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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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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.

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.

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...

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.

This mun adds to the tempting forces, because it is so goood... Lee looks up and smiles, wiping a drop of syrup from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, they're incredible. No one in the fleet has this kind of food any more. Unless, you know, you're willing to sell your children for it."

Hiro frowns a little, as he realizes that-- you know, this place must be some sort of-- hero vacatino spot, maybe. MAYBE THAT'S WHAT IT IS. Heroes from around the world! Hanging out! And stuff!

But then he blinks back; yes, must be nice, to have food here like this-- when, yeah, the fleet probably doesn't. "Very nice," he says and nods his head enthusiastically.

Lee doesn't consider himself a hero, not really. He just does his job, and occasionally it pays off. Sometimes it doesn't though.

"Yes it is. Um... can I ask you where you're from?"

Because Starbuck said that Earth is real, and Ace confirmed it, and maybe this guy will too.

"Tokyo!" Hiro bubbles happily. "But--currently traveling-- united statu!"

Lee grins a little, he doesn't know why, but he likes this guy.

"Okay, um, is Tokyo a city? A colony? A planet? It's only my second day here, I'm kinda lost."

"Tokyo is a city!" Excuse his English; that slurs a little and almost sounds like 'shitty'. "Great capitol of Japan!"

Lee blinks a little, he's never heard an accent like his before, but that shouldn't surprise him, considering where he's landed.

"Ah..."

Like it explains absolutely everything.

Yes. It does.

In Hiro's mind.

But-- hey. Wait. "On Planet Earth?"

YEAH THAT'S THE PIECE MISSING RIGHT?

Lee looks at him doubtfully.

"You're from Earth?"

People from Earth are strange. Maybe they don't want to find this place after all.

"...yes? Earth! It is 2006!" He scratches his head. "I am -- new. Too. So I cannot explain."

Because it's really complicated and nobody's explained it to HIM.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one confused then. Starbuck was entirely unhelpful in the matter. She just got me drunk and changed the subject."

Typical.

Typical!

Maybe.

"Nobody got me drunk," he says. He wonders if he should be miffed about this. He decides on no.

"But they didn't explain it to you either, did they?"

Lee hasn't even been shown the Observation Windows yet.

The Observation Window made Hiro's brain stop.

"No," he says, and looks a little miffed about this.

"Do you think they're just having fun with us?"

"That would be mean," Hiro points out. H e doesn't think most people are mean. (That's what he has Ando for; he isn't nearly so naive as Hiro.)

"It would be, but I wouldn't put it past Starbuck. I don't know why they'd want to do something like that to you though."

"Me either." He's already been kicked once in the heart. He doesn't need people to taunt him. "I'm sure someone will -- explain, though! People here are heroes."

"There are heroes everywhere."

Little heroes, big heroes, everyday heroes. His worlds have been blown to pieces, there are less than 50,000 humans left in existance, and he rather thinks that every damn one of them has the potential to be a hero if they choose it.

"But that's not what you mean, is it?"

Hiro blinks a little, and then smiles a little. "No," he says. "Not like that."

He tilts his head, and then says, "But-- kind of like that too."

AFter all, he is merely a salaryman. Isn't he becoming a hero?