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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and a fair haired young man stumbles into the bar as if he's just been shoved through. There is really nothing remarkable about his appearance except that he's dressed in the full uniform of a Lieutenant of His Majesty's Royal Navy circa 1801, complete from bicorn to side arm.

He rights himself with an attempt at dignity and takes in his surroundings. He is, needless to say, a bit startled at his present surroundings, and hoping that no one has spotted him, he turns and tries the door and finds it locked. He tries again with no more luck than the first time and swears, quietly under his breath. Resolving to make the best of the situation, he removes his silly hat (he had never liked the new ones anyway) and proceeds to the bar.

"Um, I'll have a rum if you please," He announces to no one in particular, "No, belay that. I'll have a glass of your finest scotch please. Make it a double." He has apparently decided that the best way to deal with being trapped in a strange place with a fully stocked bar, is to get rip-roaringly drunk.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *dies in fangirlness but manages to squee loudly nonetheless*]

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Hi, welcome to Milliways." Isabel brings over the glass the bar made appear, holding it out. "I'm Isabel and if you want I can help lay down the rules of this place for you."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thank you." He takes the glass from the pretty young lady, it's been a long time since he's been in the company of anyone except smelly sailors, he's a bit flustered. "I'd be much indebted to you if you could tell me what sort of a place this is, mis. Thank you again."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Well why don't you have a seat with me and I'll give you the spiel." She sits down at a booth and smiles.

"You've reached a bar at the end of the Universe. It allows for a convergence of people from different times, places and dimensions. There's no violence in the bar, everything you order can be got from one of the servers, or from the bar itself. It'll go on your tab which you can see up there. I think that's about it. If you need a room you can get one. But a lot of that depends on if you're bound or not. Those who are Bound are kept here for some reason or another by the bar and can't leave until it releases them." She takes a deep breath. Long speech.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

*Archie is nonplussed*

"Different dimensions?" Dimensions other than what exactly? I tried the door when I came through, but it was locked, and now I can't even seem to locate where it was." He glances to where she indicated and sees his name already written on the board with a small sum behind it. He runs a hand through his hair distractedly.
"I'm afraid I'm terribly confused. No violence?" He laughs and gives her a rueful little smile, "This is like no other bar I've ever heard of."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"It's...unique. And dimensions other than Earth and some from different versions of Earth. As for the no violence, well it occurs but you will be thrown in a cell by security and they're pretty scary. I've seen them throw people into walls."

She smiles back at him. "But yeah, the bar has Bound you. It'll let you leave eventually."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Different versions of Earth, eh? Well, I suppose I've heard of more unusual things." *The scotch is starting to do it's job, he's relaxing. Just a bit.*

"As for leaving, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, where I was I had just confessed to pushing my Captain down a hatch into the hold. If I go back, chances are, I'll be hanged"

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"I can understand that sentiment. Going back isn't a good idea for me either. Can I get you something to eat? And what's your name, if I may ask?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I am sorry. I'm Archie Kennedy, fourth Leftennant of His Majesty's ship Renown. Or at least I was." He bows, where have his manners gone? "And, um, yes. I'll have, ah," he thinks a bit, unused to being able to choose what the gets to eat, "A bit of roast chicken please."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Alright, I'll be right back with that. And she returns only moments later with a plate holding a small Cornish Hen, as well as a Cherry Cola for herself. "Would you like company while you eat?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

*He grins brightly at her, eyes sparkling*

"Absolutely, Miss Isabel." He savors the first bite of his excelent dinner. "May I be so bold as to ask your story Miss? Why is it that you do not wish to return to your home?"

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Um...okay well this is going to sound a little weird but...I'm an Alien. I don't even know if they have those in your time period..." She frowns.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

*He laughs a little*

"A 'little weird' seems to be the theme for the day, miss. I have resolved to take everything in stride while I'm here, especially since I'ms still not convinced that I'm not in the middle of a fever dream, or even dead and in some kind of purgatory. If you explain to me why being from another country is 'weird' in a place that plays host to people from different dimensions, as you say, I shall perhaps have to agree with you. In any case..."

He trails off, not sure where he was going with that speech and takes another bite of hen, attempting to counter the effect of the scotch.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *SQUEES!* *coughs* ok, fangirling over. I promise.]

[looks up as he enters, lips twitching into a smile] Evening, sir.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Don't stop! *basks in the fangirling*]

*Looks up and gives her a bewildered little smile as he bows*

"Good evening, my lady."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Hee.]

[still smiling,] are you new here?

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

*His smile is a bit more genuine now*

"Yes ma'am, I've just arived. I'm still getting my bearings a bit actually. How about yourself?"

*He's a little rusty at dealing with beautiful women after so long at sea*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she laughs] Yes, I rather thought you might. You have the slightly stunned expression. And me? Oh, I've been here a few months, actually.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Months? Are you, um," he searches for the word that Isabel had used, "Bound as well?" He laughs a little, "Am I that transparant that you could tell so readily that I'm newly arrived?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Well, I haven't tried to leave yet, so I might as well be. [Delia grins] Don't worry, everyone looks like that when they first arrive.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

[ooc: mun blythely paraphrases cannon]

"Well there's a precious sop for my pride." He smiles at her, she really is quite beautiful.

"My name is Archie Kennedy, fourth Leftenant of his Majesty's Ship Renown." He bows again slightly, remembering his manners suddenly.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Lady Delia of Eldorne, currently in self-imposed exile in a bar. [she pauses, and grins] It's a funny world, I've decided.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"How so, my Lady?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she shrugs] I cannot go home, as I don't really have a home to go home to...and a bar isn't as bad as a prison, really.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"I can attest to that, certainly. Where is...Eldorne exactly, my lady? And would it be impolite I ask why it is that you cannot go back there?"