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[shufti]

On one corner of the bar is Shufti and Jack. The todder is sitting drawing a very artistic scribble on some paper whilst his mum works through a book she borrowed from the bar.

She's been thinking, whilst going through all the planning for the wedding and realising she can't even begin to work out the costs. And coming to the decision that she wants to be able to at least give it a shot.

Having said that, she is entirely botherable. And stuck on question four.

***

John Steed is at the bar, having a whiskey with ice and surveying the scene.

The second time he entered from a different place from the first. But he had been knocked out on both occasions. And the people he met were right, no time did seem to pass whilst he was in, because he ran into the cybernaut again. Looks like they were telling the truth then.

He sits, pondering and people-watching.

***

Johnny Private is near the fire, with his socks and shoes off.

Depending on how unfortunately close you are, you may wish to complain about the smell of his feet. Because the last time he washed them was... well let's say it was some time ago.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah Jane notices Steed when she walks up to the bar for a cup of tea and smiles a small hello. "How have you been, Mr Steed?"

Translation: Do you still believe this place is a prison?

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

He tips his hat.

"Good evening Miss Smith, I am well thank you. And yourself? Would you like a drink?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Fine as well, thank you," Sarah replies, lying just a little. She takes a seat on a barstool and grins a little wider. "Oh, you're not offering to treat me to one, are you?"

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Indeed I am, unless you find that offensive." he says quickly.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. I was rather hoping for a cup of tea, and well, I've never been one to say no to a free cup." She smiles at him, hoping he wasn't offended at all. "Thank you."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"My pleasure." Steed replies, asking for one from the bar.

"I believe I owe you an apology for my earlier suspicions. So far it appears all you have said is correct. I got out the other day and came back in, but it was the same day."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She resists from saying 'I told you so' so very well today. Instead she just smiles and accepts her tea gratefully when it appears.

"Oh, that's terrific. Apology is more than accepted, especially if that means you'll get around to enjoying yourself here now."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Well I might as well. I can rest assured that my partner is in no immediate need of my presence at least."

He smiles. "So, is there anything else I should know about this place, now that we have established that it isn't a prison?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah shrugs, taking another sip of tea. "Well, now that you mentioned it, there are cells here. But I believe they're only for people that do things like break the no violence rule. So I'd venture to say you're in the clear for that."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well I wouldn't be committing any violence unless attacked. I fight only in self defence."

He sips his drink. "Are there any other rules I should know?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well. There's a no sex in the bar rule," she says, ducking her head as she blushes slightly.

It's a rule she came close to breaking (or at least wanting to break) the other day.

"And something about buisness, but I'm not quite sure on that one."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well I don't think I'll be breaking that one." Steed says.

"Would anyone actually want to?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah Jane shrugs, trying to keep her face neutral. "I suppose people could just get carried away sometimes. Completely accidental, of course."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

There is now a James Bond leaning on the bar counter next to Steed.

"Feeling all right?" he asks. "Better than the other day?"

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Much better thank you." Steed replies with a smile. "I had a splitting headache for a couple of hours but nothing I couldn't handle. Can I get you a drink?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Certainly," he replies, taking a seat next to Steed. "A vodka martini."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

Steed orders drinks and passes them over.

"So, is there anything going on around this place? All these Bound people must do something all day to keep them entertained."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm not bound," he replies, and takes a quick sip of his martini. "But from what I can tell, not much is going on. Considering what could be going on, it's a bit of a relief."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

A raised eyebrow.

"What does go on?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

A nervous chuckle.

"All sorts of things. Not too long ago, for example, a bunch of people were turned into puppets."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Turned into puppets? Literally?" Steed asks in astonishment.

"How was that done then?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Literally. I haven't given much thought at all on how it's possible."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Well there must be some explanation." Steed says. "An illusion of some sort?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"Magic."

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

A chuckle from Steed.

"Now come on, there's always an explanation."