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[spit_it_out]

The door opens, admitting a smell of cold steel and engine oil. Anyone sitting nearby might be able to see the interior of a cargo ship behind the man standing on the threshold.

'O...kaaaay.'

Bruce Banner is an unprepossessing kind of guy. Average height, average build, dark hair and eyes, glasses. Slacks and shirt neither expensive nor cheap - though if you want to know why he's dressed like that on a cargo ship, you'll have to ask.

Likewise, if you want to know why the expression on his face is some distance past 'worried'. Especially when the door closes behind him, and he finds he can't open it again.


'OK, this...

...isn't great.'




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[OOC: A note or two on things here! Please to be reading if you're interested in tagging. And please, only one intro thread. If more than one person tags, assume he's either at the bar with a (non-alcoholic, non-caffeinated) drink, or looking out the Observation Window. Your choice.

I'll be here for a little more than three hours, then slowtime will be in effect. Slowtime it is, you gorgeous people. Post open for a few days, though. Thank you all! :D]

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[electro_kinetic]

There is a soft kind of yelp from the girl with blue hair sitting at one of the tables; she has a car battery attached by a grounding bracelet, and her general look is at least earth-modern. But in her frustration at the array of electrical and semi-mechanical parts spread around her, she looks up and sees Bruce.

Oh look, a new guy. (That look on his face kind of makes it obvious, at least to her; she makes an effort to keep her arms--now bare--in and away from anyone that might touch them.)

"What isn't great?"

[spit_it_out]

'Uh. This?'

He gestures vaguely at the room in general. He's been standing here about twenty seconds, and is already consciously controlling his breathing.

Of all the weird crap that's happened to him, he wasn't expecting anything like this.

'Why can't I get out?'

[electro_kinetic]

"New to the bar, then?" she asks. "Don't freak out, it's okay. Just a little weird the first couple times."

Nori stops to think of how to say what she really ought to. "You walked into a pocket universe. Time stops on the other side of the door, so you don't need to worry about anything time-sensitive."

Beat.

"I'm Noriko. I'd shake your hand, but without my gloves that could go bad pretty fast."

[sunbaked_baker]

There's a red-head in t-shirt(yellow) and jeans(purple) at the bar, sorting a tray of baked goods. Chocolate, caramel, and lemony goodness are all represented, but the most noticeable of the baked goods are the cinnamon rolls, which are each about the size of the human skull.

The red-head doesn't look like she's gotten much sleep lately - which is technically true because she hasn't - but the look she sends Bruce's way as he comes in is generally friendly and vaguely curious.

"...Not where you were expecting?" Rae inquires with a slight smile. She knows the look of a newcomer.

[spit_it_out]

'Does anyone expect it?'

He sends her a rueful kind of smile, and raises his glass of sparkling water.

'If so, they're better people than me.'

[sunbaked_baker]

"Not the first time," she offers a likewise rueful smile in return. The baker - for that is what she is - may have some very un-bakerly scars on her arms and shoulders where her t-shirt doesn't cover. "People usually don't know about Milliways until they've been here. After that it eventually gets to the point of being... 'oh, this place again,' but not in a bad way."

It offers a very good escape when things are bad, she finds.

"This is, by the way, the aforementioned Milliways," Rae offers a general wave of the hand to encompass the main bar room, "and I'm Rae, though most people call me Sunshine."

[for_his_friends]

"Excuse me, is this yours?"

Remus is holding what he's almost certain is some kind of Muggle pen.

It was on the floor, and the man is the only person currently close enough to have dropped it.

He's wearing his school uniform, though it's in a rumpled, end-of-day (shirt tail out, tie undone, collar loosened, but sleeves still buttoned at the wrists).

[spit_it_out]

'Oh. Uh-'

He turns from the window, checking the pocket that he normally clips a pen to.

'-yeah, it is. Thanks.'

He smiles a little as he takes it back, and can't resist asking;

'Are you allowed to be here? I mean, if you're still in school?'

He's clearly just curious, nothing more.

[for_his_friends]

No, it's a fair question.

"There are actually a lot of us from my school who come here.

"Including the headmaster.

"So, as far as I know, yeah.

