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[the_man]

Fury is sitting at the bar, drinking a cup of coffee.

He's reading a (paper) copy of Stranger In a Strange Land with a thoughtful frown on his face.



(Somewhere on the tab board, there is a listing for P. Irate.)


[OOC: Closed to new threads after Katya, please! He'll be back. You're all crazy and I love you.]

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[youngest_dragon]

Small Skysong (aka Kitten) is finding her way around the bar, and poking her nose into whatever she decides is interesting enough.

The man with the eye covering seems interesting, therefore Kitten scampers her way over to the man and scampers up onto a barstool next to the man so she can investigate the eye patch.

Why is your eye covered?. She whistles as she sends the thought to Fury.

[the_man]

There's a brief pause as he carefully puts down his coffee cup. His one visible eyebrow raises.

"I wear the patch because I don't have the other eye any more."

[youngest_dragon]

That must have hurt. Skysong notes. What happened?

She is freely ignoring the fact he probably thinks she is strange. She gets that a lot.

When people aren't screaming and running away from her.

[the_man]

"It did hurt," he says, dry. "But how it happened is classified."

He turns carefully towards her, to get a better look.

[themysciran_diana]

Diana is seated two stools down the bar, drinking from a cup of mead.

A few minutes after draining the glass, she asks Bar for a glass of water rather than a refill.

As she does so, she lets her gaze flick over nearby patrons, catching momentarily on the title of Fury's book.

She smiles a little crookedly, saying, "Your book's title, at least, would seem to apply here in Milliways only slightly more than many places I've been."

Diana doesn't quite laugh.

"If you'll pardon the interruption."

[the_man]

"Of course," he says, polite and even. He turns toward her. "If I didn't want interruptions I'd be locked in my office.

"And yes," Fury says, with a tiny and wry smile. "That was sort of the point."

[themysciran_diana]

"Your office door has locks?"

Diana arches one eyebrow, still smiling.

"Impressive."

Her smile broadens, then, into something that has traded a little bit of social politeness for more warmth.

"I'm Diana. Dare I hope we are well met?"

[tased_lightning]

Okay, so, Darcy's not a spy or a secret agent or anything really besides being really good at organizing information and noting potential political ramifications?

But this guy is really noticeable. And has an eye-patch. And a trenchcoat. And is both black and terrifying.

Darcy sips her almond soda thoughtfully, and tries to figure out how you say hi to the probable-director of the organization you're working for. Darcy likes the classic approach. "Hi," she says.

[the_man]

"Good evening, Ms. Lewis. How are you?"

He barely looks up from his coffee. But he does put the book down.

[tased_lightning]

"Pretty good." Darcy relaxes slightly now that she knows for sure who he is. Saying hi to total strangers who're adults is kind of awkward. "A little surprised by how often people from our wo--universe pop up." At least she hasn't seen Coulson yet. She likes the guy, but outside of work? Seriously?

"How're you? I think I read that in highschool."

[stilljustandrew]

It is perhaps only natural that the book cover catches Andrew's eye before anything else. Call it geek pattern recognition; it's the edition with the cover design his library used to have.

"Oh hey, Heinlein," he says brightly.

[the_man]

"It seemed apropos," Fury says, not even raising his eye from the pages.

[stilljustandrew]

... now that is a voice that rather demands looking at the speaker, rather than the book he's reading. And the man's appearance is every bit as striking as the voice.

Yeah, it's gonna be a second before Andrew answers.



"Uh ... how so?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is sitting at the bar, contemplating her room options again. She's still slightly averse to the kind of permanence that a room implies, but her shoe collection needs housing.

She glances down the bar at Fury, and his book.

"Wait, is that book about the bar?"

Because from the title, it would qualify.

[the_man]

"It's about a man who was born on Mars, and his struggle to survive and be accepted on Earth," Fury says. "But it could be argued that there are certain parallels."

He looks up at her. "How are you this evening, Ms. Kane? Or was it Goodfellow-Kane?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Well, if you want to win bingo, it's Lilly Kane-Johns-Smith-Goodfellow-Kent-Bishop-Gorgon-Pardy, but I divorced most of that so Goodfellow-Kane works."

She grins at him. It's always nice when people know her ahead of time. It means she can consider them prepared.

"Mostly I just go by Lilly. How about you?"

[justdyedit]

It's the eye patch that first gets her attention but when she gets a good look at the wearer, she turns back to guacamole and chips. His mannerisms and body language keep pulling her eye though and she begins to wonder if it is who she first thought it was.

[OOC: Immediate slows okay? If not I'll delete with no hard feelings.]

[the_man]

He doesn't seem to be bothered.

But eventually, when she's looking at him, he's looking back.


[OOC: No problem.]

[justdyedit]

And she meets his gaze without looking away. Okay, no hint of recognition. Which, if this is Fury, doesn't mean a damn thing. He could be under cover or something. Best be careful and not blow his cover, just in case.

"Interesting book," she says out loud since they've been staring at each other now. "Parts were weird but over all an interesting take on an alien culture."

[katyafeline]

Someone is arguing with the bar. In Russian, since that is what she's more comfortable with, and she's long-ago come to an agreement with Bar that there will be no un-asked-for translating of Russian if Katya keeps Gloom-frost from damaging the Bar's woodwork.

"No, I am not drinking that. That color is unnatural, even in the Gloom, so no." The eye-achingly fluorescent drink disappears, and is replaced with a Shirley Temple.

Katya glowers.

"I am not drinking that either."

[the_man]

"Are you looking for recommendations?" asks Fury, without looking up from his book. "Or just being indecisive?"

[katyafeline]

There's a surprised silence from the Russian.

Then, experimentally, in Russian:

"It is a bar with access to every drink ever. She can give me a random option that isn't day-glo."

[no_vampires_plz]

You're not the only one with an eyepatch in the bar tonight, Agent Fury. And the other person is intrigued by your book.

The other "person" also happens to be a four-foot-tall purple unicorn with a pink-and-indigo-striped mohawk and pink-and-white stars on her rump.

[the_man]

[OOC: Whoops, I didn't spot this one! I'll be slow, sorry!]


Yeah. Okay. Why not?

"Rough day?" he asks.

[no_vampires_plz]

[ooc: No worries, I've been there.]

"Rough week," says the unicorn. "But it's getting better."