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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...

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

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

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!

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."

"...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!"

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.

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

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

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.

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."

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.

Mal'll buy that. He's seen weirder, here. Not to mention Beaumonde.

"Pleased to meet ya, Hiro. Name's Mal Reynolds."

Mal takes Hiro's hand for a handshake, still smiling. "Didn't mean to interrupt your waffles, there."

Yes. It does.

In Hiro's mind.

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

YEAH THAT'S THE PIECE MISSING RIGHT?

"Do you like waffus?" Hiro asks, wiggling his fingers. Good grip on Mr. Reynolds. "No interrupting. Jus'-- eating. Trying to..." he thinks for a minute, "...figure out, uhm... what to do. Bar ...very strange."

He nods. If anyone knows all the things to know about the bar, he bets MAL will be the one to know.

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