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One of these days, the boy will have an entrance post. It's not this one, though. Mark walks through the door, with two duffle bags, and a sheepish smile on his face. He walks over to the table and plunks the bags next to it. "Hey, Angel." A grin.

Angel grins back. "Took you a while to get your stuff, didn't it? Unless the bar mucks about with time while it's at it, or something..."
He shrugs. Have a seat."

"..." Mark stares. "I just left yesterday, Angel." He blinks. "I guess the bar at the end of the universe could muck about with time." He blushes a bit, and sits down. "So, how have you been?"

"It's the end of the week here, honey. I guess the bar's got a sense of humor. Anyway, I've been all right. I'd ask about you, but... I doubt you had a very eventful time of things."

"Wow. That's just... gah." Mark shakes his head. "And, yeah. It was pretty boring. Left a note for Roger and Benny that I wouldn't be around much. Nothing even worth mentioning, really."

"I was half wondering if you were lurking somewhere and I just didn't see you, but I figure you would have bothered me if you saw me." He smiles. "You hungry?"

"Oh, trust me, Angel. If I'm around, I bug you." A blush. "Can't help it, really." He pauses for a moment, "Um, yeah, I could eat something, I guess."

"I'd noticed. But I don't mind, and at least you've got the opportunity, as things stand.
"As for food... go get yourself something, and tell Bar it's on me. She'll understand."

"Can I get you something while I'm over there?" Mark smiles, standing, and leaving his stuff by the table.

"Won't say no to a snack, but otherwise I'm good."

Mark grins and shuffles off, returning with a burger, and a bag of chips. "Well, this is what the bar seemed to think we needed." He shrugs. "Not really sure why, but I'm beginning to realize you don't ask questions around here."

"I get the feeling that knowing not to ask questions doesn't stop some people around here from asking questions anyway. Most I'd want is a general idea of how the bar works, really. I mean, a self-serving bar would go over so well in lots of places..."

He chuckles. "I know. I'm thinking of making that the centerpiece of the movie, actually. How people come together around this bar which can do and serve just about anything."

Angel grins. "You might want to ask around, in that case. I'm sure people have plenty of theories on the matter. Me, I don't have a damn clue. It could very easily be one of those things that just sort of happens."

"Yeah, I know, that means I actually need to talk to people sometime. I think I need to be a bit more comfortable with this place before I do that, though. I feel like I'm poking fingers in the dark."

He shrugs.

"Well, that would be why I suggested you stay here. You won't really find out all that much about the place if you just come in, bother me, and leave again." He smiles, and opens the bag of chips.

Mark dives into the burger. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I really need to meet a few more people around here. Hell, you never know who I might get ot talk to."

"The possibilities are just about endless, as far as I can tell. So, any other big plans for this movie?"

"Not at the moment. I guess it'll depend on who I find for it. It'll be my typical documentaryish style, but it needs a plot, a focus." He ponders for a moment. "I'll figure it out eventually."

Angel just shakes his head, still smiling. "That's so you, honey. And I'm sure talking to people will help you focus on something."

"Right as always, Angel." Mark shrugs. "It'll be interesting at any rate. Perhaps one of these days, I'll find something to make a non-documentary movie on. Or perhaps not."

"Depends on which direction you want to take this filmmaking business, I guess. Documentaries don't tend to get so much public attention, from what I've seen." A pause for thought, then: "But really, who's going to believe this isn't fictional, if they haven't been here?"

"Well, this is quite true, I guess." His eyes sparkle as he thinks. "I could make it in a documentary style, but everyone would think it's a mocumentary." Another grin. "I think I like that."

Angel grins back. "Somehow, I'm not surprised. And hey, as long as the misinterpretation won't bother you, you might as well go with it."

"Psh. Doesn't matter to me. Like you said, no one would really believe us anyway." He laughs. "An almost crazy filmmaker visits his dead muse in the bar at the end of the universe, and makes a film of it."

"Well, when you put it like that, it does sound more than a little ridiculous. Just... please tell me you're not considering yourself crazy, there. All things considered, your sanity seems to be holding up pretty well."

"Nah. I don't think I'm crazy, but more than likely the rest of the world thinks I am." He laughs. "I like being slightly nuts."

"Slightly nuts I won't argue with. Won't call it a bad thing, either. Probalby everyone's slightly nuts, even if they'd rather think otherwise."

He laughs. "This is quite true, actually. I think sanity's a bit overrated most times."

"Anyone ever tries to tell me they're completely sane, I'll most likely laugh at them. Same for claiming to be completely normal. You just don't survive the real world like that."

He laughs brightly. "This is true, Angel. Quite true."

And something about that laugh strikes Angel as... well, not quite right. Maybe he's just being overly concerned, but it can't really hurt to check.
"You sure you're all right, honey? Just making sure."

"Oh, I'm fine, Angel. I guess I'm still a bit confused by this entire thing. It's strange. You, me, here. Everything."

"That's life for you. Or not life, as the case may be, I guess.
"...You know, I'm kind of surprised none of the rest of the group seem to have found their way here."

"Yeah. I almost told people about it way back when I found it, but I forgot in the wake of everything else that happened." He shrugs. "I wish some of them would find it, though. This place could use a bit of their kind of life."

"Maybe they will, one of these days. I certainly wouldn't mind being able to catch up with everyone else, if only to get the different perspectives involved."

"That would rock, seriously. Everyone being able to sit down and just talk through everything." He smiles. "I wonder if I could drag some of them in here."

"You might want to try that, one of these days. God knows we need the chance to talk through things. Don't think you'd manage to get everyone in at once, though, at least not right away."

"Hell, I don't know if I'd -want- everyone here all at once. We might break down the bar or something. It might be better to talk to people one at a time, and then bring them all together. Perhaps they'd be more responsive to things if they were talked to one-on-one."

Angel grins. "Yeah, we probably would break down the bar, wouldn't we? One-on-one definitely sounds like a better plan. But then the question is, who do we start with?"

"I wish we could start with Roger. That boy needs some major assistance." He pauses. "I wonder if I could drag him in here without him knowing it."

"Oh, no kidding. As for getting him in here without knowing it..." He thinks the matter over for a few moments, then smirks. "Maybe if you're trying hard enough to get here, the Life Cafe will cooperate? Or maybe a door in the apartment, if he's refusing to leave again." Which, knowing Roger, is more than a little likely.

"I can try." He grins. "I can be convincing when I need to be."

"Yeah, I know, honey. You'll still probably need all the luck you can get, with that one."