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Jack's in the bar, reading Daniel's dog-earred copy of Homer's Odyssey. He likes the action, and this Odysseus dude seems to have as much trouble with the gods as he's had, though Jack himself has a much better sense of direction.

He finds himself somewhat disappointed that there's nothing about the Simpsons, so far.

[ooc: Mun at school, apologies for slow responses, etc.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti waves from where he is sitting (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3609073.html?mode=reply).

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Jack waves back, grabs himself a coffee from the machine, and comes over to join Suti.

"How's it hangin', Deep Purple?" Yes, he tends to cling to these nicknames. It's a sign of affection, honest. Be thankful it's not 'Spacemonkey' (Daniel) or 'Marty' (Martouf.)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nothing is hanging that shouldn't be - it's all standing nicely upright. The walls, I mean. On the building site. People will want wallpaper and glue next, and everybody will get monumentally sticky."

He eyes Jack, and then adds, "Of course, things will go much better when you help; Martouf said you're good at that sort of stuff."

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Jack laughs suddenly, while drinking his coffee. Not a good idea. "Ahem. Sorry, I've got a bit of a cough coming, I think. All hanging well, standin' nicely upright." He smirks. "That's great. Marty said that, did he? He should see my cabin." He grins, proudly.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Why - did you build that cabin yourself?"

Here's a man who can do serious building stuff. Without any magic at all. Good to know if things get sticky - literally as well as figuratively.

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"My grandpa built it, but it needed a lot of work. I've built some decking, that kinda thing." He whispers conspiringly, "The fishing is terrible though."

"So, tell me about where you come from. I've heard a little."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Why - do the fish bite things they're not supposed to?", Asar-Suti asks conspiratorially, with a little grin.

He then shrugs.

"I come from a High Fantasy world, where I used to be the Dark GOd Of Awesome Powers whom the bad guys worshipped - you know that kind of world? Swords and magic and destiny?"

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"A High Fantasy World?" It amuses Jack that this is a recognised type of world, but in Milliways, it makes sense.

"I know of that kind of world. Like Lord of the Rings, right?" He wonders if he missed Asar-Suti in that movie.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Yes, a bit like Sauron, actually - just as he was only ever a glowing fiery eyes on top of a tower, so I was only ever a pool of purple fire underneath the fortress of the Evil Overlord," Asar-Suti says. "With the one difference that I was acutally human before, and Sauron was actually a Maia, older than the world, from the start."

"But I've never seen the world where 'Lord Of The Rings' took place; there are no people here from there that I know of, either. I've just read the books and seen the movies, like everybody else."

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Ron looked over from where he was stuffing his face with eggs and ham and such and asked, "Waf aroo eading?"

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Jack understands Ron perfectly; he's had many such conversations in the base cafeteria.

"Homer's Odyssey." He pauses, worried he may have been caught with something intellectual. "S'all Daniel had."

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"S'it 'ne goo?" Ron asked.

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"It's...alright. False advertisin' though. They should make it clear which Homer it's by."

He studies Ron quizzically. "I don't think I've seen you around?"

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Ron swallowed, and held out a hand. "Ron Weasley. I'm a busboy here. You meet any of my siblings yet? Red hair and freckles like me. I've six of them, and I know that at least five show up here."

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"Six of 'em? Nah, I've not met any of them yet." He shakes Ron's hand. "The Name's O'Neill. Jack O'Neill."

"Six siblings...so what was that like growing up, kiddo?"

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"Horrible," Ron said flatly. "They're all loud and I always got hand-me-downs and I got compared to every one of my older brothers."

He added, "But they can be alright sometimes. We all sort of look out for each other. And I'm even sort of friends with my little sister Ginny, I reckon."

He eyed Jack's clothes critically. "You in the army or something? You muggles have weird clothes for the army and all."

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Jack looks suitably sympathetic at first, and then he smiles. "Even sort of friends? Heh, good for you." He likes kids; he had a son, once.

"In the army? Kiddo, I'm in the U.S. Air Force." He taps his nose. "It's top secret."

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"Yeah, well, I'm a wizard," Ron said, raising his eyebrows. "You shouldn't even know I exist, but I don't think the Ministry's rules apply here."

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"Hm." Jack's brows knit together. Yeah, he usually leaves the metaphysical thinking to the other members of his team. It's what he pays them for. "I wonder if you're even from my world?" He has been talking to Suti about different worlds and their differences.

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Ron paused thoughtfully. "I dunno. We could be from the same world and might not know it. The Wizarding World's hidden from non-magical folk."