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They say the most wonderful things in life happen by the simple virtue of a stroke of luck. Call it chance. Fate. A cheeky wink and a come hither wave of the hand from Lady Fortuna. Call it anything you want.

They also say that the most wonderful things happen right when you least expect it, right when you've stopped hoping for a change of pace or a lucky break.

They say the damnedest things.

Lorne is in the house, having a drink (with frills on!) and a game of Solitaire.

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"Any luck?" Charlie is in from a morning jog, having water and a fruit platter.

"Why, hello there, you." Instant brightening is go. "Not much. My kings and queens keep evading me. But it's good for the ol' noggin, just focusing on the cards."

"As long as they don't give you a posthypnotic suggestion and make you kill the candidate for president." He's referencing the book and not the movie, if that matters.

"How's it going?"

"I'm not sure I could be brainwashed. Maybe through some sort of magical means, but... But that's a tangent I'm not too keen on following."

He smiles. "Same ol' story. I'm a workaholic and I'm not afraid to say so. You?"

"Still dead, still trying to find my way through the strangest afterlife there's ever been, and a long way from my workaholic days." He could add that he is sure brainwashing through magic is possible, but as noted it's not a topic for discussion.

Lorne harbors something a lot like an aversion towards magic; he doesn't trust it, but may resort to it, should a very dire circumstance arise. But that's neither here nor there.

"I'll take a Milliwaysian afterlife before pitch forks and fire any day, my good man. But we've been over this, haven't we?"

"Probably. I've probably been over it with a few people. Though not many. Philosophy isn't as popular here as you might expect." Which surprises him a lot. Aren't bars for philosophizing?

Indeed they are, or should be. They're also for drowning your sorrows and talking yourself through problems with the help of a friendly bartender. He has no idea why Milliways is different.

"Huh. I wonder why. Just the fact we're at the End of the Universe should strike up some pretty metaphysical discussions. And then there's the bajillion different worlds thing. I mean, come on!"

"The bajillion different worlds thing comes up often. At least when there is the comparing of notes about who has super-heroes or aliens and who doesn't. But most people don't look beneath the surface." Especially people like Cal, who is a good guy but has nothing but surface.

The cards get a curious look from a little* yellow-and-chrome mech passing by; he doesn't often see people playing that with actual cards. Mostly they use computers for Solitaire at Autobase and save the cards for poker.

*Five feet tall. 5'2" if you include the pointy antennalike things that poke up from his helmet. Dang subspace compression field.

"Whose winning?" Amanda says playfully to the stranger, an no his greenness doesn't seem strange to her in the least, Got to Love Milliways.

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