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Sam nudges open the door in back of his closet again, and pokes his head through.

...

Bar's still there. Huh.

He strolls on in, pushing his hat higher on his head. It's unlikely the office would get visitors at the hour he's leaving from, and he wants to check this place out a little further. Having an interdimensional anomaly around is just too nifty -not- to poke at periodically.

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*Tim approaches, his badge "Milliways Bar Security: Deputy Chief" Pinned to his trenchcoat*

Hi, welcome to Milliways.

Sam takes a glance down at the badge on reflex, mostly because it's one he hasn't somehow gotten in a promotional offer from somewhere. "Ah yes, the local mounties!" He offers a large furred hand, "Pleasure to get in touch with you, m'Sam, I work in the field myself back home."

*Tim shakes his hand as if a talking dog is normal.*

Sir Timothy Hunter. I help keep this place sane.

Sam stuffs his hands back in his suit pockets. He is normal, as far as he's got anything to compare to. His field of comparison did just open up a bit, of course.

"Everything seems to be well in order from where I've been standing. But then I got here last night, gaped out the window, and talked to a friendly fellow with a smoking backpack and goo on him."

He pauses, and has to ask. "Now, y'are quite sure this isn't the back of my closet?" It could still be, after all.

Quite positive. This place exists outside of both time and space.

*Tim shrugs.*

It does take some getting used to.

Sam rubs at the back of his head a moment and thinks that over. "You're tellin' me..." Then he snaps his fingers. "Right. Fellow I met yesterday ran down a couple of rules and regulations, a pair of 'em actually, and hinted maybe there was a third he'd forgot. You seem likely to have 'em nailed down, mind if I ask for the offical take?"

*Tim ticks them off.*

No violence. No business. No sex or nudity in the bar. Be polite, we have children and deities here.

Sam ticks along with, then nods. "Right. First two I got, the others weren't included. So no high explosives to swat flies, no..."

Wait.

"Deities?"

*Tim spreads his arms to the sides.... and the he begisn to swell, towering upwards toa good twelve feet, his body huge and musculy, very Hercules looking, and then the part of his body inside the coat goes transculcent, showing his supstance to be a great stellar void, stars strectching into infinity inside him.*

Gods

Sam takes a couple of steps back, but hey, he's faced down a volcano god armed with only a big stick before. Nothing like having someone unmask themselves as made of stars right in front of you, though.

"...holy freakin' cats." he mutters, then "Right, good thing I'm not the trouble-making type. Or does everyone get a showing to clue them in?"

What he doesn't ask is "Does that count as an astral body?", even though he's thinking it. There's a time not to succumb to the urge to make awful jokes.

*Tim shrinsk back to normal.*

I like to give everyone a visual, so they know I'm for real and not just spouting off.

Sam sets to brushing himself off, because he's been sitting down for the last minute and hadn't noticed. Max would smack him one.

"An impressive and most effective display of bigness." he has to agree. "You've hit number two on my list of people never to cheese off."

*Tim can't resist.*

Who's number one?

Sam shrugs.
"M'partner, Max. He's a hyperkinetic lagomorph with a fuzzy moral compass. I've seen what he does to people who grate on him. It's very educational, biologically speaking."

*Tim stares. Sam and Max? oy.*

Ah, excuse me, duty calls.

*and Tim wanders off.*

Sam rubs his chin. Weird expression on that fellow at the end there. Huh.

Oh well.

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