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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew. Table. Large plate of fried paradoxes.*

*He's munching on one, and eyeing the others pensively.*

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[gone_byebye]

"Something smells good," says Ray, whose instinct for fried foods is nearly as strong as Pete Venkman's. "Hi, Andrew."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew looks up and smiles.*

Hey, Ray. Fried paradoxes. Want one?

[gone_byebye]

Ray looks down at the paradoxes. "Sure, I guess," he says, picking one up. "What were they before they were fried?" He sniffs at the one in his hand. "Is there sour cream?"

[stilljustandrew]

You could probably get some from the bar.

*Munch.*

[gone_byebye]

Ray nods, ordering that and his usual beer.

"Okay, yeah, this is really good... listen, Andrew, when you get the chance I have something I wanna show you."

[stilljustandrew]

Sure, what?

[gone_byebye]

"Body switching machine," Ray says. "Flash doesn't want me to keep it, says it's too dangerous, but I thought you should at least see before I sent it back to the woman who made it for me."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew just looks at Ray for a moment.*

Body. Switching. Machine.

[gone_byebye]

"Yeah. From another galaxy, actually, courtesy of said galaxy's most intelligent inhabitant. Washu was pretty cool about the whole thing."

He considers the paradoxes in front of him and asks the bar for some red wine vinegar as well.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander waves and walks over.*

Whoa, what're those?

[stilljustandrew]

Fried paradoxes. They're really good. Want one?

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

... Sorry, I'm on a strict "food-only" diet. Paradoxes are out. But if it makes you happy ...

*He slides closer to Andrew and lowers his voice.*

Do you know what your girlfriend's done with those karaoke pictures?

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew winces.*

Yeah. She took them home. I can't get to them unless she takes me there, and she's not likely to anytime soon...

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*with the tone usually taken by the main character in an action film* We've got to get those pictures back. We've got to ... go in.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew nods, appropriately grimly.*

We need a plan.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Is there any way you can get to those pictures? At all? Think hard, here.

[stilljustandrew]

I can't leave the bar on my own at all. And I don't know if anyone else can get me to Meg's time...

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

There's a gunslinger in the area.

He's not looking around for someone to talk to, especially, but he's open to it. Much friendlier-looking than Roland, for certain, although really that's not hard. He might happen to catch Andrew's eye.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew sees the new guy. It's a new guy he doesn't recognize from the movies. That's a pleasant change.*

*He waves, a little.*

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain smiles, and nods a greeting. Waving back is difficult when you have coffee in one hand and a plate in the other.

He comes over, instead. Amiably, "Long days and pleasant nights."

[stilljustandrew]

*With equal amiability:* Hi.

New here?

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, and sets the plate down on the edge of the table, since standing there with both hands full seems a bit awkward.

"Fairly new. A little over a week since I arrived, I think. You're not, I take it?"

[stilljustandrew]

I've been here, oh, months. I don't even know how long.

*He offers a hand.* I'm Andrew.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He switches the coffee to his left hand, and shakes.

"Alain Johns."

[stilljustandrew]

So uh ...

What brings you here?