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The mansion is big but even Alex is pretty sure the Professor doesn't have a whole bar hidden away. They'd have found it sooner. Because boy did they try and explore everywhere when they were first brought there. There were a few exceptions but mostly they were given the run of the place. And Sean wouldn't have been able to keep this place a secret from him. In fact he'd quite like to go grab his friend and drag him along to show him, because there would be no way he'd believe him later. Raven, well he wouldn't put it past her to keep it from the boys. The best part was he actually looked vaguely presentable for turning up in a random place and not that he'd just spent the past few hours down in the nuclear bunker setting things on fire in the name of training. Which is what he had been doing.

But he could just sit down for the moment and getting a drink wouldn't hurt... He could get in trouble later. For now Milliways have a new mutant.

[[Alex is from sometime between the end of First Class and turning up in Saigon in Days of Future Past.]]

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There's a blond boy in his late teens settled a ways down the Bar, with a very large map of a continent unfolded in front of him, and several notepads of notes settled atop of it.

He gives Alex a sidelong look for a few moments, as if trying to figure out if he's seen him around before, before grabbing a Welcome Pamphlet from the Bar and sliding it over.

"Here."

Yamato's never read the pamphlets all the way through, but he's pretty sure they have at least a rough explanation of what the bar is and what its rules are.

Alex took it and looked at it, but it's like giving Alex homework. It's a very hit and miss kinda thing to do. He's tempted to accidentally set it on fire but even he knows that's not a good idea.

"Um, thanks?"

"It's quicker than trying to explain this place," Yamato says, giving Alex a one-shouldered shrug. "And I'm no good at giving the welcome spiel."

Although the last time he gave someone that pamphlet, he still had to explain everything.

"First drink is free, by the way."

Alex turned it over and still mostly ignored it, because it was just what he did.

"Okay but one question at least, how do I get that first drink?" Because he wasn't sure he saw anyone he could actually ask for that drink. Yeah, he wanted beer then.

"Just ask for it. The Bar's unmanned, so just say what you want."

It occurs to Yamato, briefly, that that explanation leaves something to be desired and he's not exactly patient enough to keep circling the topic for as long as it might take to fully explain it, so perhaps a demonstration is in order.

"Here, like this," he says, and turns towards the Bar. "I'll have a vanilla milkshake."

There's a split second pause before a tall milkshake topped with whipped cream materialises atop the Bar. Yamato makes a momentary, only slightly sarcastic 'ta-daaa' gesture at it.

Slightly sarcastic is something that usually is appropriate for Alex. When the milkshake appeared he just raised an eyebrow, which raises the question of what he's used to if that doesn't bother him.

"Huh." He gets a little closer to the Bar. "Can I get a beer?" It's debatable if he should have a beer but it turns up and he grabs the bottle and takes a drink.

"Maybe this place isn't so bad."

"It has its moments," Yamato says, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. He picks up his milkshake after a moment or two, taking a sip. "It's a useful place if you need a break from shit going on in your own world, at least."

He can get beer without having to hide it from the others. It's got points already.

"I'm Alex by the way."

"Yamato."

He rubs the back of his neck for a moment, just a tiny bit awkwardly.

"This place is weird the first few times, but it'll become routine and normal pretty quickly. It does for most people, at least."

"Weird I can deal with." Weird is pretty much the constant in his life after Cuba.

"You sound like you're here a lot."

"I've been coming here on-and-off since I was about eight, I guess? But sometimes years will go by without a door showing up for me. Time's all twisty here, too, so some of those visits are in my past but this place's future."

"Huh." He's kinda sorry he asked that now because that's a little too much for him.

He's glad he asked for a beer.

"You'll, er, probably get used to stuff like that."

Beat.

"Or you won't. In which case I guess you're going to hate it here."

Oh my God, it is summer in this stupid cold damn place! Finally!

As such, there's a long-legged California girl in the tiniest of denim cut-offs, rose-gold flip-flops and a off-the-shoulder Barbie-pink 'I beat Wolverine in a fist-fight and all I got was this lousy t-shirt' t-shirt chilling at the bar with a bottle of beer.

There's a little silver 'Security' badge pinned to the top, sparkling in the light.

