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[callmemajor]

Lorne's hanging out at the bar this afternoon with a cup of coffee and a burger, contemplating his door.

He's tired of fighting its pull, and he's tired of being torn between wanting to stay with Jack and needing to find out what happened to the city.

He'll be heading through it once he finishes his burger.

tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off.]

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[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon," says a foxlike man sitting nearby. "Is the coffee good here?"

"Smells good," adds the large, wolfish fellow next to him.

[callmemajor]

"Always just how I like it," Lorne says, raising his cup in a mock-salute before taking a drink.

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Oh? And how is that?"

[callmemajor]

"At the moment? Black and strong, but not too strong."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Nice. I prefer tea, generally, but black coffee is quite good, in its way.

"Mind if we chat? We're new here, and we haven't met many people."

"How long've you been coming?"

[callmemajor]

"If you'd like," Lorne says. "I don't know that I'll be very good company, and I...I'll have to leave soon."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Oh? What's happening?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne shrugs. "I have to get back soon."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose a couple of dab hands with melee weaponry would be of any use?"

[callmemajor]

"Not exactly," Lorne says. "And no offense, but you'd be tossed in the brig before you had a chance to help at all if you showed up where I'm from."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Oh, really? And why is that?"

[callmemajor]

"High-security, top secret military base. They don't take too kindly to unauthorized personnel."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Not because of our propensity for unneeded violence and summery executions?"

"He doesn't know about that bit, Mr. Croup."

"Yes, Mr. Vandemar, you have a point." Croup grins.

[callmemajor]

Lorne cocks an eyebrow at this revelation. "I'm in the military. It's not like we don't have our fair share of unneeded violence and summery executions."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Not like us." Vandemar grins.

"We are experts with every torture device known to man. Apega of Nabis, Malay boot, Cathrine wheel, Duke of Exeter's daughter, heretic's fork, instep borer, iron maiden, Judas Chair, parrilla, scold's bridle, Spanish tickler, thumbscrews . . . oh, I could go on for ages."

"Love the iron chair, myself," says Vandemar. "Always makes me hungry."

"Everything makes you hungry."

"So?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne shudders just a little. "Oh. Well...yeah. You might find yourselves in the brig either way."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"You know, there really are worse things than death," continues Croup. "Being burned may sound awful, for example, but once it gets going it's even worse to put it out. Have you ever seen someone with third-degree burns? They beg to die, really they do."

"Stop talking about cooking, please, Mr. Croup," says Vandemar.

"What? Oh, yes." Croup smiles his unnerving smile at Lorne. "The esteemed Mr. Vandemar is wonderfully prone to the sin of anthropophagy."

[callmemajor]

"I have actually, yeah," Lorne says, finishing off his coffee.

"Anthro-what now?"

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Anthropophagy." Croup grins and adds, "Cannibalism."

[callmemajor]

"Riiight," Lorne says. He slides his plate away. "I...uh...really should be going."

He's not scared, just uncomfortable.

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Alright." Croup gives him a friendly nod. "It's been a pleasure."

"Bye," adds Vandemar. He's giving Lorne a hungry look, but no more so than he gives . . . the entire universe, to be frank.