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"Hello - can I get you a drink?"

Said Asar-Suti turns up, ~~without entrance post, as mun is popping in and out of Real Life (TM) and will be gone there completely in half an hour~~.

Jack salutes Sooty, happy to see him. "Heey, Deep Purple, how's the work going?" He smirks. The music reference will probably be lost on the god, unless Gil's introduced him to better rock music than he will have heard on the Rue Royale. "A Jack Daniels wouldn't go amiss, thanks."

Asar-Suti walks over to the bar, gets a Jack Daniels for Jack, and hands the glas over.

"The work is going well, thanks - when I looked in today, people mostly had what they needed. There are real walls now; I have to hurry up with the silncing system so they can close them."

There was something called "Deep Purple" among the music uploaded to Charlie's iPod, originally; but Asar-Suti hasn't paid it too much attention. If he knew, he might actually like it. Who knows, there might have some of that mixed in the music played at the club where he went to in New Orleans, but that was mainly loud.

"Real walls hm?" Jack nods approvingly, and takes his glass. "Thanks, mate."

He drinks gratefully, and muses. "I still can't quite get my head around this place, you know? It's the end of the universe, and yet we're building things, life's going on." You can tell he usually leaves the thinking to Daniel or another member of his team.

"It's the end of the universe, but we've got a bubble of endless time here where we all exist," Asar-Suti explains. "Of course we build things. People fall in love or out of it; they fight, the die, they read books and keep pets, like anywhere else. I'm the richer by a fishtank full of trilobites, a magical library, and especially a wonderful and lovely person to love, since I came here. Life type things. I enjoy them very much. And so, yes, the walls are real as well."

Asar-Suti gets himself a cup of coffee from the bar, and drinks from that.

Trilobites? Jack doesn't ask. They sound...bite-y.

"Heh." Jack smiles. "I spend half my time at home trying to make sure the universe doesn't end, it's nice to know there'll always be this place."

Jack watches Sooty obviously enjoying his coffee. "You remind me of Daniel, with that."

"The universe ends at some stage - but of course, you won't want your particular part of it end prematurely," Asar-Suti points out. "Who's Daniel, though?"

"He's a member of my team. You see, the government actually pays us for this world-travelling business, we go through a gate and make peace, or sometimes we don't, with other worlds. Daniel, and a dead guy named Martouf, are the only two guys I know from work."

"If you ever meet Daniel, don't talk to him before he's ahd his first cup of coffee."

Asar-Suti proudly shows his mug, which says 'There's No Life Before Coffee'. "I can sympathise - I really want to meet him. I only know Martouf; he told me he used some eveil technology-stealing space aliens that pretended to be gods?"

Clearly Asar-Suti disapproves of these - strongly.

Jack laughs at the slogan. "Oh yeah, that's him alright. You'd like him, and he'd like you, though he'll probably grill you about your homeworld. He's an anthropologist; fascinated by other religions and cultures."

"The Goa'uld? Yeah, they're bad news. They killed Martouf, they took Daniel's wife and child, they've enslaved whole planets of innocent people. I tell you, if one of those System Lords came into the bar, I'm not sure I could keep the no business or the no violence rule." He laughs bitterly. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if one of them met the actual god they were impersonating?"

[[OOC: You no fair!! You know I am tempted by Ra...]]

"I like talking about my home world; I think I'd like to meet him. I'm very much fascinated by different cultures as well, just that I concentrate on their different kinds of magic. And books. And coffee - he sounds like somebody with whom I could happily jabber away fro hours."

Then, he makes a slightly grimmer face, and adds, "If any of those fake gods comes here and makes troubles, I'll be delighted to help grill them. Visit purple burnination upon them, even."

As if to emphasise his claim, he sketches a little sign in the air, with three spikes; where his finger was, purple sparks crackle, and then a burst of purple fire flares up in empty air, small, just like a strongly flickering torch, and then is gone without causing any damage. "There's much more where that came from."

Sara is in the bar. And is feeling rather bored since ~~the mun is bored~~ none of her friends have found their hangover remedies this morning.

