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Jean-Luc Picard enters the holodeck doors, decked out in his Dixon Hill outfit, ready to become his favorite detective. When he's dumped into a bar full of patrons that don't all look human or dressed for the era, he's confused, but decides to play along. That's why he'll be found by the fireplace, watching the goings-on with great interest.

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"That... How was this place created?" Picard looks confused.

LARPing is one way to put it, the mun supposes.

The thought had honestly not occurred to this mun until it had to Robo.

"I don't know, it was like this when I got here," admits Robo, "If you think this is bad, the mountains out back only have one side. You go up one side, over the peak and back down where you came from. I'm tempted to get a really long stick one day and just take it with me to see what happens."

The part where there is an 'out back', let alone the mountains isn't probably helping either. Oops.

Cue more Captain breakage.

"So this isn't 1941?" he asks quietly. "It's not even the 23rd century?"

"This is why the first drink's free," says Robo softly, "Come on, I'm not loosing any time back home and the paperwork won't get impatient. Pick your poison and we'll see what ends up making sense at the end of all of this."

Explanation, universe, wits, what ever end the poor man needs

"Where do I order?" he asks. "I'd really like a hot cup of tea."

"The bar is automated," says Robo, "Some sort of AI, I'm not sure what architecture though - I don't want to guess with all the different worlds here. Or you could ask the rats. They're the waitstaff."

Once in a while it's good to be immune to diseases.

Picard makes a slight face at the rats.

"I'll order from the bar directly, thank you. It sounds like some sort of replicator from my home." Turning to Bar, he says, "Tea, Earl Grey, hot." It appears in front of him, and he takes a sip.

"This tea is very, very good, possibly the best I've ever had," he says to Robo.

Rats aren't bugs, that's about all Robo has to say for them.

"I'll take your word for it," says Robo, "So, Mr. Hill, either you're from a very different 1941 than I lived through or I'm afraid you skipped a few points when you introduced yourself."

"I do owe you an apology," Picard says. "My name is Jean-Luc Picard, I'm captain of a starship, and I'm from the 23rd century."" He offers his hand again. "I thought this was a holographic simulation of a novel where I was going to be playing the main character, Dixon Hill, hence my introduction to you."

Robo wants to ask how they manage to get anything done given that kind of entertainment option. It might do some good to deal with Farmville in the office.

"I think I'd stick with radio plays myself Captain," he says instead with the second hand shake, "I like having my hands free."

Are you up for the nickle tour, or do you want a momment more to just take it all in right now."

It's much like television--once the novelty wears off, it's much like anything else, entertainment-wise.

"I'd like the tour, please." Best to know where he is and what he's surrounded by.

"Fair enough," says Robo, "The first thing to know is that there are three major rules here. The first rule is that there is no violence inside the bar area here, outside or in the garage is generally accepted for consensual duels, that sort of thing. The second rule is related, no outside business. Old grudges stay on the other side of the door. The bar is neutral territory, but self defense is allowed. The third rule covers adult interactions. Clothes stay on down here and nothing more than first base where the kids are going to bump into you."

Pause and wait for the Captain to absorb the info dump.

He nods. "All of that makes sense, certainly." He takes a sip of tea. "So if Q shows up, or the Borg, I shall have to be nice. Difficult, but doable. Thank you for telling me the rules. What happens if they are violated?"

Not that he expects to violate anything, but it's best to know in case something beyond his control happens.

"It's disturbingly sensible," agrees Robo, "There's a security staff somewhere that enforces the rules with time in confinement."

Robo is a lot less wordy than Data. This could be considered a good thing.

"That certainly sounds familiar. That's how our security staff works, as well."

Robo's a lot older than Data too. A comparison of them when both were in their eighties might be fairer.

"That's the major rules out of the way," says Robo, "The next thing would be the general geography."

The next points are each accompanied by pointing in the appropriate directions.

"The door you came in from is commonly called the door and it's how you go back to your own universe. Next is the backdoor that leads to an Earth-like environment pocket. That's mostly like Scotland, except for the mountains I mentioned earlier. There are the stairs upstairs that's where you'd find a room if you want to stay over night or just to keep things here for a time. Above those there's a nightclub and other things as you look more."

The mun is unsure if the brothel is still open, for example.

"And there's a garage space under the bar area accessible through an elevator behind the wall panel there. There seems to be one of every vehicle I've ever heard of down there, and more than a few that I'd only heard about in fiction."

Picard watches and follows, nodding. "So I should explore later." He looks intrigued by the idea.

"Trust but verify," quotes Robo, "I've probably missed something. Actually, I'm almost sure of it - there's to many individuals of power and to many worlds meeting here for there not to be more out of the way corners full of interesting things."

Picard nods at the quote. "So where would you recommend I go first? Out back? It sounds lovely."

Mun knows about the Caribbean inlet out back, but Picard will be shocked, for example--there are a LOT of neat little areas in Milliways.

"It's not a bad place for a start," agrees Robo, "Let me just drop the papers with Bar first. She'll be fine to take care of them."

And that's just the places not the people, or the options to jaunt to other worlds. Gets those explorer juices all fired up.

"Careful, some of the plants are aggressive. The willow is the largest, I think."

Picard is excited to be exploring an entirely new place. Again.

"I'll finish my tea first," he says, agreeably.

Robo comes back to the table with a panama hat in hand instead of papers and wait for the captain.

Courtesy and all that.

Picard chuckles. "Nice hat," he says, before finishing his tea and standing. "Shall we?"

If Picard gets the impression that Robo is smirking, just a little, that's not unreasonable.

"After you Captain," comes with a gesture towards the back.

Picard leads the way to the back door and opens it, stepping through while settling his hat on his head.

"This is lovely," he says quietly.