milliways_bar | Entrance Post

~~Bwah ha ha, the acting lessons are paying off...~~

Ace blinks at the miss... it's been a rather long time since she's been called 'miss'. Usually, once they find out she's with the Doctor, it's 'hey you' or 'STOP!'. Very interesting.
"Welcome to Milliways, the bar at the end of the galaxy. I'm Ace, how'd'y do?" She offers Grissom her hand.

Grissom tries not to react to her statement, and cordially shakes her hand. "Gil Grissom. This is...the end of the universe?" He decides that sitting down would be a good idea.

"There's a chair right b'hind you." Ace notes sympathetically. This place is a shock to the system, after all. She waves a hand at the observation window. "Yup. End of the universe. All of them. In every meaning of 'end' that you can think of."

He sits down. "If this is the end of the universe...how are we not being destroyed?"

The shock is wearing off, and his scientific mind is now becoming engaged. "How is it possible for us to be here? How do we get here, for that matter?"

Ace scrambles to catch up.
"Beats me chief, beats me chief, and I think some sort of inter-dimentional portals. In that order, if it helps." See Ace being helpful! Well no. She's just not so good on the how things work portion of life. She's more into the 'how things come apart during explosions' sort of thing.

He shakes his head. "The end of the universe. Th end of every universe. I would think myself delusional if I did not know better."

He looks back at Ace. "I was looking for a col--a friend of mine. I don't know if she would be here, she certainly has never mentioned this place."

Ace looks curious. This is to be expected. At all times.
"Yeah? I might know her, I'm rather stuck here, and so I try to meet the regulars."

He rubs a hand over his face. "She was unduly terminated from her position and I'm worried about her. Her name is Sara--Sara Sidle."

"Oh yeah! I know her, taller than me, dark hair, shouldn't have been fired?" She grins, it's not exactly a pleasant grin. "She made me promise not to do anything to this Ecklie of yours. Sounds like a right bastard."

Grissom feels very relieved. At least she is safe. "I'm glad she spoke about it with someone. She left us messages on our cell phones and took off. I was..worried."

"And I would also appreciate it if nothing happened to Ecklie. I would be forced to investigate it, and my judgement could be compromised." He smiles though. This Ace does seem like a nice character.

"Bother. It'd just be a little explosion..." She doesn't look hopeful though. Oh well. She'll just have to wait for the next invasion of monsters from the realm of darkness. It's Milliways... she shouldn't have to wait too long.
"I think she's back in Vegas at this point. She had to get some things for a party a friend is holding tomorrow." She doesn't mention the party is being hosted by an archeologist adventurer and a giant turtle. She does know what mercy is, after all.

His face darkens at the mention of explosions. "All the same, I'd rather you not. We've had..experiences, with explosions."

Experiences indeed. He could still remember the sick sense of helplessness when he saw Greg's unmoving body, the fierce rage when he saw Sara's injuries.

"Then I must have missed her. I left a message. I hope she will at least call." He raises an eyebrow at the mention of a party. Sara normally avoids such things.

Ace raises an eyebrow back.
"Bad experiences with bombers then? It's a pity people can't be more responsible about their explosives." She tsks. This from a girl who believes most anything can be fixed with a good explosion.
"And I don't think she's been home since she got fired. It was rather a shock. Even if she did know he was a world-class git." If Ecklie ever comes in here, he'd better be careful around this particular pyro.

"Not a bomber. A lab accident. Some flamable liquids were left too close to an active fume hood. We were lucky no one was killed." And Catherine had been lucky she hadn't been fired.

He sighs. "He is a--world class git, you said?--and is very much in love with kissing political ass and making himself look good. He fired her to hurt me, more than to attack her, if that is any consolation. Which I know it truly isn't all the same." Wow. Grissom has opened up more to Ace in the past five minutes than he has to Sara in the past five years. He feels faintly ashamed.

Ace is good at getting under defences like that. It's part of the charm. She whistles at the description of the lab accident.
"Yeah, I did that once. When I was first getting into explosives. I was lucky only part of the chemistry building fell down." She looks slightly guilty at that, but moves on quickly.
"All the same? He comes in here, and I'm going to take great pleasure in getting him into as many sticky situations as possible. The possibilities are nearly endless, here."

Grissom winces sympathetically.

"I don't know if he ever will. I'm not certain how I would up here myself." He shrugs slightly. "Are there any rules I should know about the place?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose I should give you the run-down. Much easier to be told than finding out yourself and all that." Ace stops to think for a moment, then launches into the semi-official and Ace-modified spiel.
"No business in the bar, no naked in the bar, no violence in the bar. Death drinks here, don't make her work on her time off. Be nice to the babies, don't ask Snow White about the dwarves, and if it wears black, it can probably kill you with a thought." She pauses. "Oh. And the Oompa Loompas are real, not a hallucination."

Grissom nods during her narrative, managing not to gape like a fish at the mention of Death, Snow White, and the Oompa Loompas. Just barely though.

A thought occurs. "What exactly do you mean by 'business'?"

"Well... if someone from your world shows up, and they are someone you'd rather kill, or beat up, or generally harass, then you have to leave them alone. It goes both ways. Oh, and if you want to do whatever it is you do outside of here, in here? Clear it with the head barman first." Ace explains.

"I see." He nods slowly.

Something is scurrying around his feet. He looks down and sees rats. "Is this normal?"

"Oh. Yeah, they're the waitrats. There's a lot of people here, and not so many servers... so the rats were kinda conscripted. They're quite hygenic, don't worry." She offers, in her best reassuring tone.

He chuckles at that. "I suppose when comparing being at the end of the universe to having rats as waiters, it does not seem so strange."

"I hope the bar can accept my world's currency."

Ace snickers.
"If it can handle the sort of currency I've been throwing at it, I'm sure it can take US dollars. Even if you lot have really boring looking money." Honestly. Even English pounds look more interesting.

He smirks. "I'm not responsible for the design, and I would seriously wonder about the state of the government if it devoted time to sprucing up our money."

He sighs and looks at one of the rats. "May I have a glass of water?" The rat scampers off.

He gives Ace a slight smile. "So what is your story?" If he's going to be here, he might as well get to know the people of the joint.

Oh, poor Grissom. And he was just beginning to feel normal too...

"Oh, I travelled about with a Time Lord, they're from Gallifrey, and generally saved the universe a lot. And blew things up. Did both when I could. It was great fun." She beams happily.

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