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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Having satisfied his cholesterol requirements for the day, Indy sighs happily and pushes the greasy plate to one side as he orders a refill for his coffee. Neglecting the clothing catalogs that Lorelai had forced into his hands before she left, he swivels round on his stool and leans back against the bar, resting his elbows on the counter and surveying the clientele for familiar faces.

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[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal looks up from his coffee, spies the rugged fellow diner and raises his cup in Dr Jones's direction.

"Damn good coffee," he nods.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods back. "Too right."

He takes a moment to regard the unfamilar face. "New here... or just an occasional visitor?"

[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

"More occasional than not. Certainly not a regular."

Hal takes another long sip of coffee, returns his cup to the Bar and stands.

"The name's Hal. Pleased to meet you."

A ringed right hand is offered.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy shakes it firmly. "Indiana Jones. Permanent resident."

He takes an always welcome gulp of coffee. "Where are you from?"

[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

"Originally? Coast City. Earth."

Hal stops to consider the question.

"Actually ... make that an Earth, but not necessarily yours."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Right... makes sense. I've never heard of Coast City. I'm from the US around the mid-1930's. But I've been here almost seven months now... in bar time. I've met people from different Earth's than mine."

He decides to complete the intrduction properly.

"I was a professor of archeology in New York around the time I found this place... and... uh... I used to be commissioned by museums to find some of the more rare antiquities from my world."

[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal raises an eyebrow.

"Used to be? Whenever anyone used to be anything, especially with a pause like that, there's a story. In my case, I used to be an Air Force jockey, then a commercial test pilot for experimental jetcraft, then a ... well, it's probably simplest to say I was a superhero. After that ... well ... let's just say I've had some interesting experiences and met some fascinating people."

Hal smiles and shakes his head.

"So ... "

Hal can't help it.

"... any archeological digs going on in the Bar?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

Romana waves.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy flashes her a smile. "Hiya. Care to join me? The conversation coudl be as addictive as the coffee."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

Indy has a charming smile so of course she sits down. "Hopefully it won't make me anymore hyper."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Don't count on it. And the coffee probably won't help either." He chuckles at himself. "What've you been up to?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

"Mostly introducing myself to people which has lead to making friends which is wonderful. And trying to find a suitable companion for my next set of explorations."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Let's see... you've been here almost four days. Surely Meg must have run into you by now."

"Having any luck with that companion quest?" he enquires.

[mnt_mike]

"Hey sailor. You come here often?"

When did Mike show up? Why is he talking in a falsetto? And why is Alanna nearly crying next to him. Maybe it's the amethyst colored nightie that Mike is wearing. Just maybe.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is still having a hard time breathing.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's eyes narrow as he take in Mike's garb. This 'look' goes through many phases, starting with bewilderment, taking in amusement and finally some definite disgust.

He screws his face up momentarily, raises an eyebrow at the lady knight who is nearly doubled-up in mirth, and then settles back against the bar calmly.

"The black one is more fetching on you," he remarks offhandedly.

[mnt_mike]

In a stage whisper towards Alanna.

"HE'S JUST JEALOUS. HE KNOWS I HAVE NICER LEGS."

[the_lioness]

*She winks, imitating his whisper.* YOU DO. I'VE SEEN HIS. HIS KNEES ARE ALL WOBBLY. Grinning, she goes to stand beside Indy and looks at Mike with a critical eye.* He looks gorgeous, admit it. Now where's your nightie, Indiana Jones?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Under my pillow of course. Where else would it be?" he replies simply. "And... wobbly knees come with age. At least they aren't knobbly... or scaly."

He gives Mike a pointed glance and grimaces again as he gets too much of an eyeful of the negligee.

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd walks up to Indiana and bows graciously.

"Hello Indiana. How have you been keeping yourself?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Zedd," he nods back. "Not bad... yourself?"

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd smiles amusingly.

"I've been doing alright, but I haven't been able to cause enough chaos for my tastes lately."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You should talk to Eris." He points out the goddess (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3613950.html) with a grin. "She excels at causing chaos... it's kinda like her natural talent."

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd thinks for a moment.

"I think I will, thank you Indiana. I will have to talk with you soon though."

Zedd bows and walks off.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I didn't mean right now," Indy smirks. "But... as you wish."

"See you around."