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

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

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.

*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.*

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."

*With equal amiability:* Hi.

New here?

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?"

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

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

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

"Alain Johns."

So uh ...

What brings you here?

He looks wry.

"I died."

"I'm told that's not uncommon as an entrance, here. It wasn't what I was expecting, for certain."

...Oh. Sorry to hear that.

*He looks a bit uncomfortable. You'd think he'd be used to this by now, but he's never sure quite how to respond to someone telling him of their own death.*

Good thing Alain has absolutely no intention of giving details, then. He makes a don't worry about it gesture.

"How did you find it?"

By accident. It was the middle of the night, I was going for a drink of water, I stepped through a door and I was here. Been stuck here ever since.

*He rattles it off with the cadence of something he's repeated many times by now.*

"Ah. You don't seem to mind it, at least."

Well...

It's a good place. There's good people here.

He smiles.

"Yes, there are."

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