"I'm not skiving off from a class at the moment, though, if that's what you mean.

"I'm Remus Lupin."

[scots_wolf]

There's a big man with a big dog by the fireplace, and they've both been keeping a curious eye on Bruce since he came in.

After a while, curiosity gets the better of the dog, and he comes wandering over to where Bruce got to by then.

[spit_it_out]

Bruce is in a chair by the Observation Window, ignoring his glass of water and trying to work out if they universe exploding is stressful, or relaxing. He can't make up his mind.

When the dog comes over, he just glances at it at first. Then gives it a stroke. He doesn't mind dogs.

[scots_wolf]

The dogs wags his tail; then, he wags his entire backside and looks up at Bruce, soulfully.

[themysciran_diana]

There's a dark-haired woman seated several places down at the Bar, cupping a mug of something hot and frothy in her hands.

Diana looks over as Bruce's order appears, and smiles.

"I'd blame the fall weather outside, but really it's ice planets."

So troublesome.

"Long day?"

[spit_it_out]

'Ice planets?'

Interesting, if odd.

He offers a small smile, and shrugs without making eye contact. Without giving the woman's face more than a glance, really.

'Well - my day didn't involve ice, so I guess you win. Though I did find this place, so...'

Call it a draw?

[themysciran_diana]

She laughs a little, quietly.

"Or it found you? It can be difficult sometimes, finding something that you aren't looking for."

[mnr_splinter]

"Lovely, is it not?"

Asks the older Japanese man who seems to have appeared to Bruce's right, seemingly out of no where. He's dressed in a maroon kimono, and carries a saucer and cup of freshly made Jasmine tea.

[spit_it_out]

'Uh-'

He pulls his gaze away from the exploding universe, and glances at the man without meeting his eyes.

'-yeah, I think maybe it is.'

He doesn't sound sure. But it's not sending his pulse through the roof, so 'lovely' is as good a word as any.

[mnr_splinter]

"Some would view it as nothing but destruction, but there is creation out there as well. The old becoming new again."

[thursdays_angel]

A man in a smoking jacket steps up to the bar beside the newcomer.

Literally a smoking jacket. Castiel is fresh from a minor skirmish with some demons outside of Tulsa, and as a result, his trench coat is emitting curls of smoke. (But give it a minute--it will be as good as new.)

"A cup of coffee, please. With cream," he says to Bar.

Castiel glances over at his neighbor (his face is fairly sooty as well) and nods politely.

"How do you do?" he says.

[spit_it_out]

'...hi.'

Well, isn't today just fantastic. Nothing to try the nerves at all.


'...is your coat about to burst into flame?'

[thursdays_angel]

The smokey, sooty man calmly looks down at himself, almost as if he hadn't quite noticed the state he was in before.

To be fair, he'd had other things on his mind.

"No. I do not believe so," he says. "It should stop in a moment."

The coat is just one more outer layer to heal, after all.

Castiel picks up his cup of coffee.

"However, if such an event should occur, I believe Bar can provide a fire extinguisher."

[souffle_girlek]

"There!" Oswin staggers (no, not really, but there may be some dramatic acting here) to the bar with her (totally well planned and executed with laser-like precision) completed, well-baked, non-burnt, non-collapsed souffle.

It only took her a week.

And possibly there's a hen out there who's had her entire egg production given to this cause.

Whatever.

It's lemon, it's covered in powdered sugar, and it's still standing. That means she wins.

"And you said I couldn't do it." She gripes at the bar, "Don't underestimate genius."

She scowls when Bar immediately presents her with the list of supplies used.

[spit_it_out]

Interesting.

Bruce is glad of a distraction from thinking about all the things that could go wrong while he's stuck here. And souffle will do the trick.

'I think you have to be more than a genius to make a souffle.'

He doubts he could do it. Though he's never tried.

[mjolnir_retriever]

[OOC: Not tagging in -- although we should totally thread sometime, if it works for you wrt canon timeline stuff -- but I just wanted to beam at your Bruce! SO EXCELLENT.]

[the_gene_genie]

[OOC: *beams* Thank you! He is already ridiculous amounts of fun to play. \o/

And HELL TO THE YES, re: threading at some point, please. When timelines work out. :D!]