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[supaahiro]

Hiro has -- made himself comfortable. Sure, by doing so he fell asleep in a boothe, but-- still. The guy's had a long (confusing, squee-filled) day. Still, he woke up to the bustling of bar and began to stumble about, realizing:

He has only the vaguest idea of where he is.
He has no idea how to leave, because he can't seem to find a door out that doesn't lead to SCOTLAND, or it's equivalent.
He needs a shower.
He's famished and this place has the best waffles on God's green earth-- or, well, the multiverse.

He's decided to pursue problem 4 -- one and two will sort themselves out but waffles wait for no one. No one.

Though, he does wish Ando were here. It's probably make communication easier. His english drastically improved... what with six months with his prettier teacher... but... Miscommunication is bound to happen. Ando would fix that. Ando's English is EXCELLENT. (Because of the American porn!)

For now? Waffles.

[Back room canon post applies; will be wrapping up slowtimes on other thread... if you have a thread there unfinished, please don't tag here. Everybody seems to want a little Hirolove, so take turns, plz! Love!]

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[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

Hiro, being the resident Scifi geek might, just might recognize his fellow waffle lover, who is currently sitting with an enormous tray full of breakfast food at a table nearby. He is certainly wearing the instantly recognizable double tanks under his worn BDU jacket. And if Hiro doesn't actually watch Battlestar Galactica, there are still waffles to talk about. WAFFLES! Lee's nearly as exited about them as Hiro had been.

[supaahiro]

While the mun doesn't, Hiro does! He's a little distracted, though-- munching up waffles happily.

But then he blinks over there... and... hey. Hasn't... he seen that jacket before? Boy, this staring at things... going to get old eventually. Still, he's doing it right now.

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

Maybe the mun should look it up, it is a wonderful show. But alas, no Hiro. Jacket, tanks, octagonal dogtags, yep, it's Apollo. He glances up in his munching to study the lay of the land so to speak. A couple doors, a bar, a fireplace with couches and chairs around it...

[supaahiro]

The mun's friends have threatened her with it, but so far she's resisted. She doesn't NEED another fandom!

Hiro scratches his head, looking uncertain. Finally he says, "... good waffus?"

Because, y' know, that's a safe topic.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

This one was likely familiar, and he didn't mind the fanboying. And anyway, his best friend was being considered god of geeks anyway. Also? Would have a lot in common with Ando, especially a few years ago.

Peter eyed the new arrival. Or newer than most.

"Just found the door here, huh?"

[supaahiro]

Hiro pauses, glass of milk halfway to his mouth.

There is a long pause.

And then the glass is practically LAUNCHED behind him as he goes, "DOCTAH VENKMAHN!"

OH MY GOD HE'S DIED ON THE BUS AND GONE TO GEEK HEAVEN.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter seemed to chuckle at the enthusiasm, "Down, boy. That's my name, chief. Guessing you either met Ray already or saw the movie?"

[supaahiro]

"...Movie! Comic books!" He blurts, and then looks a little ashamed. Ahem. He should not rampantly fanboy. He should be good. "I'm Hiro! Hiro Nakamura!"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Here's a bohemian flopping down nearby with a sketchbook.

"Hey, Bar, can I get... how about a chicken burrito? Rice, no beans." she asks.

She looks rather similar to a certain Wade Welles from the popular sci-fi show "Sliders". Just... as a note. Y'know. In case.

[supaahiro]

Actually, Sliders sort of whooshed past Hiro. But he does smile at the girl, and asks, "Good food?"

Because he's getting the impression everything here is good.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

It sort of whooshed past the mun, too. And April - she died right before it came out. But that doesn't stop her from being adorable!

April smiles back cheerfully. "Absolutely. I don't think Bar's ever given me anything bad." she pauses. "Except the time she tried to give me tofu. But I've forgiven her for that."

[supaahiro]

"Tofu?" he knows that word! "Tofu is GOOD for you!" Why would it be bad here? Is this some strange American prejudice against bean curd?

[badinlatin]

Mal is not a big fan of waffles. At least, ones not covered in chocolate.

"Don't you eat at home?" Mal chuckles, having come up to the Bar for a drink. "Look like you ain't seen a waffle in forever."

[supaahiro]

Hiro blinks over at -- oh. Hello. That is a very familiar accent and coat and--

--and--

--Kaylee Tam is here--

--and there's something like sparkles in Hiro's eyes. "... I rearry-- really!-- like waffus!"

And he's secretly fanboying Malcom Beauregard Reynolds in his little, Serenity heart. This is the best place ever!

[badinlatin]

"...You alright, friend?" Mal asks, genuinely concerned. "Did I startle ya?"

[supaahiro]

OH NOES! He must be good. He must preserve the SECRETS OF THE BAR.

Ahem.

"Ah, no! I -- I am Hiro Nakamura!" He's foreign; maybe this will pass off as 'strange foreign customs.' "And-- I like waffus!" See, that' why he's excited.

All the same he has stuck out his hand. A hand he may never wash again after this.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

Okay, you'd have to be an Uber-Geek to recognize a character that made only one appearance in a TV show.

However, you wouldn't have to be quite as much of a geek to recognize the fact that this white-robed man who is sitting at a table near the Bar has a denn'bok in his hands which he is inspecting joint by joint.

[supaahiro]

And yes, that's Hiro -- looking over his glass of milk at the Ranger. HE TOTALLY KNOWS THAT STUFF.

Only he's trying to learn to fanboy from a polite distance.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

Ah, but focused attention stands out to a psi-sensitive like the noon-day sun. After a moment, he looks up from his work to make deliberate eye-contact with Hiro...and smiles.

[allican-do.livejournal.com]

There's a girl at a table nearby, with wide blue eyes focusing on the heavenly manna that is...

Waffles.

"Excuse me?" Katara leans toward him a little and smiles and-- tries not to look too intently at his food. "What are those?"

The smell AWESOME.

[supaahiro]

"Waffus!"

That's Hiro; this is a girl he, amazingly, doesn't recognize. No kid shows, sorry! Well, okay, some-- but not hers.

"I'm Hiro! Hiro Nakamura!"

[allican-do.livejournal.com]

"Waffus?" Katara is looking around for the waitrat now. EXCUSE ME. IN NEED OF DELICIOUS EATS, PLZ.

She grins when he introduces himself - how do you not grin when a cheery Japanese man with an adorably round face happily says hello? "Hi, Hiro! I'm Katara."

[masterofsoresu]

And there's a Jedi passing by on his way from somewhere to somewhere else.

[supaahiro]

... and there's Hiro trying to keep his waffles in his mouth.

Whoops? Excuse him, he's trying not to psychically PULL Obi-Wan Kenobi to his table with the FORCE OF HIS FANBOYING.

[masterofsoresu]

He may not be trying, but he's likely to succeed anyway. At the very least, Obi-Wan notices the intense localized surge of SQUEE and looks at its source with some amusement. Dressed like an Earther, so... "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that you've seen the vids."