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[is-listening.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Calling slowtime for sleep! Post remains open, though. :D]

Frasier does not walk into Milliways this time, nor does he stumble.

He limps.

He limps and falls onto the nearest couch with a strained groan, and when a waitrat scurries over with a glass of wine, he doesn't make a face. He simply takes the glass, mutters his thanks, and downs it in four gulps.

And then... he doesn't move.

He doesn't plan on moving.

"OW."

Tinytag: Frasier Crane, Bella Moriarty

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[gorgonfondness]

There's a man who looks like he needs something strong.

She's still a little, how do you say, swept away from Valentine's last night?

Which totally happened already, even though it's not posted yet. Shut up!

But Frasier is, well, extremely obvious.

"Rough day?" she asks from her table, already set with tea, enough for two.

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

Frasier doesn't turn his head to see who's speaking to him.

"Very."

If he weren't so sophisticated, he'd be cursing like a sailor right now.

[gorgonfondness]

"Something stronger than tea, then?"

If need be, she will fetch firewhiskey for him.

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"I had some wine already," he says without even blinking. "The last thing I need is to get drunk and think I can stand --"

The mere thought makes him want to start crying again.

[gorgonfondness]

"Well, there could be worse things."

Frasier, at least, doesn't seem the type to get into a drinking contest where the loser has to cross dress.

But then, a lot of people don't seem the type to do that and end up doing it anyway.

She takes a closer look at him, leaning over her table.

"You look a little familiar, like I might have run into a relative of yours."

What was his name again...?

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

OH GOD WHY.

WHY WHY WHY.

"You probably have," he grunts. "Was his name Niles Crane?"

WAS HE SPINDLY AND AWKWARD?

[gorgonfondness]

"Oh yes, Doctor Crane. I have met him a couple of times."

She interrupted his conversation with a bunny suit and then scared the wits out of him with her owl.

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"Lucky you," he says, rolling his eyes.

His eyes are the only thing that don't hurt.

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

Bella notices the man, and inwardly winces at his pain.

"Sir? If I may be so bold, might I ask what is causing you such...discomfort?"

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"His name is Todd and he's a retired Army... somethingorother," Frasier answers.

"I think he was trained in torture techniques."

DRAMATIC PAUSE.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to move my legs again."

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

Bella takes a cup of tea from the Bar.

"I believe there are doctors here, sir. They might be able to help..

And why were you assaulted by a retired Army...somethingorother?"

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"I signed up," Frasier whines, only moving his eyes to look at the woman speaking to him.

"The only one who can help me now is my chiropractor."

D:

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

"You...enlisted? Pardon me, but you do not exactly seem like the type. Oh, dear, here I am criticizing your life...and we haven't even been introduced! I'm Bella. Bella Moriarty."

She curtsies.

"And you are...?"

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"No, I -- I didn't enlist," he sighs, wincing.

His ribcage won't go that far.

Ow.

"I'm Dr. Frasier Crane; it's a pleasure to meet you."

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

So, then...what do you mean by, "I signed up?"

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"I'm in training."

...

"... to get in better shape."

Yes, he is lying. Can you blame him?

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh... one of those days, huh? Need some ice or painkiller? Comes in all kinds around here."

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

Frasier isn't sure what he needs.

He also isn't sure he trusts anything in this place.

(The wine doesn't count, okay? Wine is wine. WINE CAN DO NO WRONG.)

"No, thank you."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"And gonna take a shot in the dark, and figure you're kind of new to this multiversal nuthouse, right?" Get to recognize the look.

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"Fairly new," he mutters.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, like what? A week, a month? And you Bound or no? Because that can make a big difference with adjusting to the joint."

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"I've been here all of..."

He thinks.

"Three times? Four, maybe? And no, I'm not Bound, though I was for a short time last week."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"I've been here off and on for some years, nearly three I think. You get to know the look of the new kids in town."

[is-listening.livejournal.com]

"Ah."

Someone's not very talkative!

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Be glad you didn't show up during one of the holidays. Those get hairy with the weird costume changes springing up on you."

He added, "I'm Dr. Peter Venkman by the way. New York, 1994."