I am at home with the me who is on this adventure.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

There were moments when you stopped to think, and there were moments when you just had to rely on instinct. Martin Blank was experiencing one of the second. The mark wasn't supposed to move in his sleep. Martin had done the research; the guy slept like a fucking log. Yet, he had moved. Moved in that critical moment when the viscous, blue liquid designed to silently slip the life from him should have been landing in his open, snoring mouth. It had never made it, the mark had woken, and now Martin, in a frenzy of adrenaline, was taking the stairs in a jump to kick the guy's hotel door down and put a bullet in his head instead.

Yet, when the door flew back and Martin moved inside, he didn't find himself in a hotel room at all, but rather a bar.

What the fuck?

He swung around to look behind him, and then whipped back, his gun still held up next to his face, pointed at the ceiling. It was fair to say that Martin looked a little out-of-sorts. He was certain he'd kicked the right door in, and furthermore, this hotel didn't have a bar.

Especially not with patrons like this.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

[ooc: YAY!!!! *fangirling*]

*Penny wanders over*

I'd put that away if I were you.

*she grins*

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Maybe he was dead. That would explain it. It was probably Grocer, the bastard. The corners of Martin's mouth turned down just a bit, but then he realized that the girl probably had a point. He tucked his gun back into its holster under his suit jacket, and eyed the blonde warily.

"Where am I?" he asked, completely direct and looking a little nervous.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Milliways, bar at the end of the Universe. They frown on violence and outside buisness here, so your gun would only get you in trouble. Someone obviously thought you needed a break from your world. I don't know if you're bound or not, but some people can come and go.

I'm Penny.and we should probably get you a drink before I continue.

*she grins*

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

"That would be a very good idea. Something strong." Very strong.

Martin's eyes were constantly moving as they made their way to the bar, marking the locations of everyone in the place and whether they looked even remotely suspicious. So far, it seemed pretty innocent, and if he was dead, he didn't suppose he needed to worry. But for now, he stood with his back to the bar, as that felt safest.

"What world is this, if I'm not in my world anymore?" he asked, voice clipped.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Okay, then I'l introduce you to the Bar and so we can get you a drink. She's sentient so you need to be nice to her.

*she talks to the bar*

We got a new guy here, honey and he needs a drink.

* drink appears oun the Bar, Penny hands it to the new guy*

It's not a world, It's a bar.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

"Okay, but the bar has to exist in some world, doesn't it?" Martin replied quickly, and accepted the scotch, which he downed in one gulp. "Could I have another please?" he asked the bar after he dropped his glass back on the bartop, and was obliged. The second he didn't drink as quickly, but rather held in his hand as he continued looking around, edgy. "I mean, unless we're talking about some kind of existential thing, in which case I'd really rather get back into literals and not discuss how the whole world is a bar and we're all drunks."

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*she laughs*

It's not existential. Okay, There's a bunch of worlds, right. Well they all meet up here. The term I've heard is multiverse. This place is a meeting place for everybody, from anytime or any place. There are angels and demons and fairytale characters and superheroes. This is just a place for the worlds to combine and have a drink.

Oh and the universe is dying outside the window but that doesn't really effect the bar that much.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Martin furrowed his brow, taking all of this in with a very serious expression. "Okay, answer me this: Am I dead, dreaming, on drugs, or none of the above?" He took a sip from his glass.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

None of the above. There are dead people. Death is here, sometimes, but she doesn't work in the bar.


Chances are, if you weren't any of those things before you got here you aren't now.

*she grins*

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

"Death is a person named Death, or Death as in a personification of the act?" Martin replied immediately, his words almost running over each other in their haste. He was also motioning with his hands, as if what he was talking about was very important.

"So what you're telling me is that I am in another dimension, at the end of the universe, with people from many different worlds, and a bar that gives you whatever you ask?" You could tell he was trying to work it all out in his mind and fit everything into its proper place.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Her name is Death and it's what she does. She's the one you meet when it's all said and done. But here she just hangs out.

*she grins*

Yep. Don't try to figure it out.

*she pats him on the head*

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

"You should probably put the gun down," came a suggestion from one end of the bar. The voice sounded young, but extremely calm.

