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Alain's in the bar. Sitting at a table, with coffee and tobacco, and a hardback book. It's a book for beginning readers, with large print and very simple text. He's focusing on rolling a cigarette for the moment, with the book closed beside him.

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*I do not recall if Tim and Alain have ever met, but even if they have not, they are about to now. Tim has just executed a rather nifty triple spin on his flying skateboard, and landed in a small heap under Alains table.*

Ow... damn, gotta work on my landing.....

They have not. Although Alain saw him around the bar, and then saw him die.

He blinks, and then peers under the table. "Might be a good idea. Hello."

*Tim pulls himself out from udnerneath, brushing himself off.*

Theres just no way to make an avoidance spell that doesn't take all the fun out of doing this.

*Tim blinks.*

Ah, Hi.

"I'll take your word for it."

A quick smile. "Alain Johns. You'd be Ace's Tim?"

*He bobs his head.*

Indeed I would be. Pleasure to meet you mister johns.

Amiably, "Likewise." With a smile, "I was glad to hear you'd made it back." And if there's any faint wish that a return from death could have been so simple and straightforward for them -- Eddie no longer a gunslinger, split minds and Jake's impending fourth death -- Alain is used to stifling such. Ka was never fair, and there never was any point in asking it to be. And he is genuinely glad for Ace, and for Tim.

"How do you fare?"

Cuthbert approaches. He has coffee, as usual, but also a shiny copper star pinned to the breast of his shirt. He looks quite proud of it.

"Long days and pleasant nights."

"May you have twice the number." A glance at the badge, and an inquisitive head-tilt. "That's new."

"Yar, Got it from Tim over the weekend."

Cuthbert takes a seat next to Alain, and starts rolling his own cigarette. After a moment, he nods toward the book. "You're starting learning English, then?"

He nods. "Thought I'd give it a try, anyway. Svava lent me the books." Wryly, "Does the spelling start to make sense?"

Cuthbert snorts. "Eventually."

He shrugs lightly. "I didn't have an easy time of it at first, but security mostly communicates through notes, so I kept at it."

He nods in understanding.

"I've managed so far, but..." A shrug. "May as well, I wot. Get a better idea of it, anyway."

Cuthbert opens his mouth to reply--and then freezes (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/5094141.html?mode=reply), staring over Alain's shoulder as the door flies open.

All the color drains from his face in an instant, leaving him pale and wide-eyed.

"Gods be kind--"

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