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[OOM: Hello, Milliways. It's been a long time.]

A year, in fact, since Parker Lee opened a door and found the bar on the other side.

She had wondered once or twice why her door hadn't followed her across the ocean. But she hadn't really worried about it. Real life had been enough of an adventure over the past year, busy and full of new people and new experiences.

And no safety net. Maybe the Universe had recognized the need for that.

Smiling, Parker turns slowly in a circle. Like Hearst, Milliways hasn't changed. But no way could it ever feel small. She rubs one friendly hand on the polished wood of the bar.

"Hi, Bar, sweetie. I'm back."

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"Hi thar," says a . . . man sitting at the bar. "Bin a while, I take et?"

Parker smiles at the......man.

"About a year, give or take."

"The place hasn't changed much."

"Naw, I dun't suppose et would've." Wilbur chuckles, then holds out a hand. "Wilbur Whateley, et yer service."

"Parker Lee. Nice to meet you."

Parker shakes his hand.

"Nice coat," she adds.

Well cut. Impressive, given his size.

"Thanks. Nice ter meet yew, tew."

A tentacle slides out from under said coat. It pokes her, curious.

"Whoa. Hi there."

Parker draws back a bit from the tentacle, regarding it quizzically.

Any number of ...or are you just happy to see me? jokes pop into her head. But she restrains herself.

"Now there's something you don't see every day."

That's probably a good thing--Wilbur can be rather shy, and he's easily embarrassed. Oh, and he's still technically fifteen.

"Naw yew dun't, dew yeh?" Wilbur chuckles. "Except around here, et any rate."

Another tentacle slithers into view. It peels open, revealing fangs, and eats Wilbur's glass. He rolls his eyes at it.

Parker shuffles ever so slightly backward.

Just for safety's sake.

"Is that, uh, normal? The glass eating?"

She's guessing yes, since the ...man doesn't seem too concerned about it.

"Et kin an' will eat jest about anythin'," he says with a shrug.

Parker bends over, trying to get a better look at the toothed tentacle.

Just--you know--not too close.

"That is wild."

There are teeth lining it all the way down, on the inside. It doesn't open like a mouth so much as turn itself inside out like a sock.

"Thar's plenty o' wild stuff en Milliway's."

"So I remember. That takes the cake, though."

Parker straightens up.

"Have you been coming here long?"

"Jest a month ur sew." He smiles slightly. "But I'm Bound, sew I'm gewin' ter be around fer a long, long time."

"Unless you get Unbound," Parker replies promptly.

"Dun't think thet's gewin' ter happen," says Wilbur. "I'm dead back home, yew see."

"Oh. Wow. I'm sorry."

Parker mentally kicks herself. She had forgotten about that particular aspect of Milliways.

"Buy, hey," she says, trying to salvage the situation. "This is a good place. It's definitely always interesting."

"Yew kin say thet again." Wilbur chuckles. "Awlthough I'd rather yew didn't, thet would be silly."

Parker tilts her head, confused.

"Didn't what?" she asks.

"Say et again, o' course!"

Parker pauses, then shakes her head, laughing a little.

Purely at herself.

"I think jet lag is making me slow on the uptake," she says.

Even though she has been back on Pacific Daylight Time for a week and can't really use that as an excuse any more.

"Jet lag? Never heerd o' thet."

"It's the one major downside of extensive travel," Parker says.

"That and airline toilets."

"Airline? Thet's, like, en areoplane ur suthin'?"

"Exactly like that," Parker replies.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for airline travel. But eight hours in coach with a bathroom you can barely turn around in?"

"Its enough to make you swear off liquids for a day."

"Ayuh, I suppose et would." He shrugs. "1928, sew I dun't know much about areoplanes."

"They've probably gotten more comfortable since."

Parker raises her eyebrows, wondering idly what Homeland Security would make of Wilbur.

Which she realizes is a moot point. For all she knows, he is completely nondescript in his world.

"Dun't sound awll thet comfortable ter me."

"They have their low points."

"But the trips you can take are definitely worth it," Parker says with a smile.

"I suppose sew."

"Do you travel much? Did you travel much?" Parker quickly amends.

"Dun't think I ever left Arkham County, ter be honest."

"Really?"

"Is Arkham County pretty big?"

"Fairly, I suppose. But et's nawt like I explored et much either."

"Yeah? Why is that?" Parker asks curiously.

"Spend most o' my time et home, fer 'un thin'. Between the ol' farm an' my readin', thar warn't much time fer wanderin'."

"You were a farmer?" Parker asks.

"Nawt really. We had a few sickly, bloodless cows an' a lawt o' weeds." Wilbur shrugs. "The cows tended ter die an' even the weeds didn't last long, but Gran'father insisted thet et was a farm.

"O' course, he was even crazier than his daughter, sew thet may nawt have mattered thet much."

"Sounds....um....."

She really can't come up with a positive adjective.

[OOC: The mun is quickly fading out. Fade or slow time?]

(Slowtime, this is fun.)

"Awful? Wal, Gran'father's mission en life was ter destroy the world, an' most o' the people en the towen whar either crazy ur jest plain stupid--mostly stupid." Wilbur laughs. "Sew I'd say thet awful es rather accurate, ter be honest."

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