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[blue_eyed_lord]

It's been another long day. Another script idea was agreed upon by the assembled scriptwriters and supervisors. Another day in the life of Evelyn Faith Kendall passed, surrounded by hidden cameras and products produced by companies who were paying for the right to make her life comfortable. She was asleep now, all the cameras quietly projecting her quiet, even breathing to the masses.

Adrian Doyle was thinking of stopping by Christof's office before he headed back to his apartment for the night. With a job like his, the apartment was little more than a place to sleep before returning to work.

He had put the script he was currently working on in his sleek, black briefcase, and had just opened his office door to step out into the hall, when he stopped, left foot still suspended above the divide between office-carpet and bar-flooring.

Made you look.

There wasn't supposed to be a bar just outside his office.

The foot is carefully retracted, and the door is closed.

Five minutes later, it opens again, and the tall man in his black suit once again closes the door without stepping through. A hallway is supposed to be on the other side of the door, not a bar. Why won't the doorway realize that?

Ten minutes later, it happens again.

Another ten minutes later, it seems he has given in.

Almost hesitantly, Adrian Doyle steps through the doorway and into the bar, looking around.

"...Hmmm."

Come welcome the newcomer?

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[mycursedface]

"It does that to me, too," Medusa says without looking up. Black snakes for hair, gold wings hanging over the edge of the table on which she is sitting, tunic and leather trousers and everything is perfectly normal.

Yes.

[ooc: I don't have AIM, so if anything pops up, I'm contactable here]

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Doorways suddenly start obstinantly not going where they should?" The dark-haired, dark-eyed man says, looking over at her. For a moment, a sharp narrowing of the eyes: she is kind of recognizable, after all. "Does it happen often, for you?"

The sharp look is gone; he suddenly looks terribly taken aback. "Dear lord, you have snakes for hai... and wings."

[mycursedface]

She beams. Not at him, at the table, but the intention probably comes across.

"You commented on the wings! No one ever does."

[blue_eyed_lord]

"No one?" He sounds disbelieving.

"They do kind of stand out. They're actual gold?"

[mycursedface]

"The snakes distract them."

The wings are pretty. The snakes are creepy. Creepy does, sadly, tend to win.

"And yes, they are."

[blue_eyed_lord]

"The wings are bit more noticeable, I'd think. The snakes... they're snakes," he sounds only a bit weirded out, because taking such things in stride would be noticed as not a normal reaction.

"Can you fly?"

[mycursedface]

"Of course."

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Does the metal not weigh too much?"

Dangerous territory, man, bringing weight into a conversation with a lady.

[mycursedface]

She shrugs.

"A bit less than normal, I guess?"

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Well, he would recognize this one. Seahaven's and the world's lost son, long left the tv studio dome womb that was his home for 30 years.

He had been around, but traveling here and there. Glad to see the Bar back to his normal self, and currently writing up an entry in his copy of the Guide, so be easy to miss the arrival in the bar.

Very easy.

[blue_eyed_lord]

He raises his eyebrows, looking over at the very recognizable man.

"Truman?"

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman whipped his head around suddenly at the mention of his name.

"Huh?" He then blinked, and tilted his head to the side, "...Hi?"

[blue_eyed_lord]

"You're Truman. I'm a big fan of yours," he says, smiling.

At least he seems like a sane fan.

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Even still, that made him wary, and he felt inklings of the old paranoia creeping down his spine like ice.

"Hey, hey now, just take it easy. There's rules around here." There had been no one else from his world. He kept hoping Sylvia would walk in one day. But not some random fan.

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Pardon?" he says, raising his eyebrows. "I was just saying I enjoyed your show, though I am glad you got out."

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman blinked at that, but then relaxed marginally.

"Oh... thanks. Glad I'm out too. Just glad you're not asking for a piece of me too."

[blue_eyed_lord]

He shakes his head. "Why would I?"

"I mean, I liked the show and all, but that's it."

"What is this place, though? While I kind of like the idea, there shouldn't be a bar right outside my office door."

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

There's a redhead comfortably seated at a table near the door, watching this with some amused interest.

"Not what you were expecting, I'm guessing?"

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Not really, ma'am, no," he says, smiling at the lady. "My office, for some reason, has decided to cut out the intervening space between it and a bar... but I don't think this is my usual bar down the street from my apartment."

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

"If it is, you must live on quite the street," she replies with a laugh.

"Welcome to Milliways." A nod towards the empty chair opposite her. "I can explain it a bit further, if you'd like."

[blue_eyed_lord]

He smiles and moves to sit down. "Please do. I haven't heard of Milliways. It's... not local, I take it."

"Local bars can't pick you up at your office, as far as I know."

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

"No, it's -- about as far from local as you can manage. It's the End of the Universe."

She gestures towards the Observation Window, adding quickly, "You can see it out there, but it's not a very comfortable sight for many people."

[blue_eyed_lord]

"End of the Universe?" He says as he turns to look. What kind of theme bar is thi-

Yes, we know you still check.





"Oh."

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

She gives him a minute.

And starts discreetly looking for a waitrat, because generally a stiff drink is the next order of business.

[blue_eyed_lord]

Eventually he shakes his head and looks away from the sight, rubbing at a temple.

"It kind of puts the worry of an unfinished script in perspective."