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[cmdr_sir_samuel]

If there's one thing that can be said about Sam Vimes, its that he's got his feet planted firmly on the cobbles. Practically glued to them in fact, even these days when he's forced to wear decent leather boots that don't let the rain in on a damp autumn night. So when he opens a door that should have let him into his new office in Pseudopolis Yard and instead finds himself in a bar, he doesn't think he's dreaming or hallucinating or that he's lost his mind. He just sighs and pulls a packet of slim cigars from his pocket.

'Bloody magic,' is the faintly audible mutter. He suspects wizard involvement. And then he raises his voice and says to the world at large,

'Alright, very funny. Good joke, I'm sure. Now someone tell me what the bloody hell's going on because I haven't got all day.'

'Diplomacy' is not a word that he feels he needs to be friends with. Not when this is clearly some kind of prank the universe is playing on him - and at least there's no sign of weapons being pointed at him just now. That's always guarenteed to make a man feel better about a situation.


[OOC: New mun for Vimes - Sam will have no recollection of previous interactions in the bar.]

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[mago_sonriente]

[...let it be known that the eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee comes from the mun and not her pup]

"Not that I can tell," says a voice near the door. It's coming from a handsome young Latino in army surplus pants, a good set of boots, and a t-shirt who also seems to be holding what looks curiously like a wizard's staff.

Oh, and don't forget the hat.

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

[OOC: :D!!]

Sam looks over and stares. The staff doesn't do anything to allay his suspicions but there are no robes. Although there is a hat. He sighs again.

'What's that?'

As far as he's concerned, most young wizards aren't capable of telling all that much. Not about this universe anyway. Most of them wouldn't know a cobble if it hit them over the head. But then, he muses, they wouldn't have much time left to think about it.

[mago_sonriente]

Carlos is a rather young wizard, it's true. But he knows his business. It's a little difficult not to when you're in his kind of position.

"No blood magic," he says, nodding to the doorway. "At least, I'm pretty sure it's not blood magic. Because I'm assuming you haven't been here before?"

What with the 'what's going on?' and all.

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

'No, I haven't,' he replies shortly. He's trying not to acknowledge the thought that is sneaking maliciously through his mind - namely, the one going Thought you knew every bar in the city, Sam... and sniggering to itself.

'And I didn't think blood would be involved. As a rule, you people aren't that happy about spilling your own.'

[mago_sonriente]

He raises an eyebrow.

"You people? What do you mean by that?"

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

'That's right.'

Vimes' face is impassive as he removes the cigar from his mouth.

'Wizards.'

[adiva_calandia]

[ooc: SQUEE.]

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

[OOC: :D! *v. excited to play him*}

[lady-detective.livejournal.com]

"'Bloody magic' indeed." I've a good enough ear to have heard his muttered curse. "Welcome to Milliways. The first drink is free - and I suggest you get it now, because you are probably going to need it." The initial shock, as bar legend has it, is why the first drink is free.

[OOC: Vimes FTW!]

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

Sam looks around and takes a moment to light his cigar before answering. Its important to put together a few impressions of a place, after all.

'I don't drink,' he replies shortly, when his eyes settle on the woman. 'And I don't believe I've heard of a bar called 'Milliways' in the city before, miss.'

And he thought he knew every bar in Ankh-Morpork.


[OOC: :D! I'm already loving playing him.]

[lady-detective.livejournal.com]

"Well, if a drink is out of the question, you should at least sit down. Trust me." The new arrival seems to have exceptionally steady nerves, and a look to him that suggests he's no stranger to nasty surprises, but best to err on the side of caution. I wave at the seat on the other side of my table. "I'll explain everything I can, though I must warn you, you're not going to like it." Something tells me that in this case, honesty will be better appreciated than kid gloves.

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

Steady nerves, yes, for the most part. Made steadier at the moment for the assumption that he's still in Ankh-Morpork and still on the Disc. She's definitely right about the appreciation of honesty though.

He sits, somewhat cautiously. It seems the best way to get some answers. 'I'm used to not liking things I hear. Go on.'

[lady-detective.livejournal.com]

"All right." I clasp my hands together on the table and lean forward a bit. "You're no longer in the city you came from. This place is located at the temporal end of the universe. Universes, rather. They all sort of run together here." I gesture at the Observation Window, through which can be seen a smattering of tired red stars and a few blots of cosmic dust.

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

Vimes gazes steadily out of the window for a moment or two, taking in the stars and dust. A definite feeling of uncertainty is starting to kick his brain but he's doing his best to ignore it.

'End of the Universe, miss?' He attempts a smile. 'And I didn't think I'd make it to the end of the Century of the Fruitbat.'

His thoughts are funning along the lines of, pull the other one, its got bells on...

[a1enzo]

[OOC: *fangirls all over the place*]

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

[OOC: Hee! He's going to be fun to play, I think. :D]

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"The door's got a fucking weird sense of humour, is what's going on," comes the voice from where Wells is sitting, not all that far from the door. "Bloody magic."

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

Sentient doors? Well, he's heard of plenty of weird things but he doesn't think he's come across one of those before.

'What do you mean?'

At least this man seems to share his views on magic.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"I mean the damn thing's prone to cropping up when y'least expect it, grabbing you out of your daily business, and dropping you off here without so much as a fucking by-your-leave," says Wells. "At least it's got the courtesy to send you back to the moment you left, but it's still fucking annoying when you're not looking for it to happen. New to the problem, I take it?"

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

Sam blinks and lets the man's words line up in his head before answering. That way, they might start making some sort of sense. He can relate to the bit about being grabbed out of his daily business but the man has sadly neglected the two most pertinent things on his mind, namely how and more importantly, why?

'I suppose you could say that,' he says, somewhat cautiously.

The who? will no doubt crop up at some point too, because he likes to know who's trying to play silly buggers with him.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Mm. Figures. Sit if you want, I'm not expecting anyone 'til Spooney gets back." Wells pushes a chair out from under the table with one booted foot. "Name's Harry Wells. I've been coming here off and on for several years now. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not so much so."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I don't have time to tag right now, but I would love to have these two meet sometime. :D]

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

[OOC: Most definitely! I'd love that too. :D]

[hack-slash-bots.livejournal.com]

[OOC: You sir or madam, are awesome. *fangirlism*]

[cmdr_sir_samuel]

[OOC: Say thankya! Although it is Vimes, not I, that is awesome. Oh, and pterry of course. :D!]