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First, the humble origins.

And then.

The front door opens, as it so often does, and in enters a new face. It is a face surrounded by a blue cowl and belonging to a tall, very big guy in a blue bug suit. He pauses when he sees his new surroundings as the door closes behind him. He’d been writing on the pad of yellow paper he’s still got in his hands but right now his hands are still, and so are the blue antennae sticking up from the top of his head. Blue eyes roam over the room with a steel gaze, and then the man straightens up, hands going to hips in a heroic pose and then…he goes into a soliloquy.

“He stands triumphant, surveying this new place and amazed by the mysteries within. He is a stoic figure that is a monument to justice and all that is right, and good, and cool. Today the universe served him a victory sandwich and oh boy, did he eat it. Yes. Indeed. He did.

“And now, with pad and pen in hand he takes stock and survey of the groovy new place he has come to call home. For villainy makes itself a laundry list of bad everyday and what better way to combat that, then a grocery list of the things that will be used to kick evil’s keister right out of the laundry mat like a bum with no quarters? Sorry bad guys, lady justice doesn’t make change.”

There are probably a few people who wonder ‘who is that big blue guy standing in front of the door talking to himself?’. Milliways, he is- The Tick.

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"Pretty basic, as far as rules go. One, no fighting. You can defend yourself if someone attacks you, but you'd better be yelling for security and doing no more than keeping yourself from injury until they show up. Along with that goes the rule against grudges and things like that. You leave those at the door. Doesn't matter how much you hate someone where you're from, here you're equals and you'll get thrown in the cells by security if you hurt each other inside the bar. You can go outside if you really feel the need to fight. Third... well, there must have been some, ah, incidents before I arrived here, because they've actually had to specify that you can't be naked or copulate in the bar proper. You've gotta get a room upstairs to do that."

Tommy plops down on a chair, inviting the Tick to use the one on the other side of the table if he so wishes, and picks up the fresh cup of coffee that appears on the table's polished wooden surface.

"First drink is free, too. After that you start a tab. Pretty much whatever currency your world uses is valid here." He look the Tick up and down. "Though I'm not sure what they'd say if you tried to pay with heroic acts of decency. I dunno if they have any rules specific to superheroes, but I suspect that Bar prefers tangible payment."

The coffee is another latte, and it has colourful little dinosaur sprinkles, well, sprinkled over the top of the foam.

Tick nods along as Tommy explains things, taking the offered seat. Then he grins in surprise at the coffee, "Oh hey, that's neat. Arthur has money. He used to be an accountant. Now he serves the lady Justice, balancing her books of good."

He's been holding onto the notepad and pen this entire time and now takes the opportunity to write on it. "Magic coffee...end of...the universe...window...need some...money."

[ooc:I'm sorry I gotta get some sleep. Can slowtime if you'd like. Thanks so much for the tag.]