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First Visit
She's walked into some odd things during fits of abstraction (a lamppost and Sherlock Holmes, to name just two), but as Mary Russell lowers her book and peers around her, it becomes apparent that this is no Oxford pub, and she wonders what, exactly, her penchant for perambulatory reading has gotten her into this time.
She notices the oddly dressed young man, the pretty young thing in Greek costume, the man with smoked glasses and...is that a tail? It's gone when she looks again. Then her gaze strays to the window and her eyes widen.
It seems that the paper on apocalyptic prophecy will require some extensive revision.
She notices the oddly dressed young man, the pretty young thing in Greek costume, the man with smoked glasses and...is that a tail? It's gone when she looks again. Then her gaze strays to the window and her eyes widen.
It seems that the paper on apocalyptic prophecy will require some extensive revision.
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Ace looks up from her seat by the fire when the door opens. It's an old habit, one she's not likely to break even though her hope of the one person she wants to come into the bar is frightfully slim.
Oh dear. Looks like there's another newcomer in the bar. Ace shoots the woman a friendly wave, in case she's looking for help.
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The girl appears to be sane. Key word being "appears."
"You'll have to explain further, I'm afraid."
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A tea set appears on the Bar, and Nita pats it. "Thanks." She picks up the platter and glances at Mary. "Table or Booth?"
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"Er, booth, please."
She pours herself a cup of tea, stirs in cream and three spoons of sugar, and takes a deep draught. It's delicious.
"Thank you, Bar," she says, and could swear the Bar gleams in response.
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The girl seems pleasant enough, with a streak of the same stubbornness that her aunt so despises.
"And how do you come to be in this place?"
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"The first time? I thought it was another room in the Doctor's TARDIS. Took forever for Tim, he's on security here, to convince me it wasn't some elaborate simulation. The second time... the second time was because the TARDIS exploded, and the fail-safes kicked me here instead of letting me die of rapid decompression. Nice of them, doncha agree?" Ace asks cheerily.
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It is. Mary Russell, of Oxford. And who might you be?
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Indeed. You're...dead?
Am I dead?
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I have an unfortunate habit of reading while walking that's gotten me into trouble before; this time I opened the door to my lodgings and found myself here instead. Though I must say the welcome I've received has been most gracious.
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A waitress wanders over with a tray and a smile. "Might want to watch out. Last time I did that, I almost bumped into one of the more powerful people in the bar." Her eyes twinkle furiously. "Welcome to Milliways bar."
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Yes, I think this may have finally cured me.
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I do apologise, but I need to be getting back. It was a pleasure to meet you, Elaine.
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"And in some of those universes, mine included -- there's magic."
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She is relieved to find that the door opens to let her out... think of what Mrs. Hudson would say if she disappeared!
But she will certainly return.
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Russell nods.
"Magic. All right. And the Speech is magical?"
That would explain why it exhibits no linguistic pattern that she can follow.
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"Exactly. Wizards in my world use the Speech to describe things, very accurately. It can be very dangerous -- there's a lot of power behind it, and if you describe something inaccurately. . ."
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"Well, of course. There's always enormous power behind words. If there were magic in my...er...universe, I'd expect it to be contained in speech as a matter of course.
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"There's a good chance it is in your universe, you just don't know it," Nita says with a mischevious smile. "Where and when are you from?"