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A man steps into the bar, dressed in an elegant tuxedo with his hair slicked back. He peers around carefully, obviously unsure of where he might be.

He also looks ridiculously familiar, even if the eyes are a little colder and he obviously has no idea what he's doing there.

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"Nick!" She grinned and hurried over to him, placing her hand atop his forearm. "Thank you for the letter. It is very much appreciated."

He startles and twitches out from under her hand.

"Who are you? And what on earth are you talking bout? I've written no letter in days, miss. And I would certainly remember writing one for someone as...interesting as yourself."

He peers at her curiously, sensing something different in her a moment before realizing what it is as he steps back. He glares at her.

"If you were sent by LaCroix, please assure him that I will not be speaking to him for some time."

She stiffens as he twitches away, but composes herself almost immediately, listening.

"Ah." She shakes her head. "No, I am not sent by the one who turned you into a vampire. I am not fond of him, myself." A small smile of demi-comraderie.

"What year is it, for you?"

He relaxes somewhat at her smile and her words before looking around.

"1890. Why...why do you ask?"

She smiles slightly. "Because you will meet me once you've lived to the year 2000, or thereabouts. I am Mina Murray, and you are in Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe."

He stares at her.

He opens his mouth to say something.

Stops.

Finally...

"What?"

Val blinks, walking over to him, projecting curiosity and a bit of timid confusion. "Good evening. Can I get you anything tonight?" It's Nick...but it's not.

She indicates the Observation Window. "The universe is ending, Nick. But through some magic or science, this place is untouched. You have been here before, from the future as you know it."

He blinks.

"I know. At least, I believe I know."

He peers at her.

"Do you perhaps know what I might be doing here? I thought this was my hotel room."

She shakes her head. "No one knows why people are brought here." She gives a wry twist of her lips. "The Landlord moves in mysterious ways."

"I believe the saying says such about 'God', not some bar-owner. Blasphame is rather ridiculous, even from our kind."

Her eyes cool. "I believe the Landlord is God. Or a portion of His attention.

"The bar has rules. No violence, and no business. And no public sex. Violation of any of these can get you jailed.

"You will probably meet people from your future. Tell them you are from your past, and hopefully they will understand."

"People from my future? Public sex? No...business?"

He blinks at her.

"What on earth is..."

He shakes his head.

"No. No, this is all madness. Madness brought upon by my guilt and shame."

She shakes her head. "It is not. How could I convince you? Tell you something of the future? Of your past?"

He blinks...and peers at her.

"You...know me well in this place? What do you know of my past?"

"Not that well. But I know you spent time in Paris in the last few years, and that you know Marguerite Giry, a ballerina in the Opera. She prefers to be called Meg, however."

He snarls.

"Yes...the esteemed Madame Giry's traitorous progeny."

He looks at her.

"She attempted to blackmail me, knowing my secret, some years ago. I have no fondness for the girl, to be truthful, though I've saved the life of her and her young toy."

"You'll learn.

"Oh, It seems Madame has made herself a little less than welcome here, and Meg is the daughter of one of the most powerful beings in the universe. If you hurt her, or annoy her excessively, you will learn why it's not a good idea to annoy the Endless."

He might notice that he's being watched from a booth by an Alex with a book that's been pretty much forgotten.

He sneers.

"I try mostly to avoid her, if need be. I'm not one to look for trouble, in whatever form it might take."

[sorry! didn't see!]

He shudders at the odd emotions striking him, and then his eyes widen. He startles...and walks rather briskly away.

[sorry. vampire lore say avoid psychics...she just did that so he had to flee]

She grins. "That'll be a first."

He continues to peer around, obviously confused, until he notices eyes on him. He walks over briskly and stares down imperiously at Alex.

"Yes? Do you find my predicament amusing, sir, or do you regularly gawk at those you don't know?"

He looks at her sourly.

"A first for what, madame?"

Alex blinks up at him. It's definitely Nick, but...

"Um. You, uh, remind me of someone I know, that's all."

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