This isn't the bathroom...

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A few seconds ago, everything was so normal...

Anya pauses at the door, confused. She slowly pokes her head in, scanning the bizarre room in front of her that is most definitely not the bathroom. Suddenly she feels a strong tug and stumbles over the threshold. The door smacks shut behind her, the click of the lock surprisingly deafening in the already noisy... bar?

Well, Anya knows bars. She and bars are good friends. She walks slowly, almost cautiously to the Bar and sits down on one of the stools, tugging her robe in close around her. No one is immediately apparent, but something about this place seems special.

"Uhm... a mimosa please?"

Just to her left in a snazzy crystal glass appears a deliciously well balanced mimosa on a clean napkin. She smiles, claps her hands like a five year old and takes a sip. Her nerves somewhat calmed, she scans the room for something, anything friendly.

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Herc gives a friendly smile and a chuckle.

"Thou doth seem a little underdressed," he says.

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Anya looks at him, a little miffed.

"Well its not my fault you're all in my bathroom. I think you're over dressed."

She sips on her mimosa again and hopes he doesn't leave. She wants to talk to someone, and he kinda reminds her of the good old days.

Doesn't mean he gets to be special though.

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"...thou didst find the bar in thy bathroom?" Herc says.

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"Uh huh. I was asleep in the apartment, and then I woke up in the apartment, though I suppose it could be an alternate dimension that only looked like the apartment, and the I walked into what I thought was going to be my bathroom, but it was here. My bathroom doesn't have mimosas."

He's nice. He asks questions and lets Anya talk about herself.

He can stay. Please.

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"Thy bathroom door didst turn into a magic one," Herc says. "Thou art at Milliways, fair maiden."

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"Milliways? Sounds like something from the Fifties in America. And I should know, I was there."

She ponders a moment.

"The landlord must not know about this. Otherwise our rent would be much higher. Well, I'll just have to make sure she never uses our bathroom. I'm only going to pay for the advertised features. Any hidden ones should be free I think. Like mimosas."

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"Thy drinks are not free," Herc says. "Though while I talk with thee, Hercules shall cover thy tab."

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She's not sitting long when a white-haired man sits down beside her. "Axeman light ale," he says quietly, and then picks up the provided glass with a smile. After a long swallow he sighs contentedly and, without turning, speaks to Anya.

"Good evening, lady."

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"You're nice but you're wrong. You mean good morning. I'm fairly sure that it was morning when I came in. Good morning."

She pauses and looks at him.

"I'm Anya."

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He chuckles and turns to face her with a soft smile, "I suppose I should wish you good morning, then, lady Anya. I am Wencit or Rūm."

Where his eyes should be there are flames slowly dancing instead.

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Anya looks at him sideways.

"Are you a demon? Because you're a very subtle one if you are. I'm not used to that. I'm an ex-demon. Vengeance. Against cheating slimy men. It was fun. Very flashy."

Another pause, another considering look.

"Wencit."

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Another laugh, "No, I am not. I am human... mostly."

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"Oooooh tell me!"

Anya takes another sip of mimosa. Mmmm, bubbly citrus.

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A faun now approached the new arrival having just finished his shift.

"Didn't we meet somewhere near Crete?"

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She peers at him over her mimosa, gives it a sip, and sets it down.

"Maybe. Give me a specific century and I might remember more..."

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Pan thought for a moment, "Ohhh maybe sometime in the 1300s-1400s? That painter who loved the boys as much as the girls? Never seen a paintbrush used like that before."

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Anya looked at him.

"That was you? Do you know how many times I almost got to curse you? I swear, a new girl every week almost wanting to get back at you badly enough to summon me. I would've had some good fun with you, too. I mean, fun for me. I think it wouldn't have mattered whether or not you like boys or girls or what, you would've been terribly unhappy. Kinda the whole point of, well, me."

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(ooc: also want to add, that I sooo wish my Giles headvoice hadn't gone horribly quiet over here. Your Anya's lovely.)

Pan shrugged good naturedly, "Yeah, some fun times. And oh I'm sure I did wonders for your business, poor little lambs some of them were." So what did it matter what happened after he left them? It was fun, nothing more.

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(ooc: Thanks much! I'm having lots of fun... I missed this place! I like Pan, looks like he and Anya could have some interesting conversations :P)

His nonchalance is grating...

"Oh please, if any of them had had the guts to go through with it, they wouldn't have been your little lambs any more. They would've been... like... bad! With my help! I was powerful you know, you would've felt it if I'd cursed you!"

She sucks down more mimosa noisily to further demonstrate aggravation. Humph. Stupid mortality.

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Ava blinks at the robe.

"... Uh. Hey there!"

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Anya looks at her.

"Anya."

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Scrunchy confused face!

"I beg your pardon?"

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"I'm Anya. Not there. Who are you?"

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"... Oh," Ava says.

Blink.

"Uh, hi Anya! I'm Ava."

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"Hi Ava. You're name is a palindrome."

Anya smiles and leans in, whispering, "It's okay though, I like it."