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[adamantiumloner]

Logan is back in Milliways. Or, he never left.

Either way, he's out of the cells and in the main bar, sitting at a table with a hand of solitaire spread out before him.

His focus seems aimed at the cards, but he's very much aware of his surroundings, and who's coming and going.

Close to hand on the edge of the table sits a root beer float.



[ooc: Might be a bit slow at times, but open through the weekend.]

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[iprotectyou]

Baze, armorless, sits at a nearby table, using a pneumatic graver to etch designs into two pieces of a prod, or bow, that he forged himself out of aluminum. A pitcher of ice water sweats near his left elbow, along with two glasses, only one of which is full.

He's highly amused over the root beer float, and debates internally whether to tease Logan about it. Probably best not, Baze decides.

Still. Might be a good idea to hail him.

"Hoi, Logan! May the Force of others be with you. What are you playing?"

[adamantiumloner]

Logan is just starting to wonder if the man has anything to say when Baze speaks up.

He inclines his head to accept that greeting, then turns over another card.

"Solitaire. Card game for one where you gotta match suits."

[iprotectyou]

"Oh, I know Solitaire. Never played it myself. The term also refers to a situation where one side acts as another to give the impression that there is no second side," Baze says, engraving a flourish in the soft metal.

"All healed up from the fight? You heal really fast."

[adamantiumloner]

He grunts, and moves one card into a stack.

"S'a good time killer."

Another card is turned over.

"Yep. What about you?" His eyes flick up, and he studies Baze.

[iprotectyou]

"Me? I'm fine," Baze says, rolling his unarmored shoulders in a rather expressive little shrug.

"Guppy fused the skin, and then I was sore for a week while the torn muscle healed underneath, but after that I was healed and all. I appreciate that you tried not to hit me."

[adamantiumloner]

"Yer lucky he didn't gut ya," Logan replies in a manner that makes clear how easily that could have happened.

[iprotectyou]

Well, that sobers Baze up pretty quickly.

"I know," he says, glancing down at his hands.

"Next time I'll call for backup and stay out of it."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan holds on Baze for a long moment, then gives a single nod and drops his attention back down to his cards.

"Yer not wearin' your badge anymore. You quit?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze doesn't squirm under that stare. He's not a man given over to excess motion. But he can't help the sigh of relief he gives when Logan looks elsewhere.

"No, not precisely. The project I'm working on has a prohibition against blood, and one against violence, so I've asked X for a leave of absence."

[for_everyone]

Hera glances down at the table, slowing as she move to pass it.

"Is that a game for one?"

[adamantiumloner]

"Yep," he replies, setting a card down onto a line. "Just killin' time."

Meaning him playing a game for one isn't saying he's adverse to company. Otherwise he'd be elsewhere.

[for_everyone]

Hera nods, still glancing over the cards.

"I guess this shouldn't surprise me," she says, now looking up to him with a half-smile. "But those don't look like any cards I've ever seen."

[adamantiumloner]

"They're from Earth," he says, the obvious implication being that so is he.

[for_everyone]

"That would explain it," she concedes. "I'd never heard of Earth before coming here, either."

She offers her hand. "My name's Hera."

[adamantiumloner]

He takes his time with it, but after laying down another card he finally accepts the hand and gives it a short shake.

"Logan."

Taking his hand back he lifts his glass and has a drink, giving an empty chair a nod. "Have a seat if you want."

[for_everyone]

Hera doesn't seem to mind the pause, and she only takes a seat after he nods to it.

"Are you waiting for something in particular?"

[adamantiumloner]

"Expiration on a sentence," he replies, with a bit of growl underneath those words.

[wayward_sun]

"That's an old time choice," a man says brightly.

He's tall and dark and handsome. With dark eyes and a very bright smile. His stubble is carefully maintained and his tgree-piece suit is both expense and expertly fitted.

He sounds British.
He looks human.

He's neither.

[adamantiumloner]

Logan survives on instincts. Some of those are primal in nature. Which could explain the sudden uneasy feeling he has and why the hairs on the back of his neck want to stand on end like the hackles of a wary animal sensing something that's not quite tangible, but most definitely off.

He doesn't give his wariness away, though, his eyes merely flick up and he regards the man.

"It ain't bad." Not his drink of preference, but as he's being denied that, right now, the root beer isn't so bad.

[wayward_sun]

"I rather like them, actually," Lucifer says and walks closer, a glass of whiskey in one hand

"There's something about the creaminess, I find."

And then he reaches out a hand.
"Lucifer Morningstar. Hello."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan's eyes flick to the whiskey, then drop back down to the laid out cards. If he notices the offered hand he doesn't react to it. Or the name.

"Not much of a sweet tooth, but the root beer does me alright."

[wayward_sun]

"Really? That must be so much easier. I've never met a praline I didn't like."

A beat.

"Apart from those synthetic strawberry ones. They're a crime against taste."

He puts his glass down and looks at the cards.
"That looks promising so far," he remarks.

[adamantiumloner]

"Most synthetic shit is," he comments. He's not a big fan of fake.

Looking over the card spread, he nods.

"Got a good deal." He flips another card and says, "So that your real name?"

Logan has a feeling that it is.

[wayward_sun]

"It is," Lucifer says, brightly.
"The one and only. "

[adamantiumloner]

That's actually a good thing, because now Logan knows where the uneasy feelings regarding the man are coming from.

"Don't think yer the only one, but alright."