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[OOM: Tim gets the answer to 'why forensics?'.]

The door to Milliways swings open once again. On the other side of the door is the hallway of the Miami-Dade County crime lab. Standing in the doorway is one Tim Speedle, one hand on the door handle and the other hanging onto his motorcycle helmet.

Speed blinks, looks over his shoulder then back again. There's supposed to be a parking lot here. His bike is supposed to be here. Not a bar.

"...the hell?"

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"Which one?" asks the young woman passing by with a datapad in her hand, pausing to look at him curiously.

She's smiling, though.

Speed blinks at her.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, there are nine--"

She stops and shakes her head. Bad Syal; no cookie.

"Sorry -- what I mean is, you seem kinda lost. Are you in the right place?"

"I...don't think so," Speed replies slowly. "Not unless they managed to build a bar in the crime lab parking lot within the last eight hours."

And if that's the case, whoever moved his bike is in deep trouble.

Syal grins ruefully and tucks her bangs behind her ear. "Probably the same people who can build a bar in a Star Destroyer in a few hours, if they did.

"Nah, I guess you're new. I've not been here that long myself, but -- welcome to Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe."

"A bar at the end of the universe," he echoes. Speed looks around, taking note of the tables, booths, the bar and the various people milling around.

"...is this some sort of joke?" Or hallucination, Speed figures. He just doesn't want to go that route just yet.

"I'm not very good at jokes," Syal lies, but wrinkles her nose for effect. "You're really at the end of the universe -- I didn't really believe it either, but this place is really weird, so just believing that is a good place to start. Look," she adds, and points out the Observation Window.

The view is still somewhere between awful, terrible and fantastic for her.

He's appropriately speechless as he looks out the Observation Window.

"...okay," he says when he eventually gets his voice back "I think you've convinced me." He manages to tear his gaze away from the window and back at Syal. "So, what do you do in this place?"

In other words, why me?

"The window's good for that," she agrees vaguely, then glances back at him and smiles again.

"Drink and talk and meet people, I guess -- what d'you do in any bar? You get a free first drink, too, if you'd like one. I hear most people do."

"But why did this place just...show up in the doorway of my workplace?" he asks. Was it something he did, something he said?

"A drink does sound like a good idea, though," Speed admits. The Kimball case had been a tough one.

"That's one part I haven't worked out yet," she admits, and waves for him to join her as she heads for the Bar. "It just randomly appears -- sometimes it's my bunk room, sometimes it's a corridor -- and there doesn't seem to be a reason. Told you it was weird."

"Very," Tim agrees. He looks up and down the length of the Bar, looking for a bartender.

Syal grins at that, and pats the surface. "What would you like? Just tell the Bar; there's not always someone behind it."

He blinks. "Tell the Bar. As in..." Speed points to the wooden Bar in front of him. With a shrug (and feeling a little foolish), he asks, "Can I get a Guiness? Please?"

It isn't often that Timothy Speedle shows his surprise, but there's definately a surprised look on his face when the requested bottle appears on the Bartop.

"Yep," Syal confirms, and laughs at his expression. "I thought it was a droid thing when I first got here, but the person I spoke to seemed quite convinced it was magic. And a little sentient, too."

She asks for a glass of lum, herself, and thanks Bar when it appears.

"This is just too weird," Tim mutters to himself with a shake of the head.

She nods sympathetically, and smiles again. "If it makes it better, the Bar can get you pretty much anything from any world, I think -- it does anything I want from home, and gives me Earth food, too. So you can get all your favourite meals, and it'll keep a tab for you so you don't have to pay right away. And you get used to it faster than you'd think."

"Not really," he admits, taking a swig of his beer. "But thanks for the info."

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