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*A tall woman with (slightly silvered) roan-red hair, dressed in a plain grey knit shirt and leggings, enters the bar and looks around in some bemusement. Her gaze crosses the room, pausing on the winged figures and the bipedal turtle.

Her brows kink slightly, and she moves towards the bar, sidestepping any conversations in her path. She seats herself at the bar, crossing her bare feet at the ankle, and leans forward to try to catch the attention of the pale, dark-haired brother-and-sister pair beside her.*

Excuse me. Can you tell me where I am?

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Milliways. The Bar at the End of the Universe.

Enjoy.

*The woman blinks a bit.*

The end of the universe? Which end?

...This isn't Jackson's Whole, is it?

Nope. Not in the slightest.

To Desire?

I plan on teaching it why its games are a bad idea.

*he smiles, and it is cold.*

Any specifics? I think I'd like to hear specifics.

I will tell you later, Sister.

*he smiles and it isn't pretty. Oh, no. Not at all.*

You really did get screwed up out there, didn't you?

When you're done here, you're staying at my place. I'm not letting you out there again.

You can meet Slim and Wandsworth. You'll like it.

I have a garden, now, sister. I will heal.

*he attempts to be reassuring again. It still fails. So he has another shot, and offers one to the Admiral's Captain*

Good. Good.

Doesn't mean I'm not worried, but still... good.

*he nods. Yes. She should be worried. He is worried about himself*

*looks at him a long moment, then pokes him*

*he sighs, ever the provoked little brother, and looks at her*

Yes, sister?

Making sure you were real.

In so much as any of us, Death.

Glad to hear it.

I love you too, sister.

*another shot. See? She wanted family drunkenness and he's cooperating*

*She just grins at him, and reaches out to ruffle his hair*

*he frowns, but puts up with it*

*snickers, falling back in her chair*

Have another drink, Death.

Don't mind if I do!

*pours shot of vodka, raises it unsteadily to eye-level, and downs, making the post-vodka face*

*he salutes her with another shot of scotch*

((OOC: If you like. *grin*))

Tha's m'boy.

*Cordelia takes the shot glass, and peers at it with some unease. She does not drink.*

Thank you, but if I'm not dead, I had probably best be getting back home. If Aral wakes up and finds me gone ...

... There is a way out of here, isn't there?

They tell me so, yes, Countess.

*he nods gravely, and coughs*

That is a very decent scotch, I would highly suggest drinking it rather than allowing it to evaporate.

*She acknowledges the line with a wry smile, then raises the shot glass in a wordless toast and sips.*

Very decent indeed.

They also tell me that this place is outside of time.

I have taken that to mean that you will suffer no consequences from staying a while.

*he pauses*

Existential quandaries aside.

Mm. They tell you?

Perhaps I should talk to this 'they.'

*She glances around, somewhat futilely, for someone who appears to be in charge.*

*he points, quietly, to Death. She's more likely to know than he is*

I'm almost certain that this place is outside of Destiny's book.

If that's any help at all.

*She follows the line of his pointing finger, and looks at Death.*

"Outside of time"...?

Time, space, our brother's book.

Its different here.

Hmmm.

*She considers that for a moment, then firmly sets down her nearly-empty shot glass and rises to her feet.*

Thank you both. Excuse me a moment.

*he nods, gravely*

*She nods in return, and heads determinedly for the way she came in.*

I am afraid not, Countess.

*Dream knows names. He does that*

This is a place outside of space and time. Welcome to Milliways.

*he stands and bows to her*

Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, deceased. My elder sister, Death.

...I see. The end of the universe.

Am I dead?

*Her voice is quite calm, tinted with only a mild curiosity.*

You would have to ask my sister, Countess.

*Dream attempting to be reassuring...doesn't work well.*

Don't think so.

[OOC: SQUEEEEEEE! I was thinking just this morning that this bar really needed a Vorkosigan. Or several Vorkosigans. Or Bothari or Taura or Bel. Good to see you here, milady!]

[OOC: Thank yew!]

((OOC: God yes. Miles. Someone who isn't me should play Miles. *fangirls the idea*))

[OOC: I have to agree. And not just for IC selfish maternal reasons.]

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