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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

There is a man in the bar in tidy trousers and a diamond-patterned jester's shirt of the mediaeval type; he does not appear to think this is unusual. The shirt does, at least, look comfortable and warm.

There is a half-eaten sandwich, and a nearly-empty pint of beer. There is a room key with #12 written on it.

There are books, too. And a notebook, open on the table, filled with maps and notes. Some appear to be drawings of Milliways. Some are clearly quotes copied out of books. Some look like mathematical formulae.

Lord Peter may not have been prominently visible, but he has certainly not been wasting his time at Milliways.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There is an Ace, perched in a chair nearby, supposedly reading her book... but who is really attempting to read Peter's notes upside-down and sideways.

It's slow going.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter continues to write, turning a page and starting a new one. As he moves down the page it becomes evident that he is writing upside down and sideways, the better for Ace to read it.

It appears to be a passage from Hamlet.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You know," She comments idly, since it seems her little game is up, "Hamlet really was a git." Ah. The informed opinion of the tweenage delinquent.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"So was Shakespeare, by all accounts," Peter replies, looking up with a smile. "He left his wife a small pension and his second-best bed. We have not yet discovered to whom he left his best bed. My money is on the Dark Lady."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace bites her lip, and Says Nothing.

She never liked William, really.

Got on well with his landlady, though.

"So what've you been up to, besides writing some git's works from memory?"

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"That was purely for your edification, young woman," Peter answers, pointing his pen at her. "I have been conducting research into the phenomenon of Milliways. Socially, culturally, anthropologically..."

He offers her the book. "You're welcome to read it, if you like. Nothing unfit for publication."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Historically, geographically, culinary?" Ace offers for the list. She takes the book, since curiosity demands satisfaction.
"And I can do without any more Shakespeare, ever. Much preferred Homer. He was an interesting bloke, at least."

Name-dropping? Never. Banish the thought.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter grins. "Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! Terribly good stuff, Homer."

He watches her turn the pages.

"Geographically is rather a bust, I'm afraid. Historically is far more fascinating. Do you know we apparently have a Terminus Ante Quem for the opening of the bar? It doesn't seem to have existed before a certain time. That's unconfirmed of course, and yet..."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, heard Sawyer ranting about that a couple weeks ago. Doesn't make much sense to me, but then... rather a lot of things don't make sense here. Like that." She points up above the Bar, where there's a bright yellow bra framed, complete with autograph from an angel.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter glances up at the bra and displays a nobleman's disregard for publicly visible underthings.

"It is rather...alarming," he admits. "Particularly for those of a systematic mind."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Ah." She wouldn't know about that. She's more of a random, let things happen as they will sort of person. Unless she gets curious about something. Then she's rather focused, and difficult to get rid of.
"I suppose all the magic users in the bar doesn't help much."

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well, at least there's some sort of code there. Most of the time. Milliways is just....." he sighs. "Chaos."

He shakes his head. "I just want to go home," he says, rather wistfully.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Door's still locked, huh?" She asks, sympathetically. She was there, about five or so months ago. Threatened to attempt to hike home through the Dreaming.
"I could get you to London, perhaps, but it'd be London of 2011. And I very much doubt it'd be your Earth."

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've stopped trying more than once a week. Too much hope is bad for the character," he says with a dry smile. "And...while the offer is tempting, I'm afraid from what I've heard of the twenty-first century, I prefer my own time."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Just after World War... I mean. The Great War, right?" Almost a slip there. Stupid changing names. "Yeah. Almost prefer that version m'self. Though eventually they clean up St. Paul's, so it's prettier."

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"Yes...a few years after." He hesitates. "I have not heard much, I must confess. Is it interesting? Your time, I mean?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Err." She really has to think about this one. "Not where I'm from. Dull, really. But... most other times I've been to are pretty interesting." Mostly because the TARDIS dumps them into trouble on purpose.

[kabeleced]

He vaguely remembers this person. Smells sort of like fall.

Could probably use some nuts, thinks, so he deposits a handful on the table.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter looks up at him, curiously.

"It's....Black, isn't it?" he asks. Well, hey, why not nuts? He picks one up and cracks it open deftly. "Do sit down, I haven't seen you in dog's years."

[kabeleced]

Reg chitters at him curiously, and climbs up on the chair. (What this actually means is that he sits down, and in his head he's climbed on it.)

His tail curls around the back of the chair calmly, and he eyes Peter carefully.

"Squeak squeaker squeak squeak. Squeaaakereak?" Hello, tall whiteish thing. Do I know you?

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter blinks.

"Er...are you feeling quite yourself?" he asks. He is trying like anything to ignore the tail.

[kabeleced]

Reg echoes the blink.

"Squeaker squea-squeak." I am. Are you?

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"It's just that you're saying "squeak"," Peter says, somewhat desperately.

He cracks another nut. Well, they are tasty.

[kabeleced]

"Squeak!" Yes!

His tail moves to rest around his shoulders.

"Squ-squeak. Squeaken squeaker squeeeak?" It's how I talk. Why aren't you?

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter rests his chin on his hands and regards Regulus curiously.

"Is this Magic?" he asks. "Some sort of...ritual...squeakishness?"