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[slayer_fray]

There is a sign in the bar, on a central table; that gives a view of the entire place:

New to Milliways?

Questions? Problems?Ask me.

Sitting at the same table is a Slayer cleaning out the inside of her blaster pistol, with the bored kind of expression that doesn't suggest she really wants to be asked about the bar, but is making herself have the sign anyway.

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[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

Ned is not new. Not really.

He's certainly got enough of a surprised look of recognition going on in Mel's direction, at any rate. He's still trying to decide if it's worth walking up to her, though.

[slayer_fray]

Mel should, in theory, have highly tuned senses that know exactly when she's being watched.

She's currently completely oblivious.

When a small piece of red metal sproings out of the gun and flies in his general direction, then she looks up, and nods at him.

[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

An awkward nod in return, and Ned decides to stop being accidentally voyeuristic.

"Hi, Mel. Nice...nice gun."

He hopes it's a gun. One never knows, around here.

[slayer_fray]

"Thanks," Mel says awkwardly. "Will you pass that bit?I kinda need it."

Puzzled pause.

"We met?"

[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

Ned bends down to pick up the spring by pinching it with two fingers and placing it in the palm of his other hand, stepping forward to return it to her.

"We met when I was nine."

Looks to be about 20 years ago, for Ned.

"You signed my book, after I asked you whether or not you were dead."

[slayer_fray]

"Right."

Rutting Milliways. Mel nods, holding her palmout for him to drop the spring into. It's easier that way.

"Hey, Ned. "How'd growing up work for you?"

[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

The outstretched palm is lowered enough to drop the spring into Mel's own without letting it bounce again; that wouldn't do any good to anyone.

"It went alright. I finished school and just opened a pie shop."

Aaaaaaaand brought a dead childhood sweetheart back to life.

Ned glosses over the details; he's already been chastised enough for it.

[slayer_fray]

"Pies, nice," Mel says,with a touch of pride that a Milliways kids is seeting upbusiness on his own.

"...not meat pies?"

That's a thought she didn't need.

[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'd never really thought of doing a mincemeat thinevermind. Nope. No meat. Nope. Fruits and vegetables and pie shells for me."

[slayer_fray]

"Rocketship," Mel says, sitting back. "Glad you've found your thing, then. How long you been back here?"

[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

"Not long at all; a few months, maybe? I found my first door back in the storage closet of my shop during construction, and it seems to be sticking around for awhile, so hopefully I won't disappear for another twenty years like last time."

[slayer_fray]

"Hopefully," Mel agrees. "I have a hard enough time keeping track of everyone's world when it's moving at a normal pace.

"So when can I try your pies?"

[notahugfan.livejournal.com]

The awkwardness of Ned's expression solidifies somewhat; he knows they're good, and doesn't mind sharing them.

"That depends on a couple of things. Either you wanting to visit, me bringing a pie back for you, or me making one here.

"Also, you'd have to tell me what it is you do and don't like, especially if I end up bringing one back for you."

[magic_ferret]

Yunno approaches because even though guns freak him out, he has questions.

"Excuse me, but do you have any advice on what I might do for extra money around here."

His TSAB card is for use inside the Bureau, bars at the end of time? Not so much.

[slayer_fray]

Mel glances up to see the kid, and gives a quick smirk. It's the nearest thing she'll get to a soft smile to anyone she's just met.

"Kids are all covered on my tab," she says.

[magic_ferret]

Yunno gives a small sigh. He's never been good with charity.

"Thank you, but I think I might need to start a few projects."

He lets the magic circle form between them.

"I have suspicions about how to get unBound. My name is Yunno and my family name is Scrya."

Then he bows, politely.

[slayer_fray]

Mel glances at the circle, apparently unmoved, and nods in return to the bow.

"Mel Fray," she replies, before adding: "That kinda thing can backfire, trust me."

[magic_ferret]

"I'm not going to attack the door," says Yunno as the circle dissipates, "I don't have the knack for combat anyway. Transport is something I have a talent for, I'm hoping to put together something to enhance that. Or scanning, it depends how the Device goes."

It's either that or a blind teleport. Those rarely end well.

[slayer_fray]

"Every one always thinks I'm about the violence," she complains with a smile.

"I mean, sometimes whatever-it-is controls the door here doesn't like people messing with it. People died when I tried, and I had a god doing it."

[magic_ferret]

It's the ax, it sets expectations.

"The person I talked to before mentioned that it seems people have to accomplish things before being able to leave. A Device make my magic easier to cast, more reliable to use and generally better. They're also tricky to to put together and require unusual components."

Especially the good ones.

"I work better with the right tools. Well, would you offer any general advice then?"

[slayer_fray]

"Uh," Mel says, at the first piece of information. "Who tried to spin you that toy?

"Door opens when it opens. Best thing to do is just settle down and see if Bar won't give you what you need to make your device."

[magic_ferret]

"She said her name was Lilith," Earth mythology and any implications are not Yunno's strong point,"and I'll see if I could get the basic I suppose."

Most drinking establishments don't carry superconductive busbars, but who knows.

[slayer_fray]

"Never heard of her," Mel says. "Chances are she was just spinning you."

If she ever finds out who's been telling people that Bar doesn't give out weapons, she'll... probably thank them for the business opportunity.

[magic_ferret]

Devices are more than weapons, more like magical Swiss Army Knives with a 'blam' option.

"Alright then, planning comes first anyway," paper, pens, calculator... , "They aren't something you want to wing."

Self-repair options and a magical Von Neumann machines are disturbingly close in design.

[slayer_fray]

"So you're gonna try and unBind people for money?" Mel asks, trying to piece things together.