Two Guys walk into a Bar.

[landlesslord]

Well. Not quite. There is one Guy is holed up in an otherwise empty booth, referencing the current state of Milliways against the last chapter in the book he is reading.


There is, however, a small face peeking around the Door. He seems to have found the magic room that hides in his home once again. It is a shame that his brother and sisters are not near so that they can see he was telling the truth before.

Still, that does not mean he cannot see if the queenofmay is still here. It's with this in mind that the small boy enters and hovers next to the Door.

[OOC: Two Guys. One dead, one tiny. Have either one, the other or both!]

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[landlesslord]

Guy does not notice the boy immediately, but when he does?

There is some measure of confusion. The child looks like he did, when he was that age.

Surely...?

But things are not as they usually are here are they?

Guy slide out of the booth and knelt on one knee next to the boy. "What is your name, boy?"

[landlesslord]

The elder, dead Guy of Gisborne is an intimidating man, even when trying to be less threatening.

The younger, living Guy of Gisborne is understandably somewhat frightened.

"Guy."

[landlesslord]

"Guy? That's my name too." Guy can see that he has somehow...frightened himself.

He has frightened himself. Only in Milliways.

Guy is not good with small children. Still, he was a boy once. He was this boy. It can't be that hard.

"Did you come here on your own?"

[landlesslord]

The last question is answered with a small nod. Guy tries to peer around the big man to see if he can spot the princess.

His gaze is drawn back to the man in black though.

"Is your name really Guy?"

[landlesslord]

"It is." Guy tries to remember whether he took teasing well as a child and if asking the same question of himself would meet with a positive result.

He remembers mostly that everyone said he was sullen as an older boy.

Guy does not risk it.

"I believe your parents thought of me when they named you."

Strictly speaking, they did.

[landlesslord]

"You know mama and papa?!" Guy does not remember seeing this other Guy before, but he does look a little like Uncle Philippe.

[landlesslord]

"I know your mama and papa," he answered. "They are Ghislaine and Roger, are they not? I knew them a long time ago."

Guy rises stiffly. He dimly wonders at his joints stiffening even though he is dead.

"Would you like to sit with me?" He nodded towards the booth he had been occupying. "I was thinking of having some cake."

One thing he does remember is that he used to get scolded quite often for getting into the pantry and nibbling the cakes stored there."

[landlesslord]

CAKE!

Guy loves cake. It is his favourite. Mama only lets him have cake on special occasions and if he has been a good boy.

Which is not often enough for his liking. So he sometimes goes looking for cake when he is not supposed to.

"I like cake," is his answer as he follows Guy to the booth and scrambles up to kneel on the seat.

[landlesslord]

"I remember."

Guy slid in round the other side of the booth and asked a passing waitrat for two slices of cake. He wondered briefly, what they might be able to bring, considering the state of the Bar.

He...has run out of things to say to himself.

[ostro_goth]

"One would not assume that book would help you now," Teja says, approaching the man in the booth.

[landlesslord]

"I do not expect it to," Guy replied, looking up. "But perhaps it can tell us what we might expect."

[ostro_goth]

"Doom," Teja says. "It is easy to understand, but hard to bear when it happens."

[landlesslord]

"Perhaps." He answered. "But did you think we could avoid it forever?"

[ostro_goth]

"No," Teja says, almost amused. "I would never entertain such a dangerous delusion. All things must end, even the afterlife."

[landlesslord]

"It will end for you," Guy remembered what Teja mentioned before. "You expect nothingness after this."

It is not what Guy expects.

[ostro_goth]

"Do you truly believe that each man shall get what he expects?" Teja says.

[landlesslord]

"I had expected Hell and damnation," Guy gestures to the Bar around him. "Instead I came here."

[queenofmay]

Did someone call for a princess? a security member? a prisoner? Marian, perhaps?


Given that she's still rather used to the jags of being bound longer than being home, Marian is just now letting herself in through the Back Door. Shaking snow and ice from heavy hood and long cloak she borrowed from Arch. Her own long gone, like everything else she once owned.

[landlesslord]

Someone might have. Someone might be described as a small blur running across the room and flinging his arms around Marian's legs.

[queenofmay]

It's a minor miracle, truly. That in her surprise, and the black blur that lodges into her Deep Winter edged cloak, suddenly drastically effecting her balance that two things don't happen. That she doesn't topple over, and that she didn't strike out.



But there was the top of a small head with black hair buried down there in her skirts and cloak flaps. And she's drawing back the latter at least to look down at the shiny black, saying confusedly. "Hello, there?"

[landlesslord]

Arms still wrapped around his princess's legs, Guy looks up at Marian and smiles widely.

"Hello!"

[queenofmay]

Oh.



Right. "Guy?"





Because 'Sir Guy' would be preposterous.

[landlesslord]

:D

"Princess!"

Guy looks up at her adoringly.

[queenofmay]

Oh. Right.


Again.






"Guy," Marian tried, again. A calm pressure trying to get her voice to be smooth. "It might be best, if we were not standing in the way of the door."

She could not promise not toppling on him the second time, if he were still clutching her legs and someone else were to come rushing in the Back Door with any speed or lack of paying attention.

[landlesslord]

Young Guy is a little giddy with excitement.

Still, he untangled himself and looked up at Marian expectantly.