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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.

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?"

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.

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."

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.

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.

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

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