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"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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"Oh for real? So far as I know only me and my friend Barry come in from Central City, but we've heard there are people from worlds like ours and things are kind of wiggy with how that works." It's an interesting phenomenon that Cisco means to investigate further as he learns more about Milliways.

"Wait, Barry?"

Andrew's eyes widen, and he sits up.

"Yeah," Cisco nods, eyeing him. "Allen? Do you know him? Or... "

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing a bit. "He's not the guy you knew, is he?"

"Barry Allen," he repeats, blinking a bit. "Tall guy? Short blond hair? Wears a tie even when he's not at work?"

Cisco blinks back at him, shaking his head.

"Noo... tall, yeah, but he's got brown hair and I don't know if I've ever seen him in a tie. Sweaters, yeah, dude wears a lot of sweaters."

"Huh." His brow furrows. "That's ... weird. Maybe they're related? Unless --"

A beat.

"Okay, if this is a weird question I'll withdraw it, but ... does your Barry, by any chance ... run really fast?"

Cisco's expression blanks, and then he suddenly finds his empty mug super interesting.

"Huh, no, I-- I-- no, I don't, whaaat?" he stammers, looking down into the bottom of his mug, tilting the glass this way and that in distraction.

He pauses a moment and lifts his eyes, studying Andrew shrewdly.

"Why? Does yours?"

"I mean he's not mine, but the one I knew here? Yeah. Super fast."

Cisco gets a sidelong glance, and no commentary about his reaction.

"Well yeah, the one you knew," Cisco clarifies.

He chews on his lip for a moment, considering, then finally relents.

"He might be. He's told me he's heard about other Barry Allens out there who are fast, too." But didn't mention one coming here.

"Alternate timelines, maybe?" Andrew offers. "That happens here every so often."

"Yeah, there seems to be a big multiverse thing at play here. It's weird, but pretty awesome," Cisco says, ending on a grin.

"But hey, look, just FYI, my boy Barry is trying to keep a lid on the superspeed thing, so if we could keep that on the down low that'd be great... "

"Oh," he says, "for sure, not a problem," and mimes zipping his mouth shut.

And then mimes unzipping it to say "Yeah, the multiverse thing is huge here. Not just different timelines but whole different universes, with their own metaphysics and stuff."

Cisco snaps his fingers and mimes a pistol shoot thumbs-up at Andrew. He felt like he could count on the dude.

"Ooo, their own metaphysics? Do tell."

"Okay, so like --" He shifts on his barstool, turning to face Cisco more directly, gesturing with both hands. "There's some worlds where magic works, right? And some where magic from other worlds is gonna act unpredictably, and some where it doesn't work at all. There's at least one world out there where you can travel faster than light by using warp engines, and another where you can only manage interstellar distances through wormholes, and one where you can make your own wormholes but they collapse as soon as you shut down the generator thing. There's like no consistency at all across the universes and it's amazing."

He's grinning, maybe just a little wildly.

Cisco shifts on his stool as well, facing Andrew and raptly listening to him.

"Okay, so I've talked to somebody who's galaxy, far, far, away has the hyperspace thing, and I've been getting butterbeers from Bar that note the possibility for a world with magic, but you said warp engines; does that mean there are people here boldly going out there in space?"

Cisco holds his hands together up under his chin, waiting with bated breath to see if any of those references register with Andrew and for an answer on the warp engines.

Oh yes, those references definitely register. Visibly.

"Three for three," says Andrew, with evident delight. "There are definitely people here who've been, shall we say, on an extended trek across the stars."

Cisco's face breaks into a wide grin and he claps his hands together once.

"Oh maaaan, I love this bar!" And you, Andrew! But in a kindred-nerd spirits kind of way.

"Okay, so look, it sounds like you've been around awhile and know a thing or two about what's awesome," he notes, dropping his tone to a more confiding level. "How do you not like, geek out when somebody tells you they pilot an X-wing?"

Because Cisco seriously almost sawed his tongue in half holding it on that one.

"Dude, it is the hardest thing, you just have to develop a poker face. And like -- don't tell people you know them from a movie, or know stuff about them that's private, until you give them a chance to get used to the idea." A rueful look crosses his face. "Full disclosure? First year I was here, I accidentally freaked out this little kid because I --"

Midsentence, he remembers he's talking to someone from the same canonical universe as some variant of Bruce Wayne, and edits what he's about to say on the fly.

"-- recognized his name and knew who he was gonna grow up to be, and that was definitely my bad."

"Yeah, that was the first thing Barry made me promise not to do when I got here." It's been SO HARD.

"But, damn, that's messed up, man," he says about the kid, before admitting, "And probably something I'd do. I guess I gotta keep on my toes until I get the poker face going."

"Tell you what I do," Andrew confides, "when I can, I'll drop something in conversation early on, to explain why I might know stuff. Like, if I'm talking to someone from that galaxy far far away? I met Princess Leia here, a bunch of years ago, so as soon as a chance comes up I'll tell them that. And then if I accidentally say something about the Rebellion, or the Jedi, there's an explanation right there for how I'd know about it."

Half a beat, and he adds "Course, that doesn't help so much with, like, screaming internally because you just met Princess Leia."

Cisco doesn't squee, but he does squeak and reaches out to grip Andrew's shoulder.

"Dude, you met Princess Leia? Princess Leia comes here? Has she hooked up with Han yet, or is there a chance... OH MY GOD, DOES HAN SOLO COME HERE?"

"Sorry to disappoint, new friend," and he does sound genuinely sorry, "but the princess hasn't been back here in years, and I only saw Solo once or twice."

A long beat.

"Indiana Jones used to be a regular here, though."

Cisco draws his hand back, a flash of apology in his expression, and then he says, "Yeah, but you saw him."

Cisco has all the envy right now.

"And Indiana Jones. Damn, bro, you've got like all the fantasy hero bingo boxes checked."

"Yeah, well." He does not look smug, but it's taking a special effort. "You hang around here long enough, sooner or later everybody walks in."

"I'm holding you to that," he declares, pointing at Andrew. "In the meantime I'll work on my poker face, and the whole not spoiling people for their destinies thing."