She nods to Jack as she makes her way to a barstool. "Hi."

"Howdy." Jack wonders what surprises this patron has in store. Witch? Goddess? Another member of bar security about to bust his ass for shooting Bar that time?

Sara raises an eyebrow. "When people look that nervous around me, it is normally because I'm about to arrest them for murder. Something wrong?"

"I'm waiting for you to glow, or start shooting lightening from your eyes. If you must know."

"Well, according to my colleagues my eyes turn red when I'm pissed. Never seen it happen before though." She smiles, deciding he the most normal patron she has met thus far. "I'm Sara Sidle." She offers a hand.

He studies the hand suspiciously, then takes it, also making the 'normal' verdict.

"O'Neill. Jack O'Neill." He grins, winningly.

Charming, in that odd sort of way.

"So where do you hail from? Thus far I've met a demon, a fairy, a wizard, a demon slayer, and several people that make me long for the lunatics back in Vegas." Sara tilts her head curiously.

Jack ticks off his record-sheet on his fingers. "Wizard, check, lunatics, check. Add to that a goddess who wants to do my best friend and a purple-coloured god who's not quite so crazy as the rest of 'em here, and yeah, you realise what a strange place this is."

"I'm in the U.S. air-force." That's telling her almost nothing about what he really does, but it'll do for now. "So, the saying has never been more appropriate, but what's a nice girl like you doing in a post-apocalyptic bar like this?"

"Hmm. Haven't encountered any deities, though if I see Jehovah around here, I'm kicking him in the shins." Sara leans back in her chair, easily detecting his skirting around her question. Classified project, I'll bet.

"I walked into my lab's supply closet to restock my field kit and found myself here a few days ago. It's grown on me, oddly enough.

"I walked out of a-" time machine "fighter-jet and found myself here too. Not been able to get back yet, but I found a couple of people I knew; they said it's nothing to worry about. Bar puts you where you're supposed to be, and all that Zen Buddhist cr-" Jack, you're talking to a lady. "stuff."

"A scientist, huh? I work with a couple of them myself. Don't know what they're talking about half the time, but all those years in college sure showed 'em how to party."

[ooc: Bloody hell. Losing ability to type *headdesk*]

OOC: Don't feel bad--I've posted several times in my own journal name. I feel your pain.

Sara laughs. "No need to worry about censoring yourself. I work with a Texas cowboy, among other people. My skin's pretty thick."

"And yeah, I'm a scientist. A forensic investigator, actually, with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. And scientists throw better parties, in my experience." She winks at him, not offended by his candor.

"Forensics? Sweet. Catching the bad guy and all that, sounds fun."

"So now I know you're not a goddess, do you want a drink?"

Sara smiles wryly. "It's fun sometimes, and coming up with experiments is always a good challenge. But...well, we see the underbelly of society. And if I could go a week without having to process a rape or child abuse case, I'd be happy."

"Only puny mortals get drinks from you? Racist! A drink sounds lovely though--a Long Island, if they make those here."

Jack listens sympathetically, then flags down a wait-rat. He'll never get used to this.

"A Long Island Tea for the lady, and a Jack Daniels for me."

The rat waits.

"Er, please."

Sara tilts her head curiously. "Is the staff upset with you for some reason?"

The rat scampers off.

"Nah. I don't think so. They just like me to be polite."

"Hmmm." Sara gives the rat a quick smile when it returns with their drinks. It scuttles off, chattering in ratspeak at another of its brethren.

"I admit I find giving my order to a rodent or a sentient bar unusual. Even by Vegas standards."

And there was Abby, watching Jack from a short distance away. She looked almost thoughtful as she sat there at the bar, dressed in her usual gothic outfit and metal jewelry, but she was lacking a white lab coat today. It had been her day off, after all.

After a few moments, it seemed that she came to a conclusion of some kind and hopped off her barstool to make her way over to him. Tapping him on his shoulder to get his attention, she stood with her hands behind her back as she peered curiously at him.

"You're Daniel's boss, right?" She had been mentally comparing Daniel's description of Jack to the man that was actually here. Not to mention the resemblances to Gibbs.