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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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"It's more like guidelines," Andrew finished for him, and thought himself very clever.

"Yeah, nicely put."

He sits back. He's never really thought about any of this before. It just... Worked.

"I'll teach you a few set ones sometime, if you like. Then you can be ready to invent them."

"Yeah?" Andrew smiled. "That would be great." No, he really did mean that, even if his voice was monotone. He couldn't help it.

Guybrush is smart enough to sense doping, if only just.

"Great," he grins. "Just let me know when you're up for it."

"Definitely," Andrew answered. Yeah, right then was not such a good time for that. But soon.

Guybrush checks himself.

"So, ah. All of that was about me. Your turn."

"Oh, I'm not interesting at all. Just a guy from Jersey."

He waits.

"...And...? What do you do?"

"Right now, nothing." Andrew took another bite of turkey and chewed thoughtfully. "I used to be an actor."

Guybrush's eyes widen. "Oh, I love the theatre. What's it like?"

Disappointing.

"Uh, it's alright, I guess. It's not always easy to find work, though, so I did a lot of waiting tables."

He nods. "I know how hard it can be. I've always wanted to become a musical showman."

"There's a lot of competition," Andrew replied absently, taking another bite. "I got pretty regular work, though. Could have been worse."

"Y'did? Doing what?"

He orders another orange juice. He's conserving his mug supply.

"Mostly commercials, for television." Andrew paused. "You know what TV is?"

He squints a bit. "Can't say as I've heard of it. Is it a company?"

He thinks.

"And what's a commercial?"

Andrew chuckled. "Well, television is kind of like theatre, but on a screen. Um... That probably sounds weird." He paused, looking around for the TV. "C'mere," he directed, sliding from his stool and leading Guy over to the bar television set. The one that plays any show from any time or any universe. That one. No, his mun isn't making this up.

Andrew picked up the remote and peered down at it a moment before pushing several buttons.

"There," he pointed, as an episode of Friends began playing.

Guybrush obediantly follows, and watches Andrew use the strange device. He immediately boggles, and looks closer.

...No, no small things inside, it's a flat image. Like a moving painting, with sound. And laughter over the top? He knows there's some humour to what everybody's saying, but... What on Earth is that place they're in?

"Is it voodoo? And... What is this, on the screen? It all looks so strange... What's everything made of? I can barely see any wood."

He looks around.

"Wait. Actually, what's stuff here made of?"

"Well, this TV is kinda magical, yeah, but most aren't." Andrew blinked at him as Chandler made a quip in the background and the audience laughed. "What do you mean, what's stuff made of?"

He looks around and touches insert common plastic object here. "This smooth stuff. Half of the world seems to be made of it on that... TV."

"Uh, that's plastic. It's man-made. Don't ask me how, I was no good at science."

He looks back at the TV.

"What's the date? Not here, obviously... Where you come from? You're used to these things so."

"I'm from Earth. New Jersey, in the US. It was Fall of 2004 last I was there," Andrew answered, and flipped off Phoebe's rendition of "Smelly Cat."

"You?"

He blinks. "Wow. I thought the world would end by the 1800s."

He tugs at his beard a bit. "I'm from Mêlée Island™. It's part of the Tri-Island area."

It's roughly in the Caribbean, one might assume.

"Two thousand and four. Man. Long time. That explains all this stuff. Have they got things that can safely travel over the edge of the world, yet?"

Andrew stared back at Guy for a long moment, and then reached out a hand to rest reassuringly on his shoulder. "This is going to sound crazy, but the Earth is round," he said calmly.