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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*LTD¹, Thom wanders back into the bar, soaking wet. Still, he looks remarkably calm somehow, because he hates to make sense.

¹ Later That Day*

[OOC: Thom confuses Miki, who gets hit by a cod. He also talks to Tere about family things and music.]

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[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

Miki, who has found himself back at the bar, is sitting at a table near the door and waiting for it to open again. His schoolbooks are lying on the table in front of him, and he is considering ordering some tea.

He catches sight of the dripping Thom and blinks.

"Are you all right?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom glances at Miki. No, no double take for the blue hair.

And smiles.* Sure, I'm OK.

[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

Miki smiles.

"Oh, good," he says. Yay, people near his own age! This is good! "I'm Miki, by the way. Miki Kaoru. Nice to meet you."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He grins and sticks out his hand.* Thom. A pleasure.

[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

He shakes.

"Definitely," he says. He gives Thom a slightly worried glance. "This isn't exactly an ordinary kind of place, is it?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* No, not really, I guess.

[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

"So is it true what they say?" he asks. "That time here is different, and people lose their memories, and there's magic?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Pretty much.

[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

He frowns.

"Oh."

Pause.

"Does anyone find that ... a little unusual?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

No. Why would they?

[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

He blinks.

"Most people aren't used to that sort of thing. I mean, I've read about it-- the way time passes here, I mean, and all the other phenomena. It's string theory: at some point, everything's possible. Since this is the end of the universe, it's the perfect place for everything to be possible." He does not mention any duels or a certain inverted castle.

"But most people still don't really believe it."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom blinks.* Not everyone has that kinda background.

[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

He gives him an owlish look. "What kind of background?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere wanders in, humming, with all her focus on the pan pipes she is making*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom flashes a smile at her.* Hey.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She starts a little, then looks up and grins*

Hey there. How's it going?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Well enough. And with you?

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Not bad. Bouncing along, making myself a new pipe...*she gestures with the half-completed piece in her hand*

Just come in for some lunch and a drink.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

As good a plan as any.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I thought so.

*She hikes herself up onto a barstool*

Jambalaya, heavy on the sausage and shrimp, light rice, and a pint of Guinness.

Join me?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom shakes his head.* No tolerance, and I think I've had enough trouble for a while.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

You've eaten, though?

*She spoons into her meal*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Good.

So, what's with the new wet look? Forget to take off your clothes before swimming?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom looks slightly sheepish.* Something like that . . .

It seemed like a good idea at the time.