First Entry

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A tall man with dark hair steps into the bar. He's wearing a dark suit, shirt open at the collar, with a cravat tied neatly around his neck.

He looks around the room, steps back out, and comes in again.

His face breaks into a smile that's more feral than friendly.

"Well, this is new."


Welcome to Milliways, Nikola Tesla.


tiny-and-eccentric!tag: Nikola Tesla

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"Hey there," says the dark-haired fellow at one of the nearby tables; he's had just about enough of working on his holocomputer today, thank you oh so very much. "First time?"

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Nikola turns to look at the man, his smile turning slightly more friendly (though still with that somewhat dangerous edge to it). "Is this the first time my lab has been replaced by a bar, you mean? Yes."

He looks completely undisturbed by this fact.

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Ray's not known for his survival instincts, even after spending time stuck in Salmissra's palace (motto: "the poisons taste great, but the antidoes all suck"). Nevertheless there's at least some recognition of the dangerous edge there, in that Ray finds himself inclined to classify the man as a New York denizen, possibly one with a concealed-carry weapon whether he's got a permit or not.

"That happens around here sometimes. I was more asking if you'd ever been to Milliways before, since I didn't know where or when you came in from, but functionally it's more or less the same question."

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Nikola prides himself on being the smartest person in any room he walks into, so he forgoes the obvious and unnecessary question of whether or not the bar he's currently is Milliways.

"I have never been to Milliways before." He offers his hand. "Nikola."

As he's supposed to have been dead in his home world for the last forty years or so, he declines giving his last name. Fame has its downsides occasionally.

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Ray nods and shakes the hand. "Ray Stantz," he says. "Good to meet you. Welcome to Milliways, the dimensionally weird bar at the end of the Universe. The first drink is free, the rats are on the waitstaff, and the rules are no violence, no old business from home, and no naked or naked-related activities in the Bar. I generally find that dropping all of that at once gets people over the rest of the peculiarities a whole lot quicker."

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"End of the universe?" Nikola asks. It seemed to him the most pertinent question of the ones currently running around in his head. The rest can wait.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel laughed a little, "Almost disturbing isn't it?"

He is sitting at a table, books and papers piled around artifacts, a strange bracelet around his wrist. There is a black hared woman looking at Daniel with definite boredom from across the bar.

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"Not quite the word I'd have chosen," Nikola says. "But I can see how that might be a logical response."


The look on his face is about as far from disturbed as it's possible to be.

[diehard_daniel]

What the expression is on the face can be misleading to the feelings on the inside.

"Well, after a while it does grow on you," said Daniel with a grin, "Great place to catch up on work."

He cleared a space on the table, "Would you like something to drink?"

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"What I'd like, actually," Nikola says, slowly and with the air of someone speaking to a particularly unintelligent lab assistant, "is at least a modicum of an explanation as to what a bar is doing in the space formerly occupied by my lab, or at least what the entrance to a bar is doing in the space formerly occupied by the entrance to my lab."

He smiles, as though he hasn't just been incredibly patronizing. "After that, I may consider a drink."

[diehard_daniel]

"You may want the drink first," said Daniel, "take a seat and I'll tell you. My door happens to be in one of the closets in my lab."

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"You'll tell me, and then I'll take a seat," Nikola says. "Perhaps."

He's not fond of following orders, even if they are given as friendly suggestions.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Sniff. Sniiiff. Sniiiiiiiiiiiiff.

Look, he's a werewolf on a full moon day. Sniffing the people looking feral is a thing.

He's also scarred up beyond the human ability to survive (there are bits defining wounds where scars are broken by clean flesh, for that matter), has a hairstyle known to anyone who has watched a certain movie starring the Governator (the Predator's player is fine with canon puncturing), and has the kind of I am looking at you expression that wild predators (small p) give potential problems.

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Nikola turns to the man sniffing him and gives him a broad grin. There's something more than a little feral in it.

"Sandalwood oil, with a hint of cinnamon and just a touch of lemon," he says mildly. "I make my own cologne."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Also medicine." Spoon says, frowning, "An' sommat else. Under that. Doesn't smell like demon, doesn't smell anything like wolf."

Spoon, at this time of the month, is feral. He's held in check by the silver-plated will of Harry Wells and the knowledge that he can't afford to slip.

He's just not sure, when the moon is calling, exactly why he cares.

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Nikola's smile widens, and he bares his teeth a bit. "Oh, you're quite good. Werewolf?"

He doesn't make a habit of consorting with other Abnormals, but he's definitely aware of them.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Best there is at what I do." he says it very simply, stating a fact widely acknowledged by more than once group.

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"As am I," Nikola says, though he makes no mention of exactly what it is that he does.

"Now, since you've already intruded on my personal space by sniffing me like a dog in heat, why don't you make it up to me by buying me a drink and telling me where, exactly, I've found myself?"

There's always a disconnect between the condescending and sometimes downright offensive things Nikola says and the quite polite, friendly smile on his face when he says them.

[callahans_genius]

[ooc: I couldn't resist...]

You know that old expression "a rabbit just jumped over my grave"?

That's pretty much what's just happened to Nikky when the newcomer walks in. He looks over his shoulder and his forehead creases in thought. It's not precisely the face he used to see in the mirror many years ago, but there's enough resemblance to be disconcerting fascinating.

For the moment, he just keeps an eye on the newcomer. No need to bombard him all at once.

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[ooc: HEE. Awesome.]

Nikola notices the man watching him. It's uncanny, really, the resemblance. That's almost exactly what he'd expect to have looked like had he continued aging.

But if the man is just going to watch, Nikola will return the favor.

It's possible, though, that there's more malice in Nikola's glance than he's receiving in return.

[callahans_genius]

Yes, Nikky realizes. That's the difference between the man's face and his younger visage. He'd never seen his own face burdened by such darkness in his youth. This other man seems older somehow, while at the same time appearing younger.

Of course, it could just all be an incredible coincidence. Certainly others have met those who look just like them only to find out that they are completely different people.

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Nikola dislikes being watched unless there's a suitably awed expression to go with the scrutiny.

"See something you like, old man?" He's just on the verge of leering.

[callahans_genius]

"It's entirely possible," he replies honestly. He does like himself, after all, and there's still a significantly significant probability that that's who this is.

[doihearawaltz.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: ahhh man. you make me want to app from this canon. -__-

in other news, ahahaha, hiiii, i love you for playing sanctuary!tesla. ]

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[ooc: Hee. Thank you. He's a lot of fun to play so far.]