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Then there is me, that is Alex. I had just ittied back from some of the starry ultra-violence, and decided a cold milk-plus would by a dobby ending to the nochy, so Your Humble Narrator slides into a booth, and soviets a cold odin.

{OOC: I'm attempting to play Alex in first person, so this very well might be bloody shambles. :D}

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This veck really is bezoomny.

"Right, yet you were born in 1926?"

"No, I'm from 1926. I was born in 1892."

I don't pony anything this veck is saying.

"How's that, then?"

Nick blinks.

"How's what?"

"You were born at one time, and 'from' another. I don't pony."

"When I say 'from' I mean that's when I arrived here. It was 1926 for me."

YHN is still not ponying this cal. "Wouldn't you still get older, though?"

"... what?"

Time here is a strange thing, Nick knows this, but this fellow is just plain confusing.

"You should be over 50. Why aren't you starry, like old?"

What the cal.

"You can't stop time. That's unpossible!"

"Time's different, here. What year are you from?"

... a year without proper English, perhaps?

And brothers, believe or kiss my sharries, I don't totally remember. "Like, late 40's like, I think."

"Oh. Well, then, there you go."

I still don't pony, so I ask, "Will I like stay this way, this age in bar forever?"

"I don't think so," Nick blinks. "But time goes by different, here, than it does back in our homes. Some people stay here for months and when they go back home they've only been gone for a day."

For sure, this metso keeps getting loonier.

"Are you sure I'm not just ittying bezoomny?"

Yep, you lost him again.

"... um. Yes?"

"Horrorshow." I look around the starry bar, wondering what else I don't pony about it. It's frightening, brothers, and unpossibly confusing.

"Not always," Nick says. "There are some nice things about this place. Interesting people, too."

"Interesting lewdies, to be certain," I govoreet, still viddying for trap doors and hidden secrets about the metso.

Lewdies must mean ladies, right?

A rather goofy smile comes across Nick's face.

"Yes, interesting."

Indeed.

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