amazonian warrior..." Phillippus has mentioned Diana, but all he's been able to glean so far is that she's her superior.
"Is that the one that looked a bit like a cabbage?"
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"I think I've spoken of Queen Hippolyta." There's a different note in her voice now, but on she goes, "she had a daughter recently. Ah, within the last fifty years 'recently.' Diana is grown now. The goddesses told us to choose a champion to return to Man's World to defeat Ares. Diana won the contest, although we didn't believe she had entered. She has been granted incredible powers by the goddesses--greater strength and speed than mine, and I can't fly--and has often defended the world. It means she has more of a home there, now, and we often have to wait some time before we see her.
"The man I speak of is Batman. This version is a man dressed in black with a red symbol on his chest and a hood with points--you'll know him when you see him. The one I know of is actually not augmented in any way, but he's extraordinarily intelligent and well-educated, and an excellent fighter. He's worked alongside her. Diana speaks highly of him."
The cabbage question gets two nods. (For her face, see icon.)
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"Good afternoon."
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"The same to you," he says before looking back at the mountains.
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"Are you?"
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"Jim Kirk, 23rd century." He extends his hand.
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"Richard Ryan, 21st century," he replies, shaking the offered hand firmly.
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"Standard training for me, though not in winter. That's why I planned on looking rather then climbing just yet." He's climbed in rain, though, so he really only expects it to be colder.
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He moves to the bar to order his dinner.
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*Andrew goes back to reading. Or at least, reading sporadically and glancing up every so often.*
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He's sitting with his back to the wall, as usual, and at an angle where he can see both doors. He may or may not be watching Andrew more than the rest of the room as he cuts into his rib eye. If he is, it's hard to tell.
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*A waitrat passes, and he bends to mutter an order to it.*
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And not the one sales people give you either.
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*In a little while the waitrat comes back with a turkey sandwich and a Coke. Andrew takes it and munches, still reading.*
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He's not going to do that, though. He's going to eat his meal as he normally would, and completely ignore Andrew.
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