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The lights of the freight carrier fade into the distance as Everett brushes himself off and looks around his new surroundings. He shrugs, pats his hair carefully, and walks into the foyer of the glittering bulding before him. To his left is a bar -- ah, familiar. Hooking his thumbs in the pocket of his overalls, he strolls in and leans against the polished wood of the door frame.

"Say, uh, there happen to be any sort of shall-we-say sentient life -- human or otherwise, though I don't know what to be expectin' here at the rugged fringes of apparent civilization -- that could go about getting me some kinda intoxicatin' liquor?"

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((OOC: YES! YEEEESSSS! *dead from joy*))

[OOC: *rubs hands together fiendishly* :D]

[OOC: Who's Everett McGill??]

[OOC: From O Brother, Where Art Thou? -- IMDB site here (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0190590/). Movie highly recommended.]

[adds voice to the chorus of love]

[OOC: Oh, Holy Jesus. *dies laughing*]

[ooc: eeeeee! *squeals with delight*]

[OOC: *jumps on you and refuses to let go such is her love*]

*Finally sets his bags down at his feet, nodding to everett.* If there are any, i've yet to meet them. The bar seems quite deserted. *Gesturing behind the empty bar.*

If my esteemed lady companion is correct in her appraisal of the situation, the case seems to be that no intermediary is necessitated in order for our needs to be served, if you catch my drift. A mighty fine way of gettin' from Point A to Point B, if I do say so myself.

[OOC: HAHAHAHHAYES!]

It's not sentient, but the bar will give you what you'd like if you give it money and ask. *gestures to the bar*

Much obliged, ma'am.

*Everett rummages through his pockets, coming up with a jar of Dapper Dan pomade, a bundle of hairnets, a pencil stub, and finally a fifty-cent piece. He sets the last confidently on the bar and cracks his knuckles.*

Now, considerin' that you are jist about the only unmanned alcoholic deportation device I have ever laid my wonderin' orbs upon, I wonder that you might be able to provide me with a neat glass of bourbon whisky?

You're welcome, of course.

*blinks at the money* When are you from?

*smiles obligingly* The name's Ulysses Everett McGill, of the Mississippi McGills, most recently of Union County right up past the postal office on Jackson Road.

And judgin' by your accent and inflection, you'd be an inhabitant, former or otherwise, of the last islet bastion of the great British Empire?

Nice to meet you, Ulysses Everett McGill.

*frowns slightly* When is that?

Yes. London, mostly, though I was in Lower Tadfield for a while. *smiles* Anathema Device.

It's a pleasure, Miss Device. Firstly and primarily, I sure hope you'll feel free to call me Everett -- ain't nobody call me Ulysses but my mammy.

If you mean to inquire as to the temporal placement of my last mortal coiling, the last I checked it was the Year of Our Lord 1934 AD. That answer your question?

All right, Everett. I hope you will then call me Anathema, as Miss Device is mostly my mother?

Yes, thank you.

Yes indeedy, I would be honored.

*nods* Thank you.

I'm terribly sorry, but I'm rather tired and ought to go to bed. It was nice meeting you, Everett.

[[OOC: dad wants to DO STUFF tomorrow before five. he is craaazy. so I ought to go to bed.

you rock, by the way.]]

A pleasure, ma'am. And in that case, I hope that you may suffer a most agreeable nocturnal repose.

And you as well.

*departs up the stairs*

[[OOC: sleep is for people who don't have milliways. seriously. XD

also: *headdesk* sorry.]]

She appraises the man and frowns, being ever so careful not to furrow her brow. 'You are in need of my help. And a bath.'

Now hold on just a finger-lickin' minute, young lady! I am in need of nobody's help, leastaways yours -- not that I'm not wholly obliged to you for the offer, but a man's got to do what he can for himself in this

And as for the bath -- well, if it's good enough for the birds of the sky, the beasts of the wood, and all the other little creatures on God's green earth, I say it's good enough for me.

*runs a quick hand over his hair*

Barbie studies the man's hair, not really listening to his words aside from 'wholly obliged to you' which she quite agrees with. 'You would make a delightful strawberry-blonde, I think. And those, 'She gestures at his overalls, 'will have to go. Still, you'll be easy to make pretty. You're almost pretty already.'

[ooc: Oh we're in a tight spot now!]

[occ: *stares long and hard* As an actual southerner, I salute you. And Fleur will have you. If she can remember. Thank you.]

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