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Peter comes in with a Mickey Spillane novel and one of his favourite science fiction books under his arm--presents from David Grey and Regulus. He looks tired but at peace; apparently he's had a good day in the House of Arch. Going over to the bar, he pays off his tab and then starts a new one by ordering tea and a very late Sunday dinner from the bar. He glances about, but does not see anyone he's looking for, and goes over to a well-lit booth to eat.

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"Excuse me, please," he calls to Whoever-It-Is, "but who or what are you looking for?"
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"Oh, and my name's Peter," he adds. "What's yours?"
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I'm the Head Alien. We don't really 'do' names in my species.
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"And what did you learn from last night's analysis?" he says, peering at the Head Alien. "As someone who's been here for--good Lord, it's been more than six months now!--I'm more than a little curious."
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Time in the bar seems to be like a train heading for the edge of a cliff. *He streeeetches up to the table and grabs a salt-shaker.* When it gets to the edge though, a crane grabs it and moves back to the start of the loop. Either it keeps moving 'forward' somehow despite that, or time stops every two hours and no one notices. Either way, when it goes back, some of the salt gets shaken up, producing aberrations in the relative time rate.
I'm having trouble synching it with the sundial-time, although the water clock and mechanical gave the same time, which suggests whatever it is is acting equally on all physical laws.
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He refrains from suggesting creating a clock based on the number of the beats the Head Alien's heart takes per minute. He's not sure if the Head Alien has a heart. And even if he has, Peter isn't certain that it has a regular beat, or is presently beating at all.
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Anyway, it's a gravity feed, so it ought to synch with the waterclock. I'm really interested in the lake simulation though, and it's sun-time. If the bar is generating it, I figure it ought to be some kind of Bar Standard Time. People's diurnal rhythms seem to match it, as far as I can tell after so little observation. People sleep when it's dark out there, I mean.
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Good evening, Peter.
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"Hello, Moiraine. It's good to see you again. Would you care to sit down? I can provide tea."
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Getting predictable, I see. No, I'm fine, thanks.
*He slides into a chair.*
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*She smiles at him in acceptance of his offer and takes a seat, with a warm smile to Will as well. Moiraine turns back to Peter, then, studying him carefully.*
How are matters with you?
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Peter rises from the table, and returns a few moments later with an elegant silver tea service. The teapot contains tea of superb quality. Lemon slices are artfully arranged on a saucer; Devonshire cream is in the pitcher; the sugar bowl is heaping full of cubes, and has a pair of silver tongs lying next to it. A platter of fruit, cheese, seed cake, chocolate biscuits and digestive biscuits--easily enough for three people--has also been provided.
"I guess the bar was in a generous mood," he says, placing the tea tray on the table.
"Matters have...altered somewhat," he says thoughtfully, pouring for Moiraine. "I got rather more than I expected in that last Occlumency lesson."
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*He has a tiny curious frown at the unfamiliar term Occulumency, but he's willing to wait for context.*
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Is it so? I would hear more of this, I think.
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"Legilimancy--mind-reading, you'd say--is a rare talent in my world. A Legilimens has the power to read just about anyone's mind, whether they will it or no.
"Voldemort has this power. He's used it on me before.
"Anakin figured that if I could block attempts to read my mind, I'd be in better shape when I go back to my world. Certainly I would be able to hide the fact that I'm fighting against him--and am planning on fighting him directly in the last battle. Occlumency--the ability to block mind-reading is very very rare. It's extremely unlikely that Voldemort would suspect that I had acquired this power."
He sighs. "It's not exactly Occlumency as practiced in my world--it's doubtful if Voldemort's Legilimancy is going to exactly like the Force powers of a Jedi Knight--but it's close enough.
"We were practicing a couple of nights ago--after...well, you saw, Moiraine. That murderous rage.
I was doing a good job of keeping him out of my memories, at least those I was aware of.
"Then Anakin hit some memories I wasn't aware of. Memories I'd hidden from myself. Two years of them, nearly. My tenure as a Death Eater. All the evil I did...before I murdered James."
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*his face is grave, and neutral, but shaded with concern as he looks at Peter.*
Are you all right?
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"Mind you," he adds, "it's no pleasure to remember. And I'd like to go back in time and punch out my younger self for hurting others the way he--I--did.
"But...I know how far I fell, now. I won't fall again. It's not a question of merely trying not to fall again, which is the premise I've been working on since last July. It's not going to happen. See the difference?"
And, yes, there's pain in his eyes, but also iron resolution.
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