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There once was a man with a gun
Who (back in the day) chased folks on the run.
Then he came to a bar
(From his world rather far)
And then he sat by the fire and read The Lord of the Rings with a carafe of coffee sitting beside him.

It's a Saturday night. Roland's planning to enjoy it.

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"You better bloody well believe it. That was absolutely wicked!" Ace and modesty? Haven't met yet.

"Reckon you don't have much opportunity to use that stuff, here."

"Not much, no, more's the pity." She does look rather downcast at that. "Though Tim's... he's on security... has promised to rig sommat up for me so I can practice a bit."

Roland nods. "It is well."

Ace looks slightly confused.
"Which is? That I don't use it often, or that I'll get to practice?"

"Practice." A pause. "Good to practice, with a weapon. Especially a volatile one."

Ace nods, the wicked grin back.
"It's very calming. Very... what's the word... oh. Theraputic." And that's what she'll tell anyone who asks. Never mind that it's just good to see a big bang.

Roland can understand practice being calming, but not necessarily practicing with explosives. Since, you know, they're...loud.

"You say true."

"I try. It's easier to remember. Most of the time." Loud? Who cares? She's a tweenager, she enjoys loud to an unhealthy degree.

Roland snorts.

Ace beams. Score one for Perivale.

And finally he puts his placemarker in his book. "What is your where and when?"

Ace's book disappears under her chair for safe-keeping.
"Errr... one of the tough questions. Originally, England, on Earth, 1987. You?"

"Also a difficult question. I am of Gilead that was."

"Was? Not anymore?" Aces fall under the same category as cats when it comes to curiosity.

"Not any more. The world moved on."

"It has a rather annoying tendency to do that, doesn't it?" Ace agrees.

"It's the way of things." A pause. "Has yours moved on?"

"It's still there, but there's not much of a place for me." She doesn't seem to upset about the whole thing. That's just the way it is.

Roland nods. "The same with Gilead. Or that was how it was, when I left."

"You think you'd have a place now?" Honest question, fueled by unstoppable curiosity.

He shakes his head. "Never in life." A pause. "And you?"

"Nope. They didn't know what to do with me when I was just a delinquent. They'd try to lock me up if I told them I was a pyro and a time-traveller who lives in a bar at the end of the universe." None too upset about that either. It's their loss, after all.

He studies her. "Are you Bound here?"

"I was... and then I kinda got knocked out of the bar for a while, and then got thrown back... I tried the door the other day, but I"m not sure if it didn't open because I'm bound, or it didn't open because there's no 'there' to go back to." She looks a good deal more subdued at this.