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[supaahiro]

Hiro has been busy -- very busy. But it's not the busy he wants. It's the busy, however, he delivers to Bar with a, "Purease give to the crew of... Sss...Su... Serenity. Delivery securetu!"

Bar takes the gift away, and Hiro sighs, content. The crew he's met has been so good to him (well, Jayne was scary, but that was logical, right?), it's only right to show them his appreciation.

Now done, he finds himself with his beer -- Sam Adams, since Mike got him started on it -- alone before the Observation Window.

There's a strange sense of melancholy to the man today; he looks at the emptiness on the other side of the booth, and he looks to the wall where the door should be.

"This is not how we roll," he sighs, and takes another swig.

Ando, at least, should be here. Charlie, he failed and lost forever.

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[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Would a Homestar Runner do?

His adventures in the cardboard fortress finished for now, he could use someone to talk to and a Cold One.

So when he walks by Hiro, his Cold One radar starts going off.

"Hey, that looks like a good idea," he says in Hiro's general direction.

[supaahiro]

Hiro's brows go up. Strongu Badu? is mouthed, but then he just settles back into his booth and nods very slowly at the armless... thing. person. whatever.





Sometimes, Milliways is just too weird.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't want it any other way.

Homestar gets a Cold One from The Bar and helps himself to the floor near the booth. After all, it'd be rude of Homestar to take the seat in case company's coming. He takes a drink and looks up at Hiro.

"Hits the spot, don't it?"

[supaahiro]

"...ahuh."








THE WEIRD IT OVERPOWERS.

[cf1.livejournal.com]

"Mister Nakamura. How are you?" Its a Genie, in a good mood today.

[supaahiro]

"Ah, Cat!" he smiles at her and tilts his beer. "I am -- okay!"

[cf1.livejournal.com]

"Very good, then. How is your life as a super-hero?" Lowering voice, conspiratory

[supaahiro]

"Haven't been out of bar," Hiro sighs. "Feel bad."

Guilt makes for uncomfortable bar-lounging.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

A pint-sized Dalek rolls by...and then stalls out just a few feet away.

"Oh, shards!" says a slightly mechanical voice. "Need to boost the range some more."

A glittery boulder about the size of a VW Beetle trundles over and picks up the offending toy. He takes notice of the melancholy man and waves a bit of fringe in his direction.

"Hard day?"

[supaahiro]

... uh?

"...dareku?" Oh, this is the day that people want to break Hiro's brain, isn't it? Going from tiny Dalek tp-- -- boulder.

What the hell man.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

This is something Naraht is quite used to. Fortunately, he's learned to take it in good humor. Another fringe-ripple and a chuckle.

"Don't worry. Even if there wasn't a No Violence rule, I'm quite harmless."

To those who aren't trying to kill his crewmates, that is.

[supaahiro]

"...okay!" he replies, and stares some more.

He'll remember politeness in a minute. Really.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

There is another person by the Observation Window, a man who often finds himself seated there. He watches Hiro curiously. "Long day?"

[supaahiro]

Hiro siiiighs, not quite looking over. "I miss my friend," he repiles, before he takes a glance.

Then he gets that slightly buggy-eyed look.

Goddamn worldwide franchises.

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Bond agrees with that sentiment 100%! Thus, concern shifts into exasperation, because Bond knows that look well enough.

"--I'm guessing that introductions are unnecessary on my behalf."

[supaahiro]

Hiro is very quick to bow in his seat, and very nearly headbutts his longneck in the process.

"Not at all, Mr. Bond."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Hey.

Check out the blue chick in that booth over there.

Funny how much she looks like Eliza Dushku, isn't it?

[supaahiro]

....yeah, but...

Okay.

Faith. Eliza Dushku. Blue.

Hiro eyes. Shouldn't she-- but--

The blue.

It just breaks up the fanboying.

Is...

Is this one of those fanfic things? Liker Naomi, only less cute and more azure?

He's certainly staring, trying to figure this out. And trying not to be obvious, too -- but that take a backseat to figuring that out. Did she DO other sci-fi? Tru wasn't blue!

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith can tell when she's being stared at.

She looks up at him, and one of her eyebrows goes up.

".....can I help you?"

Not that she's not used to being stared at, but discomfiting people is fun.

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"You should roll in twenties, man." A voice pipes up as one Tycho Brahe wanders by, holding a six pack of beer, a tiny robot on his shoulder, a glass, a bag of lemons and a box of Pocky.


Yes. All at once.

[supaahiro]

That's some damn juggling there, Tycho.

"Uh?", sadly, is the reach of Hiro's eloquence. "Don't I..."

...know you from somewhere?

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

He goes to clown school. You learn how to juggle there.

Baaad joke.

"You. Are Asian." Tycho decides. And he's very perceptive. "And you look..."

Familiar. Like he's on one of those shows that Gabe watches. Stupid Gabe. With his stupid...stupidity.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

There would be no fanboying here: he was from a children's cartoon, and there was no Heroes on TV in Danny's world--of course, there probably would be an equivalent coming along shortly, but as of right now? No.

However, not many people flew in through a door with an eerie green backdrop, seemingly bespandexed (but if you looked closely, it looked more like a rubber biohazard suit) and with a superhero logo on their chest (not that it was any one Hiro would recognize, like a bat or a big S), and transformed with a nice little flashy light show into a normal boy.

The tables near the Window were generally the quieter Brooding tables, so Danny walked over to a table by the window, right near Hiro, and dumped his heavy backpack in a chair, and started hefting books and such out of it.

Today, he was studying. Considering that he'd rather have teeth pulled than study, he was studying because he'd failed his last three math quizzes and he was not getting grounded again. Being grounded just made everything all that much more complicated.

"Hey," he said by way of greeting, when he finally noticed the sad-looking little man. "...You look like somebody kicked your dog."

The Japanese were raised to be polite, but he was a snotty American teenager, to the bone.

[supaahiro]

"No dog," he Hiro says as the shiny-green-but-not-boy landed and made himself at home. "Missing my friend. He is not here. Trying to plan."

He shrugs once, and then says, "I am Hiro Nakamura."

Who the hell are you, snotty brat?

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Danny Fenton," he said, plopping down in a chair. "That sucks--are you stuck here?" he asked. He knew the value of those plan-minded friends. Being separated from Tuck and Sam for two long was like missing a limb.

"If you are, it probably won't be for too long--this place just tends to force people into vacations."