Breakfast at Milliways - millichannel Marker

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*Garion scampers downstairs, tosses on the apron, starts the kettle and the coffee, and turns to the bar in general*

Anyone for breakfast?

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry looks up form his book and takes notes of the barkeep.

"Good morning. You're not Richard. Which seems sort of obvious."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he nods with a smile*

Richard's taking some time to raise his new baby and I needed a job so...thus you find me here.

*he holds out his hand*

I'm called Garion by most. Nice to meet you.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Another baby. Hadn't heard. Good to know though."

Barry shakes Garion's hand.

"Barry Allen. Glad to meet you as well. I assume you've been in Bar a while?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he nods*

A few months. My wife and I have a room upstairs. Nice to meet you, Barry.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

He smiles, a little.

"You managed to bring your wife with you. Interesting. And a bit unusual. My wife is still out there. Though in my case, I suspect that being dead, it was probably time to move on. Still, it could have been...different." For a split second, Barry feels a tiny twinge of guilt.

"Any recommendations to go with a cup of mocha?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he shrugs*

I don't drink coffee so I can't really suggest anything, but I've never known toast to go wrong with much.

*he smiles*

As for my wife, she stumbled in a day after I did. The first night was rather...rough.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Toast? You know, that's about the one thing no one ever recommends here. People tend to be a bit elaborate. But it sounds like a good idea for breakfast.

"And a refill. Make sure it's decaf." He takes a sip.

"Well, at least you had each other to muddle on through with. Where are you from?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he smiles and serves up a plate of toast before refilling his drink*

I'm a mostly a Rivan by birth, but I was raised in Sendaria. Since that...probably doesn't mean anything to you, I'll just say I'm not from Earth but a world whose name I don't know and there aren't many from there to be found here.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm afraid it means nothing to me. But it's always interesting to meet folks from worlds that aren't Earths. I know a number of people from the Disc, and met someone last week from a nameless world.

"Would you happen to know Moraine? Maybe she's from your world.

"In any case, I'm from Earth. I assume that Central City, Misouri would mean nothing to you." He smiles.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he shakes his head*

Not a thing. Sorry.

*he shakes his head again with a sheepish shrug*

I don't know anyone named Moraine from home but who knows? Though it doesn't sound like any name from any country I know at home. Possibly Drasnian but...

*he shrugs*

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Didn't think so. About either part. But sometimes it helps to ask, to get a better context." He takes a bite of toast. It has butter and raspberry jam, and Barry likes this.

"What sort of world is yours? Technological or magicial?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Since I don't know what the word 'technological' is, I think I'm the other one. I know what magic is. And sorcery.

*he grins*

I'm a sorcerer. Well...sort of. I've got a while to go figuring things out, but I can use the Will and the Word.

[ooc: and unfortunately, I have to go now]

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry nods, having figured that a nameless world would likely not have much in the way of advanced tech.

"Well, this is a good place to learn about sorcery. Assuming that your methods are compatible with theirs."

Barry then drinsk a bit more coffee and enjoys his toast.

[ooc: seeya!}