There was a teenage girl perched on a bar stool near the wall, watching the newcomer carefully. Although it was probably impossible to tell, she was poised for attack if it were necessarily. The only reason she hadn't done so already was because from the body language she was reading, this man was confused about his whereabouts.

So the Asian girl sat there, now silent, dark eyes watching the man carefully and intensely.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Martin eyed the girl. She was iffy, he could tell that right away. Nevertheless, she didn't seem to be any immediate threat, and so he lifted his palms up to indicate the gun was away.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Well look. Situation averted. If only her nightly patrols were so easy to take care of...but then again, that would take some of the thrill away from it. Not that she overly enjoyed dealing with perps.

But she had figured out that this was no common perp from the moment she had spotted him. As much as she hated it, she recognized what category of criminals he fit into.

"You're new here, aren't you?" She asked with a cock of her head. Hey, at least her speech was improving, even if her social skills were not.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

"What, I don't look like a regular? Was it the disoriented expression or the pistol-waving that gave it away?" Martin replied dryly. She didn't scare him, not even remotely. However, no one had paid him to kill her, so he had no interest in killing her unless she did something stupid.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

This was one of the reasons that speech was so overrated. With body language, you didn't have to deal with sarcasm. Most of the time, anyway. It was a good thing she had some exposure thanks to the rest of the Batclan.

"It was only a question." And Cassandra wasn't trying to be intimidating. Not here. She knew very well the rules and how seriously they were enforced.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Damn. Now he felt guilty. That was happening more and more lately.

"Sorry," he began, and paused, taking a breath. Focus, that was it. Focus on the now. Even if the now was completely fucking out there. "This is a bit unusual for me, the whole 'end of the universe' thing." He made quotation marks with his fingers for emphasis.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

She nodded at that. It was perfectly understandable. Even though she herself had not freaked out upon arrival but had merely accepted what she was told with a sense of disbelief...well, she'd gotten used to being here. For her, it really wasn't a matter of where Milliways was located but just that it existed.

"Most people get used to it," she tried to supply helpfully. She had adapted with it because most of her life consisted of a series of unexpected events anyway.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

"They say you can get used to anything if you experience it long enough." Martin paused, and then frowned. It sounded stupid now that he'd said it. No one got used to Chinese water torture, for instance.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Something along the same lines as the Chinese water torture thought crossed Cassandra's mind as well, but she decided to keep that to herself. Really, she was off the job right now. She needed to be -- what did Oracle call it? -- normal.

Well, as normal as you could be meeting a gunman at a bar at the end of the universe, she figured.

"This is...not an unpleasant place to be. Most of the time, you forget it's supposedly at the end of the universe." Really, the end of the universe was probably still a better place to be than Gotham.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Martin took a look around as if to confirm her claim. "I could think of worse places than this." He paused. "Much worse, actually." He'd been in much worse places, many times.

"You come here a lot?" It might have been construed as a pick-up line were it not for his tone of voice and expression.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Cassandra had to agree that there were worse places to be, and she had also been to many places. Hell, she lived in one of those places, as much as she loved her city. Living on the streets for most of her adolecent life hadn't created any illusions about the city of crime.

"From time to time, if I have the time." She didn't have a set schedule, considering what she did for a living. Well, she didn't really get paid for it. "It gives me a place to...socialize. Which I'm told I need to do more of."

[gone_byebye]

[OOC: Oh, this should be fun, given the visuals involved...]

Having finished his coffee, Ray was just getting lunch from the Bar when the door opened. Blinking a bit, he looked up at the new guy- who, it had to be said, at least hadn't fallen out of the air the way it seemed a lot of people were doing lately.

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

Martin narrowed his eyes at the guy, but determined that he wasn't a threat. He looked too nerdy. The t-shirt indicated that much. Absently, Martin wondered when the last time the guy had gotten laid, if he ever had.

[gone_byebye]

Well, that was safe enough, then. It looked as if the newcomer was being greeted and looked after, anyway. Ray opted to leave this one to the professionals, such as they were, and headed off into the seating area with his sandwich blissfully unaware of the fact that he was being assessed. Some people just don't pay attention the way they should.