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Chiana comes downstairs into the bar from a previously undetermined location.

She heads towards the bar like one who hasn't been there in a while...which would be true on her part.

And there is little else to say about the matter.

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She didn't notice him when she first sat down. Why? Because he didn't want to be noticed. Now's a different story.

"Hiya."

She turns and looks at him....apparently some form of reptilian creature...yet purple is such an unusual color for even Chiana to have seen on anything that she can't help but be surprised.

" Hello. "

He has a chocolate milk shake before him that he's stirring in a lazy fashion.

"How's it going?"

" Not bad. " She's still looking at him oddly but really a monochrome tralk really had no excuse to do so.

" Have a name or can I just call you purple?"

"Michaelangelo. Though, I think I might like purple more. It's...more colorful."

" Well, it would most certainly match your description. " She looks at him. " You aren't normally this color are you. "

Yes, she does vaguely recall seeing very large green turtles before.

"Not usually, no."

Instead of just turning around and showing her the still green portion of his back, he takes off his mask. The skin underneath is still green. It's one heck of a tanline, lemme tell ya'.

She raises an eyebrow at the very greeness clashing withthe very purpleness.

" Is it permanent or did someone drop you into a vat of paint?"

"I'm sure it's only as permentant as this layer of skin. It's just that we turtles don't shed as often as human types do. What can you do, right?"

He says as he ties the mask back around his head.

She shrugs at that. " Guess you're right. Nothing to do about it, though I suppose you get bored you could always paint yourself green again. "

She remembers now that she's not introduced herself. " I'm Chiana, by the way. "

"Oooh, I hadn't thought of that. Though, green is so passe. Maybe I'll do something wild, like paisley."

He extends a purple stained three fingered hand.

"Nice to meet you Chiana. Call me Mike."

She's used to three fingers, but Rygel's were a lot smaller. Though vaguely the same shape. She grasps them and then lets go.

" Mike, that's easier than what you'd said earlier. So where're you from? " She asks with a smile.

"Part of Earth called New York. How about yourself?"

Mike's used to aliens, I mean, he is an astronaut in his own right.

She gives him a look that should've said it all. ' Duh, alien. ' But she does give him the benefit of being semi-polite and actually answering his question.

" Uncharted Territories, or as Crichton calls it B.F.E. Space in a larger since but no where near this earth's galaxy."

"You're from somewhere uncharted? That's AWESOME!"

She smiles.

" I think they just call it that because most of the outlaws are there and it's not technically Peacekeeper Territory. There are maps, they can just be expensive. "

"Okay, is the name PeaceKeeper supposed to be so ominous and forboding?"

" Yeah, it is and it usually succeeds. I should know. They've decided to hunt and find my ass because I'ma friend of someone they want. "

She shrugs.

" It would possibly be more useful if I actually knew where he was."

Mike cringes.

"I dunno, maybe it's better for you if he stays gone. Safer, I mean."

" Not if I get killed in the process. Besides, he's not such a bad guy. Occasionally insane but usually so are the rest of us. He's sometimes here, though not the actual person I know now. Idiotic time paradoxes."

Mike cringes.

"I hate time travel. It always makes me burpy."

" I'd like to just be able to tell him about the dren that has happened without worrying about changing the future. "

She shakes her head, pondering doing a head!Bar but that would hurt the bar.

Mike nods.

"Yep been there before too. Met our past selves once? Never a good scene."

"I'm sure."

Chiana has conviently forgotten the time where there were two of her for a brief time.

"Sometimes I like to pretend that my life is all one big Sci-Fi tv show. But...well, it's more like a comicbook. And somtimes like a cartoon, but only every other Saturday."

Chiana smiles...now he was starting to sound like Crichton.

" You do realize that I only understand about half of the things you are saying?"

"From what everyone tells me, that's pretty normal. Par for the course, as they say."

Then he adopts a dramatically tragic tone.

"NO one understands me. WOE. Woe and alack."

She laughs.

" Angst does seem to be at an abundance here anyway. Pretty sure there doesn't need to be anymore. "

"I'm pretty convinced there's a mine of it somewhere around here. Or maybe a well. Something like that. I mean, how weepy can people really be?"

" Very, I've seen it happen and not just here. "

She laughs at the idea of a well of angst but then again it would make sense.

Mike snicker.

"It's just comes up like bubblin' crude."

Another expression of misunderstanding but she get's the general gist of the idea of an natural fuel mine.

" So Mike....drinks?"

He just so happens to be slurping the bottom of his chocolate milk shake when she asks this.

"Um..sure. What're you drinking?"

She shrugs.

" It doesn't matter to me. Though maybe I should lay off the intoxicants for tonight."

"Ever had a chocolate milk shake?"

" Do I look like I have? Though I must say I have heard of chocolate, milk and shake. But never as a whole entity."

She is proud of this fact.

(ooc: geh, I need to sleep. Slowtime ?)

"I dunno. I kinda thought that Chocolate was a force throughout the universe.
They're good. Better than good. They're great. They're better than sex...or so I've been told. You'll love it."

He addresses the bar.

"Bar? Could we have two chocolate milk shakes. Sprinkles on top. Whipped cream. Cherry. The works."

Back to Chiana.

"You're going to love this. Or, you'll be allergic to it and it'll kill you. Either way, it's an adventure!"

[ooc: not a problem what so ever. I'm off to bed myself. good timing!]

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