Edited 2019-06-22 23:47 (UTC)

Alex has been in Westchester for a while so he's used to it being cooler, he kinda likes it on the cooler side given he runs warm. "Did you beat Wolverine to get that shirt?" It's a fair question.

Molly lives for the heat. She loves this place like almost nowhere else, but its insistence on constantly being like twenty degrees below anything she'd consider normal is a major drawback.

"No," she deadpans, "Just his fan club."

Alex snorted with laughter, which wasn't the best look for him.

"I'm safe then." He hadn't wanted to help them.

"Something like that."

(Let's not mention that she may, once upon a time, have been a member of that fan club herself.)

Molly grins, raising her bottle as if to say 'cheers'.

"I'm Molly."

He is so very tempted to introduce himself just with the nickname Raven gave him, but he's good and for now at least he doesn't.

"Alex." He nods.

"You new in? I don't think I've seen you around before."

Although she's not around so often herself, these days.

"That obvious huh?"

He shrugs.

"Yeah I wasn't really planning on this today."

"Nobody ever is." Molly grins. "I've been coming here since I was, like, twelve. You get pretty good at spotting newbies."

She tips her head back to drain the last of the beer from her bottle.

"Anyone give you the introduction speech yet?"

"What was that? Yesterday?" It's a sort of compliment? Though he can't talk himself, he looks younger than he is.

"Yeah, I've been told. But no one's told me how I get back home. I mean this place is nice and all that but people will eventually miss me."

She favours him with a particularly heart-felt eyeroll. (She is twenty-freaking-seven!)

"Funny boy." She gestures with the bottle to where the main door should be. "Can you see a door over there?"

"It's part of the reason she called me Havok, because I'm so funny." He doesn't think, he just says it. Then he wishes he could take it back.

He glanced to where she pointed, thankfully he saw a door there. "Yeah, there's a door. Why wouldn't there be a door?"

"Who's 'she'?"

Oh, thank God, he's got a door. Nobody likes breaking bad news along with the introductions.

"'Cause if there isn't, you're stuck here temporarily. People call it 'Bound'. Time doesn't pass outside, so you don't have to worry about people missing you, but it doesn't always go over so well with the Bar's lucky victims. It is temporary, though."

Unless he's dead, maybe, but... baby steps.

"Generally speaking, so long as there's a door over there, you can get back out whenever you want. Just walk through it."

Daniel stumbles into the Bar soaking wet and in his black BDU's. He's right behind the new guy.

"Oh thank God," he says wearily as noises of gunfire and heavy rain enter the closing door, "Never thought I'd be this happy to see Milliways."

Of course he's dripping on the floor.

It's probably not a good idea to turn up behind Alex, he's still a little twitchy from things that have happened to him recently. There's a red glow around one of his hands as he turns to find out who spoke. But he's not done anything so it's okay. He just looks ready for a fight.

You can't blame a guy for what the Bar does.

"Hi,"says Daniel taking in the glowing fist, "I'm Daniel."

Daniel smiles as he tries to make himself look as non threatening as possible while holding a P90.

Alex actually wishes Erik was there, which is saying something. He's better with people with guns.

"Alex." He's still eyeing the gun as well as the guy warily.

"I'm just going to put this on that table there," says Daniel indicating the P90 and a nearby table, "So, Alex, are you new here?"

Distract the being with the glowing fist. He's still dripping on the floor and he's glad he didn't get with any stunner blasts. There is a 9mm on his belt, and a Zat'ni'katel on his thigh.

It's easier to deal guns on belts because they take time to get at which gives Alex an advantage because his weapon is him after all, no need to reach - just react.

Alex shakes his hand and the glow disappears. "Yeah. Where did you come from?"

"That," says Daniel, "Was a firefight on a planet in the Pegusis Galaxy. A very wet one."

He's not too shook up. Drip, drip, at least his nose isn't dripping, like that guard in Teal'c's joke.

Well he understood the idea of a firefight and that it was wet but the rest of that... not exactly what Alex was expecting.

"Where?" He's going to need to hear all that again.

"Let's just say it's in a galaxy far far away," he says, "I don't think I've seen you here before."

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