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[makes_the_toys]

"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Standing in the open doorway, Cisco stares at the bar shaking his head.

With a sigh he tosses his toolbelt onto a bench beside the doorway and steps through into Milliways, letting the door close behind him.

His annoyance at what he had to go through to get here evaporates quickly, and when he takes a seat at the counter he’s all smiles.

"Hi, Bar. Remember me?"

That is absolutely not a squeal of delight when Bar produces a napkin with a cheerful greeting and a mug of Butterbeer to go along with it, anyone who hears one is clearly just imagining things.

Taking a drink, he turns on his stool to observe the bar at large, wondering just what exactly he can get into this time.

[ooc: link leads to a short oom.]

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[alec_swamp]

Not far off, sitting near but not right at the fire, reading a book, is a seven foot tall tree in the shape of a man. Or maybe it's a man in the shape of a tree.

[makes_the_toys]

Scanning the bar, Tree Dude is hard to miss.

Cisco's eyes widen for a moment, then narrow the next before falling into a curious expression.

"Huh."

[alec_swamp]

Alec looks up from his book. And sees the sort of expression he's used to from the curious. "Hello."

[makes_the_toys]

"Hi... "

Let it never be said that what Cisco sometimes lacks in social skills he doesn't make up for in amicable excitability. Dropping his unsure expression, Cisco sits up on his stool and smiles.

"I'm Cisco. From Earth."

[alec_swamp]

"I'm Alec. Also from Earth." That's a bit odd. Unless... "Do you think I'm an alien?"

[makes_the_toys]

"Nnnnnot anymore... " he replies, back to uncertainty.

"Sorry, I'm a little new to Miliways. We don't have plant dudes where I'm from."

Unless... someone happened to be hanging out in a marsh or something when the Particle Accelerator exploded, combining their DNA with leafy greens. Or the Central City Botanical Gardens!

"There could totally be a Mossy Avenger out there... "

Please excuse Cisco and his faraway expression and voice, he's contemplating metahuman possibilities in his head.

[alec_swamp]

That is a surprising accurate assessment of things, minus a particle accelerator (though he would be there is one in Central City).

"Er. Not quite. And I have no interest in sharing my 'secret origin' with a stranger. But I was human." He's never shy about that. "And the name you're looking for is Swamp Thing." Mossy Avenger? That sounds like something out of a Troma film. The least he would hope for is a Wes Craven film.

[iprotectyou]

A giant of a man is sitting at the bar when the newcomer approaches, smiling at his conversation with Bar. The large Guardian is armed and armored to a ridiculous degree, what with his staff, repeater cannon, power cells attached to a red carapace, and coolant tank. Hidden away are knives in his boots and a shockstick up his left sleeve.

"Hoi! May the Force of others be with you! I'm Baze Malbus. Are you a friend of Barry's? I saw you two enter together."

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is completely unarmed, unless one counts the Phillips head screw driver he has tucked into his back pocket, but that would hardly save him from much beyond a matching screw.

The greeting makes him grin, and Barry's name makes his smile widen further. Looking over, Cisco pauses to blink a moment. The guy is a big dude, and Cisco is kind of short in stature to begin with. And then there are all the armaments.

Shaking himself out of it, Cisco nods and replies cheerfully, "Yeah, I am. My name's Cisco."

Not about to be rude to an acquaintance of Barry's, Cisco offers out his hand.

[iprotectyou]

Hey, points for giving your name, Cisco! Baze sure appreciates that. He gladly shakes Cisco's hand, in a grip that's firm, but gentle. Baze is fully aware of his size and his strength, and he knows how to give a handshake that doesn't crush the recipient's hand. He even hunches a little, to appear smaller.

"Pleasure to meet you, Cisco. How do you know Barry?"

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is half expecting the strongman grip some guys insist on giving, and not having his hand crushed makes Cisco return the shake cheerfully.

"You too, man. Me and Barry are buds. We... Kind of work together in Central City."

[iprotectyou]

"'Kind of' work together?" Baze says, chuckling as he withdraws his hand.

"Well, okay! You're new, right? Did Barry give you the run down?"

[makes_the_toys]

"Yeah, well I guess you could say I sometimes help Barry with his day job, and he spends time at mine," Cisco replies with his own chuckle.

Nodding to the question, he takes a drink then swipes foam off of his mouth with his forearm.

"Second time here. Barry have me the basics when he brought me in, I think. About the rules, and Bar, and kind of how things work here. It's all pretty wild, still."

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber is sitting off to one side, sipping a cheap American lager out of a frosted mug. He tilts his head at the sight of the caramel-looking beer that pops up from the counter, which seems much more dessert-like than the typical lagers he's seen.

"What kind of drink is that?" he asks, nodding at the mug, curious.

[makes_the_toys]

"It's a Butterbeer," Cisco replies, licking foam from his lip.

He looks over and then head tilts a little at the man, before raising his mug in a salute. "It's great."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Neat," he says, nodding his head and raising his mug in kind. "So it's beer that tastes like...butter?" Graverobber is sadly unfamiliar with the mythos that is Harry Potter.

[makes_the_toys]

"Mm, more butterscotch-ish." He takes a drink, smacking his lips. "It's kind of a hard flavor to describe."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Huh, okay," Graverobber says, surprised. That actually sounds kind of delicious, possibly. "Is it real beer, too?"

[makes_the_toys]

"Minor booze content," he admits, holding up his thumb and forefinger pinched together in illustration.

"It'll get a House-elf drunk, though."

[stilljustandrew]

"-- and an everything bagel, extra cream cheese?"

There's a guy leaning over the next barstool, addressing the bar; he's wearing a green plaid flannel shirt over a slightly shabby t-shirt with the image of a 20-sided die on it. He beams as his requested bagel appears, alongside a mug of something coffee-and-cocoa-smelling and topped with whipped cream. "Thanks, Bar, you're the best."

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is sporting his own nerd flair beneath an open short-sleeve button down.

The order grabs his attention, and he looks over, giving the guy a nod.

"What's up?"

[stilljustandrew]

He glances over, blinking a bit. "Huh? Oh. Hi."

Half a beat.

"Um, either my memory is terrible or we haven't met ...? Oh, uh, or we're temporally inverted or something, is always a possibility around here."

[makes_the_toys]

"Huh? Oh, no, we-- not that I'm aware... " he replies, trailing off into a thoughtful tone as he considers the man, tries to place him, considers the possibility of a time paradox, then finally shakes his head.

"Yeah, no, don't think so. Call that greeting a failed 'cool guy in a bar' experiment."

Obviously Cisco's social skills need work.

Or, he needs a wingman.

Something.

[stilljustandrew]

"Understood," he says promptly. "Um, don't feel too bad about it failing, that could have been my bad; I don't really speak cool guy."

He grins, and offers a hand. "Andrew Wells."

[makes_the_toys]

"I'm not really fluent myself." Obviously.

Sticking out his hand, he smiles, "Cisco Ramon. Dig the tee." D20 is really much more Cisco's speed.