Happy Hour

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Indy is on duty behind the bar tonight. It's a typically no frills appearance, but all things considered, he appears to be in good spirits. After a quick stock check and a wipe down of the counter, he chalks the following loosely-themed offerings onto the board:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Manhattan
Bronx Terrace
Long Island Iced Tea

He then arms himself with a strong and heavily spiked cup of coffee (in case the youthful turtle boys show up again), and prepares to take some orders.

"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"

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Indy pauses mid-pour.

"This is gonna be one of those massively confusing stories of yours, isn't it? Where I nod and smile and appear to comprehend, but actually only understand about ten percent of the facts."

At least he's honest.

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"Long story short? My fiancee's a time traveler and she's really good at it. I wasn't supposed to come to Milliways this far in my own past. It makes bad things happen."

See? HE CAN BE TAUGHT.

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"Ah yes, the lovely Romana."

Indy smiles fondly. They were close, once upon a time.

"So, you're a future Ray? Not the one I spoke to last week about the the Cthulhu situation?"

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"Yeah, by several lifetimes, relatively speaking," Ray says. "Although the Cthulhu situation is in my past that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Mythos intrusion automatically renders the timestream non-linear."

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"Damn. Would've been good to find out how you eventually dealt with them, for your other self's sake. And y'know, all the worlds they are plaguing."

"Advice from the future causes continuum messes though, I'm guessing. Altering the advice giver's existence in the best case scenario?"

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"More like obliterating if I'm lucky. Ending in pursuit and capture by either the Reapers or the Hounds of Tindalos if I'm not," Ray says. "Oblivion's comparatively easy next to that."

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Ray's drink is finally completed and passed over. It's accompanied by a familiar look of bewilderment on the bartender's face.

"You lost me at Reapers. Should I even ask?"

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"Very bad things that show up if something goes horribly wrong in the timestream in the universe that has Gallifrey in it," Ray says. "Hounds of Tindalos exist in the pre-cellular-life portion of Earth's past and tend to range out through the angles of time whenever someone commits a massive act of time sorcery, but they're just as likely to show up if time travel gets botched. I've only ever met one, but that was more than enough."

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"Gotcha."

Indy nods now.

"They both sound nasty. I'll be sure not to screw with my own timestream if I can help it."

"Not that I tend to do a lot of time travel," he adds. "But you never know in this place. It's hard enough keeping myself relatively uninformed about my future with all the folk around who've seen the third movie, and with that damned History Channel."

He loves it. Can't get enough.

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"If it helps at all, even in your current time, I haven't seen the third movie in seventy-five years," says Ray. "So you don't need to worry about that from me."

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Indy performs some rapid metal calculations, and comes up severely wanting.

"How's that?"

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"Do you remember that stretch when people were randomly disappearing from the Bar and turning up later in the wrong world? My goddaughter, Beldaran, had made a deal with her Gods on my behalf just before that mess started, and I haven't aged a day since- which is good, because I spent forty-seven years in her world before anyone managed to bring me back here. Then twenty-five years as an assistant librarian at Miskatonic University, but that was something else. So, seventy-five-ish years."

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"Dang Ray, that's like a lifetime," Indy says, grimacing slightly.

"So... you're immortal now?"

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"Yeah. Beldaran's got immortal relatives and she decided I should be among their number. While she did put in 'can't get old, can't get poisoned, can heal back from nearly anything, and can't get sick' when she put the bargain to the gods, she didn't include anything that would grow half my skull bones back at any kind of increased rate, so I have incidents like this now and again."

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"Ah. Well, can't have everything, I guess."

He gives the facial addition a closer inspection.

"I'm not sure I'm buying the chef story, by the way. Seriously, how did that happen?"

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It's probably hard to tell that he's got an embarrassed look right now, but really, the flesh half of Ray's face does look highly embarrassed.

"Lightsaber. If you don't put them together exactly right, they blow up when you activate them for the first time. Jedi padawans often won't activate their first lightsaber without a Master around to contain the blast and a bacta tank within twenty yards just in case."

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Reacting to Ray's shame, Indy shakes his head and tuts disappointedly, not unlike a parent might.

"How many times have I told you to be careful with those things? I wasn't joking when I said you could put an eye out with it, as you can now plainly see. Or not so plainly see..."

He holds out his hand patiently.

"Give me the lightsaber, Ray. No more Jedi games for two weeks."

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"I'd be happy to," Ray says. "The largest remaining pieces're all in the waste disposal unit of the TARDIS' shopvac, though. When they explode, they explode a lot. Sorry to disappoint you."

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Indy chuckles.

"Just kidding. Sounds like the trash is the best place for them."

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"This time yes," Ray says. "If I'm going to get careless during the construction phase I deserve a couple of weeks of itching and going 'clank' a lot. I'll get over it."

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"Rather you than me," Indy vows.

"Um, just for my information, how does something like that... heal?"

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"A much better biologist than me takes a couple of cell samples and grows them in solution to the point where they can be persuaded to develop into the appropriate missing systems, and then they get patched in later once they're done and the metal parts get removed. There won't even be a scar."

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Indy's hand subconsciously strays to the whip mark on his chin.

"Wow. That's some really neat stuff."

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"That's one of the advantages to dating outside the Terran community," Ray says. "Although I never thought of the medical aspect of things at the time."

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"Hm. Yeah. I've not come across that technique before. The med lab in Ace's TARDIS has... nanogenes? Tiny little robots. They fixed some piranha bites I got in the Amazon about this time last year. Pretty amazing technology as well."