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Mike isn't so much seated at Bar as he is slumped over her. He hates days like today. You know the kind, where what you've been putting off all week just has to be done.

The concern du jour is the lack of writing on this week's Happy Hour schedule. There's just no amount of squinting that's going to make writing magically appear on the calendar before him, and he knows it.

It's just unfair the way the universe works, you know? That procrastination can't continue indefinitly.

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"August here," Cal clarifies. "And, uh, Bar says time's been passing at the same rate at home."

He opts not to mention the part where he was dead up until recently. He's already getting a little tired of explaining it.

"So long enough to know better, but not so long as to have seen everything before. Good place to be."

Says Mike with a grin.

"Bar and I share a mental/physical link, so what happens to her happens to me for lack of a better explanation."

"Oh." Cal absorbs this. "That sounds interesting." He doesn't really understand it, but it does sound interesting. Milliways is full of things that sound interesting.

The grin broadens.

"That's one word for it, but yeah. So! If you could like, avoid carving your name into Bar's top I'd greatly appreciate it."

Cal laughs. "Damn, there go my plans for the day."

"There are better and more entertaining ways to hurt me, is all I'm saying."

"What, like making you do paperwork?" Cal asks cheerfully.

Mike eyes him.

"That's dirty pool right there. Dirty damn pool."

"Hey, I'm not the one who put it in front of you," Cal says. Still cheerful.

"Not directly, no."

"Hey, I didn't ask to be brought here," Cal says reasonably. Entirely more reasonably than he might have said such a thing just a few days ago.

Or - well over a month ago. That's gonna take some getting used to.

"That right there makes two of us. Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

Oh, right, introductions.

"New York, 1997. I'm Cal Chandler," he adds, "nice to meet you."

"Sweet! Another fellow New Yorker! I'm Michaelangelo."

Says Mike offering his hand.

"But seriously, just call me Mike."

Cal laughs, shaking Mike's hand.

"Will do. You know, I think you might be the first other American I've met. It seems like just about everyone here is from Britain."

"Really?"

Mike blinks back in surprise.

"I gotta say that you're one of the few people around here from roughly my time.

...

How into pop culture are you?"

"I used to watch a lot of TV and movies," Cal says. He'd done so mostly stoned, so he doesn't actually remember as much as he thinks he does, but he omits that part for the time being.

Which is a shame because then they'd have THREE things that they have in common. Which isn't to say that the two that he knows about isn't enough.

"Excellent! Welcome to Milliways! Maybe like, you just come in here around the time all the British people are in here, because I don't notice any outnumbering or anything."

For the record Mike is dressed like every single bad American Tourist stereotype out there. Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, flip flops, all he's missing is the fanny pack.

"Lucky me," Cal says with a laugh. "Maybe I should try to meet more people."

"Well you're off to a good start now, I know almost everyone!"

"Ah, yes, the importance of networking," Cal says, and if his tone sounds just a little drier than it really needs to, he doesn't appear to notice.

Mike is kind of oblivious at times.
This is one of these times.

"Never hurts to have an ear to the underground."

Says the guy who used to live in the sewers.

"Or to know people who do," Cal says with a nod. "Well. Except for when it does," he adds reflectively, then shakes his head slightly and says, "I'll make sure to keep an eye out for you if I've got questions about anyone."

"I can't promise I'll have answers to your questions, but I usually remember something about everyone."

Mike taps his temple.

"Selective memory, or at least that's what my brother Donnie calls it."

Raph just says he's a dumbass, surprisingly Mike is leaving that part out.

Cal chuckles. "Yeah, I've got one of those, too. It usually selects not to."

That made sense, right?