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Daniel limps into the bar, looking roughed-up. When he realizes he's at Milliways, he sighs and heads straight for the bar, requesting a bottle of Everclear and an ice pack. The ice pack goes into his lap the second he's sitting down. This cannot be a good sign.

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VH winces a bit at the man beside him... not a fun injury.

"What happened to you?"

((oh - he's not having of an entry post either - just don't wannt))

Daniel, the gifted linguist, looks up at the other man with a deeply peeved expression and proceeds to display his capacity for gutter language. "Crazy alien bitch hit me in the balls with a damned fire extinguisher."

One might think 'crazy alien bitch' would be where the confusion begins, but... no. Van Helsing asks, "What's a fire extinguisher?"

Daniel blinks, but this is Milliways, so he explains anyway. "Metal container. In this case, about this long, this big around." He gestures with his hands, indicating the size of the object in question. "Full of a substance used to put out fires. Very heavy."

He winces - because that *so* must have hurt.

"Why'd she hit you?"

"Because I was there, basically." Daniel shrugs. "She stole a ship, I happened to be on the ship at the time...I tried to make her give it back...she took exception."

"And how did you escape after suffering such... pain?"

"It's a long story and I'm not sure I understand it well enough to tell you." Daniel shrugs. "Let's just say I got beat up by a girl and rescued by somebody old enough to be my father."

He sort of mumbles... "I'm probably old enough to be your father about 10 times over," as he stares into his whiskey glass.

Daniel raises his eyebrows at the other man, temporarily sidetracked from the screaming agony. "Really?"

He blinks; not thinking that he had been heard, and turns to the man.

"Yeah. Well, I think."

"Huh." Daniel considers that, then shrugs. "Probably a lot of people here are, actually."

He nods.

"You got a name?" he asks and tosses back the last of what's in the glass.

Daniel bites back the sarcastic response that springs to mind (he still sees way too much of Jack, really) and nods. "Daniel Jackson. You?"

"Van Helsing."

And, he may LOOK like he's from the 20th century in jeans and a button down shirt, but, he's *so* not - the hat and coat should give it away - b/c, yeah, he tends to not take those off.

Daniel may not have seen the movie, but he has read 'Dracula.' He blinks at the other man, taken aback, but hey...Milliways. "Uh...nice to meet you..."

"I suppose that means I don't have to explain my job to you?"

Daniel's smile is decidedly rueful. "No. No, you don't."

He sighs.

"Good. I hate doing that."

Daniel snorts softly. "Yeah. I know the feeling. Trust me."

"Obviously your job involves ships and aliens. And I'll just bet those ships don't generally go near water."

"Only when something goes very, very wrong."

A bit of a laugh.

"How often does that happen?"

"You want a drink?" B/c he's kinda tired of looking at his empty glass and, well, it's rude to drink if others aren't.

"Crashing into the ocean is very rare. Things going very very wrong is...not rare at all."

Daniel raises his open bottle, grinning faintly. "Thanks, but I'm good."

"I have a bit of experience with fouled-up plans."

He asks the bar for another glass of whatever it is he's been drinking for however long he's been sitting here.

"Right. So, I'm gonna skip the usual questions b/c if I have to ask them one more time, I think I might knock myself out. But, anyway - 1888 or 1889 or so. Rome. I kill things. Answer with your own if you choose."

Yeah - he's been sitting here a while.

"2004. Colorado. I try not to get killed by things." Daniel smirks. "It doesn't always work."

"You immortal?"

"Nope. The aliens I try not to get killed by have a thing that brings you back from the dead. And they like to use it a lot."

"I don't think I want to be part of a race of people that requires the use of such a device, honestly."

[ooc: and this is where mun bid all farewell, as it is time to sleep]

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