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[nevercomplains]

A doctor steps into the bar.



He furrows his eyebrows.

(He is dressed in a grey suit, every detail meticulously neat, brown bowler hat perched on his head at a natty angle. He leans on a handsome cane.

He is blocking the door.)

[tags: applegate]

[OOC: And I am gone for the night, and for the sake of my ability to handle slowtimes, the post is closed! Thank you! ♥]

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[isaprofessional]

Over his shoulder, a man of slightly shorter stature hovers.

"Watson, why on Earth have you - "

His questioning expression turns very quickly into one of surprise - and then, mild triumph.

[nevercomplains]

Watson very, very slowly reaches up and removes his hat.

[isaprofessional]

Holmes rises up on tiptoe to mutter.

"I do believe I warned you."

[nevercomplains]

When Watson bats at Holmes, it is distant and out of habit more than out of any conscious thought.

"--This?" he says, his eyebrows decidedly up. "This is your pub between worlds."

[isaprofessional]

"Naturally."

Holmes remains unaffected by any batting that may be occurring in his direction.

"What else would it be?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace learned her social mores from an ancient intergalactic traveler, a lord of time itself.

So yes, she never really learned that maybe, just maybe, the place to put together her (adoptive, thank the small fluffy gods) daughter's new bike is not in the middle of the bar. That a table should not serve as a decidedly messy workbench. Or that bits of the bike shouldn't waver in and out of existence.

This is Ace putting it together. Of course some of the temporal coordinates are a bit wonky.

[nevercomplains]

Watson very slowly lets go of the door and takes his first few hesitant steps inside, glancing from side to side with the bewildered countenance of only the temporally displaced and the very new. Unluckily in this case, he fits both categories.

That woman off to one side, spotted on a visual sweep of the room, is A) dressed quite strangely, and B) putting together something that looks to be a very unfamiliar style of bicycle.

She may find herself under some small amount of scrutiny.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace very often finds herself under scrutiny, for one reason or other. At least he'll get some entertainment when her expression (kinda) comically falls when the handlebars wink out of existence.

If she fails at this, Spoon'll never let her live it down. It'd really help if she stopped trying to construct it like she does bits of her ship's engine.

[nevercomplains]

Watson's face when a part of the bicycle disappears is likely quite funny.

If one isn't Watson.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's grumbling, low-level growliness that might've just as easily come from the docks or the shops of Covent Garden. Ace is beginning to think that the next time her mentor is in, it might be worth her time to pickpocket his sonic screwdriver away.

Ace goes about it the more old-fashioned way, grabbing a wrench and banging away at the missing piece with a scowl. Amazingly, it still goes clang when she hits it, even though it's a bit out of phase. The sound just shows up a few seconds later than it ought.

[janebecomes]

Jane has been avoiding the Bar because honestly there is only so much she can do anywhere, but she has found it in the midst of her chores.

So this time she is going through the door, but there is a man blocking the way so she coughs, politely,

"Sir."

[nevercomplains]

"--Oh," says Watson, and he steps to the side. When he doffs his hat, it is an automatic gesture. "Pardon me."

If he sounds distracted and like he's not paying a terribly large amount of attention to the young lady behind him, that would be because he is and he is not, in that order.

[janebecomes]

"Thank you, sir, and I would recommend that you do not stand there. The Front Door has a way of attracting attention and is not perhaps the best place to observe Milliways."

She bobs him a curtsy as she walks by him and turns to face him.

[nevercomplains]

He half bows. It is, once again, a reflex.



"What?" he manages, after a moment.

It is not terribly eloquent or socially impressive, but it is what immediately comes to mind.

[janebecomes]

"Are you perhaps hard of hearing, sir? If you stand as you are then your first visit to Milliways will not be a pleasant one. There are many fine tables at which you may sit and observe."

[ps_you_look_hot]

Well, now, there's an outfit that brings back memories.

There's a man, in clothing that shouldn't be too foreign to Watson, though it is definitely modernized, sitting by the fire and watching him carefully.

[nevercomplains]

Watson bides his time in making the first few steps into the bar, carefully taking in as much of his surroundings as possible.

'Wary' would be one way to describe the set of his face as he does so. 'Bewildered' would be another.

The man by the fire rates a second glance as the only person/item in this room that does not look utterly mad upon first glance.

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Looking for someone?" Nikola asks after a moment's observation.

[nevercomplains]

"--No," he says, after a moment.

(When he mutters, "I don't think," it is to himself; under his breath.)

"Sorry; I find myself..."

He looks around.

"...lost."

That's one way to put it.

[ps_you_look_hot]

"That's rather a common occurrence," Nikola says. "I wouldn't worry about it. Have a seat." He indicates the chair next to his.

[ofthosegoodold]

Applegate . . . still likes the Mardi Gras costume Milliways imposed upon him.

Her.

Whatever.

So, have a blonde woman in a fairly scandalous black dress eyeing you up in considerable amusement, Watson. Just don't expect to see her again after this.

Unless Applegate is bored.

[nevercomplains]

Watson makes an attempt not to stare; he truly does.

Unfortunately, these are rather unusual times.

As in, times where Watson does not know where in the hell he is or what is going on, and a woman in a quite revealing gown is watching him with an intensity that borders on unsettling.



It may just be the dress.

[ofthosegoodold]

She allows him a few seconds to be unsettled, then she smiles.

"You look a bit confused, sir."

She's never done an introduction before.

This should be fun.

[nevercomplains]

"Most likely because I am confused," Watson says, keeping his eyes firmly on her face. "What is this place?"

[ofthosegoodold]

She is still smiling.

"The end of the universe," she says.

She indicates the Observation Window, just to see how he might react. (And how long it will take before someone bumps into him, standing in the Door as he is.)