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Little-known fact: the White House never sleeps.

Okay, perhaps not so little-known, as the staffers of the Bartlet White House are, even so early into the term, well accustomed to running full speed all day on empty. NASCAR pit teams would weep to see the way they treat themselves.

There's a lot to do, you know? And Josh Lyman's the guy to do it. I mean, obviously. Are you possibly going to trust someone less competent? There are an awful lots of candidates in that respect, I know, but come on.

When the Door opens this time, the other side is full of bustle. If you've never seen the inside of the West Wing, now's your chance to snag a glimpse as a man -- in his prime, I might add -- strides through, yelling over his shoulder.

"--And get me that memo on how to kick Mary Marsh's ass on TV tomorrow! Not that I need one, but--"

At some point, it becomes important to watch where one is going. The man turns his head midsentence and... very abruptly trails off. He's newish to the White House, but not so new as to have missed the existence of an entire bar hidden in one of the rooms. So Josh Lyman resorts to the first recourse that comes to mind. The one that always works. He surveys the people who are and aren't looking at him and shouts "DONNA!"

[[ooc: GUYS. Hi! Josh is coming in from just before the pilot of The West Wing. And if you know

verymodelof, don't be shy -- they really do look awfully alike.]]

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Josh eyeballs the Window.

He frowns.

He twists to examine the stubbornly (mischievously?) blank wall behind him.

He counts to ten, and gives up at four.

"What were you saying about a drink again?"

"Yer first drink is free, sir,"

Will says as gestures to an empty table and sits down, waving over a waitrat,

"What twould ye like, sir, ye can get anythin' 'ere?"

He manages a short laugh. "Thank God for small mercies."

He'd snark more, but there appears to be a rat just there.

Well, when in Rome? (Even if going with the flow is not Josh's strongest attribute, he can often fake it just enough to be conversational in it.) "I think just a beer would do it right now."

"Aye, sir, two beers from 'is time,"

Will asks the rat then offers Josh his hand, he's finally picked up the handshaking thing and Will's hand is calloused and rough,

"Will Scarlett o'Nottingham, year o'our lord 1138, sir, welcome to Milliways."

It's instinct and instinct only that helps him accept the proffered, unfamiliar hand.

"I'm... Josh Lyman. I'm the Deputy Chief of Staff to President Bartlet. Um. 1999." He seems to shake off a thought. "Hang on, you mean to tell me that not only is the universe ending outside, but I'm time-traveling inside?"

"Tisna time travellin', sir, tis at the edges o'world an times, folks enter the door from as many places as ye can imagine an some ye canna. Ne'er 'eard o'a President 'fore, tis it a type o'lord, sir?"

At this point, the waitrat returns with two mugs of whatever Josh's favorite beer is in nice cold mugs that are set on the table as Will gives a silver penny to the rat for his drink.

"Okay, that sort of talk belongs with college kids blowing dope through the screens in their dorm rooms. But I'm going to let that pass, because I'm devising a punishment for my assistant for not coming here and fixing this mess she's obviously somehow in on." He cocks an eyebrow at the mug. "Been a while since this stuff was served in pewter, isn't it?

"Anyway, the President. You've never heard of the President?" He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Of course. You're like a Merrie Man or something. The President's nothing like a lord. I mean, he's the leader of the free world and everything, but he's elected, after a lot of ball-busting on our part, I might add, and this particular president would get very huffy to hear himself likened as such."

"Aye, ye're 'merican then, sir, 'eard tell o'democracy, sounds like a grand thing. An aye, I'm one o'Robin's men,"

Will's smiling more as he drinks some beer, its quite good and yes Josh is freaking out, but Will's seen worse reactions.

[[ooc: Ah, hell. Apparently I don't have the ability to stay awake past 10 PM anymore. :( I don't know when I'll be able to get back to this, if it's not before Sunday, but I will try!]]

(OOC: pats no worries, go sleep and if you're not able to, we can always fade)