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Agent K strides into the bar with the trace of a smile on his face (which is pretty much a big grin coming from him). His Suit is looking especially sharp tonight thanks to a thorough dry-cleaning, MiB-style, involving several cleaning solvents from a half-dozen planets.

Of course, he only needed to get that done because two hours before he was covered in the guts of three formerly eight-foot-tall Glow Worms. Now they're all shorter by a head. And there's also the part where they're blown to bits.

But don't worry. They had it coming.

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"Don't you worry yourself about it, kiddo. I'm in a good mood tonight, and no harm done, anyway."

Because it would probably take Mount Doom to put a scuff on those shoes anyway.

"- say, that's really nice of you."

Duck still looks incredibly embarrassed, but she gives the man a bright relieved smile. KAY HAS MADE A FRIEND.

"I'm Duck! Uh - do you want me to get you a towel or something? For your shoe?"

"Oh, I think it'll be just fine, don't you worry." It's been safe in the Swampmines of Duxor VI. It's not going to have any problem here.

"I think I'd be more interested in knowing why exactly you're putting a mop to the floor. You don't look much like a Loompa."

"Oh - I'm supposed to be cleaning the practice room," Duck explains, and gives the mop an extra swipe.

"Um, except I don't think I'm in the practice room now, but then I was surprised and dropped the bucket and now I gotta clean it up! Um, I don't know what a Loompa is . . . am I supposed to?"

"Practice room? Well, no, I think you're a little away from there just now."

"You remember stepping through any Doorways just recently?"

"Uh, yeah, I think I did! But -" Duck's toe sweeps back and forth in front of her and she looks down at it guiltily. "I wasn't really paying attention, and then I think I got lost . . ."

[OOC: And alas I must sleep! Slowtime ok?]

"Don't you worry yourself none about that. It's happened to a lot of people around here."

"Just tell me one thing: do you see a Door right over there?" K points.

[OOC: slowtime = love]

Duck looks obediently over where he's pointing, and then shakes her head vehemently.

(It bears mentioning that Duck's braid reaches around to her knees, and thus head-shaking occasionally entails some minor destruction of surrounding objects.)

"No, I just see a wall!"

K sighs. "Well, you'll be safe enough here."

"Someone got you a place to stay upstairs, right?"

K is hardly the nurturing type. But, dammit, it's not right to have the poor kid sleeping down here on the couches or something.

"Oh, I can't stay here," protests Duck, and grabs for her mop before it can drop.

"I've got classes tomorrow and Mr. Cat will be really mad if I miss them, and there's the Fire Festival and -"

K's hand is waving at her to calm down.

"Not going to be a problem, Miss. As long as you're here, time back home stands as still as a Denebian at high tide."

...What? Everybody knows that one, right?

"Uh . . . I don't know how still that is . . ."

Duck sounds very apologetic. This is undoubtedly a thing she should know, right? There are lots of things Duck should know and doesn't . . .

"Oh, uhh, I suppose that's true. Well, very, very still, if that helps. You'll find everything back home waiting for you just like you left it, no matter how long you stay here."

"Really? You think so?" Duck says, brightening.

"That would be really good! I mean, not waiting right there I hope, 'cause then Mr. Cat will see that I haven't actually scrubbed yet and all." She grins sheepishly, and then tilts her head, looking up at K. "Does that happen to you a lot? Time not passing, I mean."

"So far it has. I suppose there's an exception to every rule, but that one's been pretty dependable for me."

"I guess you must come here a lot, then!"

She flops her weight absently forward onto her toes, and then back to her heels - Duck's one of those people with too much energy to ever stand completely still.

"Is it like your favorite restaurant or something?"

K grins. "No, that would be a diner out by Regula VI. But this place does just fine."

It is probably not a shock that Duck has no idea where Regula VI is, either. But she gives a sage nod anyways.

"I guess I should introduce myself, huh!" she says, with a laugh. "I'm Duck."

"Pleased to meet you, Duck. My name's K."

"Always glad to meet someone new around here."

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