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Random stands over him, looking down.
"Mind if I join you? You look like you could use an opponent."

"I don't mind, have a seat," Seth said, moving his feet off the other seat so Random can sit. "Playing checkers alone is...boring. I was hoping somebody would come along and challenge me. But I warn you. I am the master of checkers."

Random smiles, plonking himself into the offered seat.
"Sounds like playing badminton with a wall."
He looks at the chess board, then looks up.
"I guess you can teach me then. It's been a century since I last played."
He raises his eyebrows, and idly picks up a piece.
"Literally."

Seth nods slowly, setting all the pieces back into place. "Alright. You be red, and I'll be black. What you do is, you try to manuever around the board, and capture the other players pieces. You can move this way, or this way, and even this way," he says, using his finger to demonstrate the types of moves. "It's pretty simple, really, but it's all about strategy. You wanna go first?"

Random smiles, and slowly moves one piece forwards.
"I'm Random, by the way. Prince of Amber."
He bites his bottom lip and looks up at Seth.

"Riiiight. Well, Random, I'm Seth Cohen. Prince of Nothing." Seth smiles and moves one of his owen pieces.

Random snickers.
"Want to trade? I'm warning you through, Amber comes with assassins, paperwork and people trying to rip out your soul. And if you call me 'Lord' and stuff, I'll bite you. My name's Random."
He moves a piece, looking intently at the board, then up at Seth.

Seth snorts his laughter, puzzling it out before making his next move. "I think I'm just find with being me, thanks. But I don't have a problem with calling you Random, since that's your name and all."

Random looks at the board for a long moment, before moving.
"Oh God, I just had this half hour conversation with a bard who apparently has short term memory loss. Lord Random sounds terrible though. Like Earl Something-Or-Other. It brings to mind a paunchy old gentleman with a red face and a taste for ale."
Random's skinny, young, and drinks tea. And he won't ever change.

"Actually, a paunchy old gentleman with a red face and a taste for ale describes my grandpa," Seth said, moving and jumping one of Random's pieces, collecting it from the board. "Or, well, it described him before he died I guess I should say. But yeah, don't wanna go there right now."

"Hey, no problem."
He smiles, and moves a piece.
"How long have you been coming to Milliways?"

Seth stared down at the board quietly. "I just got here a few days ago. What about you?"

Random grins.
"You too, eh? Yeah. Me as well. Last week."
He waits for Seth's move.
"I don't mean to pry, but what universe are you from?"
Random's from Amber. He's dressed in medieval costume, with a deep brown tunic and black trousers.

"I'm from earth," Seth says, moving his next piece slowly across the board. "The year 2005." It's pretty obvious that he's just a normal teenager, in his khaki pants and polo shirt. "What about you?"

He smiles.
"Ah, Earth. I've been visiting there, very recently. I was in New England. A lovely group of people, the Puritans. If somewhat exasperating, at times."
He pauses, watching the board.
"I'm from Amber. 17479211 After Founding."

Seth nods slowly, not even pretending to understand anything Random had just said. "Right. Puritans. That's an east coast group of people, right? Because I'm from California, and if they're not rich, snobby, or a drunk, I probably have no idea who you're talking about. Your move."

Random snickers.
"Seth, I'm a prince. Do you honestly think I"m going to assume you're a snob?"
He picks up one of the little circles, and jumps over two of Seth's.
"My last visit was a few hundred years ago, so they might not be there any more. At the time, Europe was discovering the new continent. The Americas."

"Well, I'm not a snob, I don't guess, but everyone I knows is," Seth says, moving another piece closer to Random's side of the board. "A few hundred years ago? Yeah. The Puritans are more then likely gone now."

Random sighs.
"Ah well. They had it coming, I suppose. Their reaction to the Quakers was essentially juvenile."
He stares at the board for a moment. He moves a piece.
"I know how you feel. I have perfectly dignified aristocratic brothers, who look down on me for 'consorting with the masses.'

Seth sighs as well.

"Your brothers sound a lot like my step-grandma Julie Cooper. If it were up to her we'd put this big plastic bubble around Newport to keep people who don't meet her standards from coming in."

Random winces.
"You've got them pegged. Well, most of them, anyhow. It's why I don't spend much time with them. Which is why they concentrate extra hard on sucking out my soul or lopping off my head and whatnot."

"Well, at least here you're safe from any soul sucking or....head lopping off...ness," Seth says, shaking his head as though to clear his mind as he makes his next move.

"In theory, yes. I have run into a brother here though. He might have a few things to say about that."
He moves a piece, and looks up at Seth.

Seth manuevered around the board quickly, picking up a few more of Random's pieces, ending the game. "Well, it looks like I'm still the reigning champion." Stretching, he looked up at the clock with a groan. "Sorry to cut this short, but I'm starving, so I think I'm gonna grab a bite and see what's going on. It was nice to meet you though.

Giving Random one last smile, Seth climbs out of the booth and heads over to the bar.