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In spite of his reassurance from Tim the previous day, Andrew did a quick dino-check at the bottom of the stairs anyway. Fortunately, the raptor was nowhere to be seen, and so our intrepid Woobie moved safely to the bar, where he ordered some turkey and dressing.

Mmmm, comfort food. Come say hello, make him smile. Or just try and increase his heart rate.



[Summary: 1. Andrew meets Guybrush, and is surprised to learn that he is an actual pirate and not just dressed for a party. They discuss the miracle of television, and Andrew breaks it to Guy that the world is round before directing him to have Ray explain it and then running away in dino-phobia. 2. Andrew meets Angelina (Who mistakes him for Raph- Yes, it's still happening), and is not the world's best conversationalist. Lithium can do that to a guy.]

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A pirate struts up next to him and orders a drink that is quite clearly eating the cup. He nods.

"Ahoy. Can I get you one?"

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Andrew blinked and then looked around in confusion. "Is there another party?"

[amightypirate.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "Not that I know of, I'm just trying to get to know people better. Name's Guybrush," he says, extending a hand. "Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate."

The mug has melted a little.

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Andrew shook with a slight nod, although he still didn't look much less confused. "You're just a pirate, then, all the time?" He blinked down at the cup. "Uh, you might want to watch that." He pointed.

[amightypirate.livejournal.com]

"Hm? Oh."

He grabs the meltymug and downs the contents in one. He pops the mug into his jacket pocket and replaces it with a non-damaged one. He looks into the pocket.

"I wonder what I'll do when I run out of those. Ah well."

He looks back at the man he was addressing. "Uh... Yeah. Pirate. Mighty. It's.. What I do. I hunts fer booty and solves puzzles."

He looks distant for a moment.

"So many puzzles..."

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Andrew eyed the "pirate" warily. "I'm Andrew. I am not a pirate," he offered. He almost waved his hand in front of the fellow's face to get his attention again, as he seemed to have zoned out.

"You new here?"

[amightypirate.livejournal.com]

Guybrush snaps out of it.

"Andrew, gotcha. Like I say, I'm Guybrush, but you can call me Guy. Prevents any problems with the name. And yeah, I arrived a couple of days ago. Just sort of... taking the place in, at the moment. It's a little surreal."

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"Yeah, it is that," Andrew replied with a faint smile. "You Bound?" he asked casually, cutting his turkey with the side of his fork.

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He nods, chewing at his lip. "Yeah. Not quite sure what to make of that, really. I mean, I can't leave this place. Creepy. But, if I did I'd end up back in the Carnival of the Damned being chased by a zombie pirate out to send me to a dimension of infinite torment."

He shrugs.

"So, it's not all bad. At least here they do good grog and I can sleep."

Ish.

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"Hmm," Andrew mused as he chewed a bit of turkey. "They do have good food here. You should try the turkey." He just kind of glossed over that whole 'Carnival of the Damned' part.

"I'm Bound, too," he replied after he swallowed. "Well, not really, but might as well be. It's kinda a weird thing. I can't get back home, though, so I feel ya."

[amightypirate.livejournal.com]

He hmms. Nice food. It'd make a change to his usual sustenance. He scritches at his beard and asks the bar for turkey, and things that were plants, and orange juice. Gotta keep the scurvy at bay.

He picks up a turkey drumstick, because what else would a pirate want? He takes a chunk out of it and proceeds to talk with his mouth full.

"You can't get home? Why's that? Oop, sorry."

He picks a small bit of errant food from Andrew's arm.

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Andrew eyed the stray bit of turkey with mild concern. "Uh, 's okay," he replied. Apparently, pirates were not so great with manners.

"I don't know why. When I open the door, it goes somewhere else. Not my world. It's just weird. Some people say the bar keeps you here when you have a lesson to learn." He shrugged noncommitally.

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Guybrush snorts derisively. "What possible lesson could I have to learn? Everything I do feels like I'm being guided. Probably by that voodoo woman."

[capt_angie]

*Angie moves from her seat a little way down the bar to one next to Andrew.*

Hey hun... where've you been hiding?

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Andrew looked over at her, brows arched. "I'm not Raph," he answered. Although he had been hiding.

[capt_angie]

*She blinks.*

You're not?

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"No," Andrew replied calmly. "Raph has brown eyes. I'm Andrew."

[capt_angie]

Really? Can't say I ever noticed his eye colour...

I'm Angie.

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"Hi, Angie," Andrew replied with a faint smile, and offered his hand. "It's easier to see the differences when we're next to each other."

[capt_angie]

*She takes his hand, and shakes it.*

Probably. So where do you come from?

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"Jersey, 2004," Andrew replied, picking up his fork again. "You?"

[capt_angie]

London, 1997.

*She takes a sip of her butterbeer.*

How long have you been coming here?

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"Just under two months, I think it is," Andrew answered, taking a gulp from his Coke. "How do you know Raph?"

[capt_angie]

*Angie laughs remembering the first time she met Raph.*

There was a lake party just after I started coming here, about a year ago. Raph was still a turtle at the time. He threw me in the lake.

Also I was the one who started the chain of events that made him human.

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"Oh yeah? Good job with that," Andrew smirked, albeit faintly. "He looks good."