First Entrance

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Hurley has been through a lot, lately. A lot.

So when, instead of entering his cave, he ends up at a bar, well... he thinks he's going crazy again.

"Oh dude, this is so not cool," he says to himself.

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The guy at the bar snorts another laugh. "Well, there's real and there's real, innit? You should try the paradoxes." He cocks his head and sighs. "You're a new one, right? Come on and pull up a pew, friend. Looks like I drew the short straw again."

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"...I didn't die or anything, did I?" Hurley says, sitting down. "Because dude, I really don't want to be told this is heaven."

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John scratches the back of his neck. "Well, you could be. Some are..." He thinks for a second. "Can you see the door where you came in?"

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Hurley turns around.

"Yeah, dude. My eyes are fine."

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"You're one of the lucky ones, then. You're not stuck here. Don't knock it. Some are." He frowns a bit. "All right. You're new, and I'm the first person you've met. That means I owe you a free drink and I answer your questions. Well, some of them, anyway. So name your poison and ask away before I get narked."

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"...Uh, I guess I'll take a beer," Hurley says. "Can I get chicken here? I'd really like a bucket of fried chicken."

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John rolls his eyes. "Bar, sweetheart, get this pillock a watery American beer and a bucket of fried chicken, ta. My shout."

Both of which suddenly appear on the Bar. Surprise! The chicken even comes in a large wax paper takeaway bucket. With sides.

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"Holy crap, magic food!" Hurley says.

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John just stares at him. "You really don't give a blue bloody crap where you are, do you, as long as you can stuff your gob?"

[OOC: Mun going out for an hour or two. Tag you when I get back.]

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"Hey, that's not cool. I'm stuck on a desert island, man," Hurley objects.

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"Not anymore," John points out. "And while you're here, you might consider taking a shower."

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"Oh great, I found a new Sawyer," Hurley mumbles. "Where might I find, you know, the shower?"

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"Got any money?"

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"On me? Yeah, no," Hurley says.

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John shrugs. "Out of luck then, squire. It's a bar, you know. I'm happy to spot you a bucket of chicken and a bottle of pisswater, but you still have to pay your way. You might be able to start a tab, if the Bar thinks you're good for it. Then you can rent a room and take all the showers you want."

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"...I'm good for it," Hurley says. "Once I get home."

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John looks at him through narrowed eyes. "If you say so, squire. But I'm not the one you need to convince. Talk to the Bar." He pats the bar top, almost like patting a friend on the shoulder.

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"...I have to convince the bar?" Hurley says.

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"Which brings us," John says pointedly, "back to the question of where you are. Which ain't in Kansas anymore."

He points his cigarette to the Observation Window, where the universe is always ending, always beginning. "Alpha and Omega, universe without end, amen." He smirks. "You have a lot to learn, mate. Bar's just the first of it."

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"...wow, cool light show," Hurley says.

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Again, John just stares at him and shakes his head. "I can't tell whether you're thick as suet pudding or a Zen fucking master, but either way, I give up. You're on your own, squire, and best of luck to you."

He turns back to his mug of tea.

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"Right. Uhhh, thanks dude," Hurley says.