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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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"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.

Guybrush stares back. He keeps a poker face for a good, ooh, two seconds, before bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Round! AAaahhaaha! Good one! ROUND! Hee!"

He attempts to calm himself down, but he's giggling a while.

"I wasn't joking," Andrew replied in monotone, his face blank.

"Round. Hoo. Whoever heaaahehehe. Round."

He goes to take a drink when Andrew speaks again. He gets the glass halfway to his mouth.

"Ahee. Hoo. Ahh... Ah.. You're... You're serious."

Or a really good-

"Wait, you're an actor. You're REALLY good. Almost had me for a second there."

"I wasn't acting," Andrew reiterated calmly.

Guybrush blinks, and looks a tad shellshocked.

"But... How does stuff... Stay on?"

[OOC: Mun is severely sleep-deprived, and so must go. Slowtime for the sake of keeping it going/reaching a conclusion?]

"Uh..." Andrew was in no position to try and explain that. So, he faltered for a moment before an idea came to him.

"There's this guy comes in here all the time named Ray. He's about, er-" Andrew motioned with his hand. "Yea high. Brown hair. Really friendly, talks constantly." He paused, his hand falling down at his side again. "Ask him, he can explain to you."

Andrew seemed satisfied by this. Sorry, Ray.

"I-" Suddenly, Andrew's eyes grew as wide as saucers as he caught sight of something across the room. "Gotta go. Watch out for the dinosaur." And before you could say Chris Columbus, Andrew had skittered back upstairs again.

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