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milliways_bar2008-07-03 08:05 pm
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First entrance
"--gut you like a fish and feed you to the cats," Gaia is saying as she steps through the door, wiping her hands off on what there is of her leather skirt with her usual post-customer-bouncing swagger.
With only one small problem. This? Is not her street. That man she had thrown through the door only seconds before is not here either, but that's no loss, though she wouldn't have minded more of a fight out in the street. He was drunk. She could've finished him easily.
She falls silent as she glances around, features settling into the usual vaguely surly look that is the wary Gaia.
It's certainly a lot cleaner here. Quieter, too. And smells better than the brothel.
There is potential. For what, she doesn't know.
[tiny tag: gaia (rome)]
With only one small problem. This? Is not her street. That man she had thrown through the door only seconds before is not here either, but that's no loss, though she wouldn't have minded more of a fight out in the street. He was drunk. She could've finished him easily.
She falls silent as she glances around, features settling into the usual vaguely surly look that is the wary Gaia.
It's certainly a lot cleaner here. Quieter, too. And smells better than the brothel.
There is potential. For what, she doesn't know.
[tiny tag: gaia (rome)]

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"Hallo, crumpet. Welcome to Milliways."
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So she gives him a once-over in return, stepping closer. "What's the story?"
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At least she isn't unarmed. Always a plus when in strange situations, even if it is only a small knife. She glances back toward the entrance.
"Someone must've closed it," she says. "I didn't."
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He pats the Bar and says, "Sweetheart, some of your finest Falernian wine on my tab if you please."
And that's exactly what appears on the Bar before them, in a fine red cup.
The blonde man hands it to her and says, "Welcome to heaven, honey." He lights a cigarette with a smile. But the smile is absolutely wicked.
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There are things she doesn't know at all, and there are things she knows of but knows are very far out of her league. That may be it.
She picks up the cup, looking into the wine before taking a cautious sip. "Say that to all the girls, eh?"
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He throws back a shot of whiskey and chuckles. "This is Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe. Look over there." He points toward the Observation Window, where the Universe is always ending, always beginning.
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Whoever that woman is, she looks just like Yves.
It's sort of freaking him out.
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They don't all end in violence, either.
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Byers' cheeks darken and he immediately takes a small step back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he says, clearing his throat. "You just... uh. You look a lot like someone I know."
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His glance is a studying one, oh yes.
"Are you a new arrival?"
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It occurs to her that she should probably be more startled or afraid by the change in surroundings, but it's better to figure it out first and then, if she's got the time and the inclination, let herself be upset.
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Ah well.
"First time here, I am guessing."
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Nothing like the women she knows at home. Interesting, though. Clean, strange clothing, her hair... maybe she has been sick? She keeps her distance, all the same.
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"As good a place as any for a bar to be," she says. "Don't recognize the people, though--you're not Roman."
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She knows she should not expect people to be friendly, but... tonight, putting an effort seems to not be worth it. She is dead. Just a matter of time.
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She's always wanted to know. No sense in asking any of the slaves; they don't talk about home much, not around native-born slaves, and not in proper Latin anyway.
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"Are you well?"
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Well... hallucinations might be a clue. She's never had them before, though, and it always seemed to her that people who hallucinate have fevers or chills, and she has neither. She feels perfectly marvelous, in fact.
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Her watching is a bit frightening, she could be one of the Queen's spies.
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She doesn't really believe in magic. The power of the gods, yes, but that's different. That's gods. They're supposed to be able to do things people can't.
"God-magic, then? Or something else?"
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