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It's been a few days since Rorschach's first experience in the bar, and he pauses in the doorway this time, one arm extended to hold the door open.

Behind him, if anyone cares to notice, lies an eerily quiet and somewhat shadier-looking bar than Milliways.

It only takes him a moment to make up his mind, though, and he lets the door swing shut behind him and heads for the Observation Window.

Apparently the bar isn't a dream, and doesn't just exist in Dreiberg's apartment. This means the next logical step is figuring out where it does exist. Hence the solemn window study.

Long story short: There's a short masked man sitting on a table, making the 'thinker' pose at the Observation Window.

He's relatively botherable.

[tiny investigative tags: Rorschach, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Charlie Monroe, Michael, Tommy Shepherd]

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"A video, then. Or projection."

Rorschach hasn't taken his eyes off the window yet.

"Nope. The end of the universe."

He hasn't ever sat there and contemplated the Window, to the exclusion of anything else, but it's one of those things you pick up after a few weeks. "Really."

"Right outside the window."

Excuse him if he sounds skeptical.

"So I hear. Part of the magic, I'm told."

Charlie knows skeptical. He doesn't mind. If he did he'd be nowhere near as close to Teja. "New?"

"Relatively."

He shakes his head. "No such thing as magic, though."

"Here there is."

Charlie's going to enjoy watching Rorschach struggle with the concept. And he will struggle sooner or later. "Welcome to Milliways. Meet anyone dead yet?"

He shouldn't ask. But should has never really factored in too much to Charlie's thinking.

That question doesn't even make sense, you know.

"Don't imagine I could."

Because they're dead.

There are things that make sense in the normal world, and things that make sense in Milliways. Very few times do those two things happen to coincide. "Oh, you could. They're actually fairly popular here, the ones I know."

Charlie smiles slightly at the 'wait, hold on...' shift in body language. "You must be more than relatively new."

"Hurm. Am relatively new." This time the statement has a sharp bite to it. Rorschach suspects he's being played for something. (Yes, he's quite paranoid.)

Charlie merely laughs at the bite to the repeated statement. "If you insist, then."

Rorschach grunts and turns his full attention back to the window.

First defense against annoying things: ignore them.

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