milliways_bar | A Comedy...Tonight?

A Comedy...Tonight?

[OOM: What price freedom?

Pseudolus looked around, letting out a long wolf whistle. "This isn't Tychus' Tavern!"

After looking around in wonder for a few moments, he straightens out his tunic and decides to act naturally.

Unfortunately, he's still gawking, so his efforts are for naught. He is whistling something that sounds suspiciously like "A Comedy Tonight."

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(ooc: once again: *fangirls horribly* So much love.)

Peter notices the new whistling arrival with the strange get-up.

His strange get up? Pseudolus is wondering where on earth these outlandish costumes have come from!

"Hail, citizen! I am Pseudolus, slave of the House of Senex. Can you tell me where I am? I seem to have gotten lost on the way to Tychus' Tavern..."

He still looks terribly confused.

Peter frowns at the slave line, but then brightens in a moment, "You're a long way from Tychus' Tavern, pal. This is Milliways, welcome to the bar at the end of the universe. Be sure to check your sanity at the door."

He then adds with a grin, "Anyway, I'm Dr. Peter Venkman, of the house of Ghostbusters."

"I must say I've never heard of that particular House, and you are a physician? You know, I've had this pain, right here in my left side. Every time I carry water for my lady's bath, it pinches terribly..." Pseudolus indicates where it hurts.

"It's a small house," Peter admits with a straight face.

He then shakes his head, "Not that kind of doctor, but there's healers and physicians around to help you out with it. I deal with the mind and the head. How people think and behave." Among other things.

"Opening up people's heads must be quite a lucrative position."

It's a wild guess. If anyone were to want to open up his head, Pseudolus would pay to have it done properly.

But of course, he was a slave, and there was only one way his head would ever be 'opened'.

"We are at the end of the Universe, you say? But how did I come to be here?"

At least they didn't let in the Roman guards that were chasing me...

"Oh it is, especially since we don't have to do it physically anymore." Peter quips. "Get more repeat business that way."

"Now that's a good question, other than something or someone wanted you to be here. There's a rumor about somebody called a Landlord, dunno all the details about it. But hey, here now, might as well enjoy it, right?"

Peter then said, "Oh, there's also some rules around the place. No business, as in you run into anybody you know, no grudges or bad blood there. Uh, no violence, so wrestling's right out. Oh, and this is the worse one I know, no sex in the bar. There's plenty of rooms if you and a lady want private time though."

He thinks for a moment, "Oh, one other thing, you meet a girl named Anthy, _don't_ eat any of her cooking."

"No business! The only business I'm in, sir, is trying to buy my freedom! What could be wrong with that?"

Pseudolus sighs dramatically. "Well, I suppose the plight of a slave is an oft-misunderstood one. And as long as I run into no Roman guards..."

"Nothing wrong with that, in fact, that's pretty damn important. Not sure why, I mean, where I come from, slavery's been abolished for about a century and a half now."

Peter then caught the last term, "Wait? Roman? As in Ancient Rome?"

"Slavery? Abolished? It sounds like a Paradise, sir..."

At the physician's question, he takes two exaggerated steps back.

"Ancient Rome? Don't be ridiculous! Ancient Rome, he says..." Pseudolus laughs. "We've got the finest and most modern city in the whole of the Empire!"

"Well, I wouldn't call it Paradise, but yeah, for the most part, the idea of owning people is considered to be one of the vilest things in existence. People can be arrested and locked up for enslaving a person."

Peter then says, "Pseudolus, you might want to sit down, and have a drink. You're gonna need it. People come here from different places and times. The whole end of the universe deal."

And so Pseudolus sits down.

It doesn't matter that there isn't a chair there.

"And...then, what time would you be from, sir?"

His eyes might just be doing that "bugging out" thing.

"Uh, since I didn't pay attention in world history, not that up with how you guys did the years then, but in my time, it's 1991. So tack that on plus change to whatever year you're probably from. Uh, wait, are there Christians getting thrown to the lions in your time?" That might narrow down if it's BC or AD at least.

"Everyone was getting thrown to the lions. It's rather blase now..."

1991? Pseudolus could barely concieve of a time so far ahead. He wondered if the gods still held sway over the universe, or if they'd gone into other guises, changed with the times...

"Yeah, well, they still do something like that, only bigger audience, and the people getting thrown in became famous."

Peter remarked, "Ok, just figure my time's about 2000 years ahead of yours, and just go with it."

He didn't even want to go into how much has changed since Ancient Roman times. The guy already looked like his head was about to explode. He figured the guy should at least get a week in here before that happened.

"I think a drink would not go amiss," Pseudolus said faintly.

"That's a very long time...is the Empire still standing?"

Peter smirked, "Told ya. At least your first drink here's free. What do you want?"

"Uh..." He winces, how boy, how do I explain this. "Not exactly. There aren't any empires really. Uh, you know that democracy thing the Greeks were raving about? It caught on big time."

"I seem to remember something about democracy, yes...do you mean that is how people run their governments in your time?" Pseudolus gets up off the floor and makes his way over to the bar.

And the wine here is good.

"Yeah, all about 'of the people, for the people, and by the people.' Mostly, still have corrupt politicians. I'm sure the leaders in your time weren't completely honest either."

Peter then nodded, "Yeah, feel free to ask the Bar whatever you want. Um, kind of like magic, but she's sentient, and will take care of you as long as you treat her like a lady." He gives the wooden surface a fond pat to emphasize his point.

"Might I have a cup of wine, please, Bar?" He feels silly doing that, but when it appears, he is most grateful. "Thank you, my lady Bar."

"A most interesting work of magic, it seems."

"It is, though warning, she's a lady, but she's quirky. Got a weird sense of humor. Likes a good joke as much as anybody so don't be surprised if you get something different or unexpected."

"Ah, an clever young thing, then." Pseudolus, if nothing else, can turn on the charm. "I can take a good joke."

So can Venkman. "Not sure about the young part, but you got it." He grinned in reply.

"And same here, though I like to be on the giving end of a joke, you know?"

Pseudolus grins. "Yes, there is nothing quite so satisfying as putting flour in my lady's face paint or catching Hysterium looking at his Etruscan pottery again...all, of course, by accident."

Venkman wasn't sure what he meant, but he remarked, "Of course."

He added, "Let's see, pretending to microwave one of Egon's mushroom specimans. Prank calls to the guys, yep good times. Nothing like a good prank to pass the time."

"True, true. Though I do try not to get caught. I'm impervious to physical pain, though not so much my own, and one gets punished rather harshly if caught."

Pseudolus eyed the door, wondering where he'd go if he left...back to the tavern, or out to other worlds...

"Well, where's the fun in getting caught? The fun's in getting away with it."

Peter nodded, "Don't like physical pain, especially when it's mine. Wait, punished? Oh right, stuck as a slave. Shame you can't strike back at them for hitting you."

He noticed the glance to the door, figuring it was good Pseudolus could see it at any rate. "You might want to check that, just to make sure you can get home. Depending on the person, that door won't always open."

"True...and it's been a while, I'm sure those Roman soldiers won't still be looking for me..."

Pseudolus finishes his wine, gets up and bows. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, Doctor."

[OOC: Mun's brain is exploding...thanks so much for playing!]

Peter nodded, "Good luck to you, Psuedolus. I hope you get free soon."

He bowed a bit himself in return, "Good meeting you too. See you around."

(ooc: you're welcome, and thank you. loved it! :) )

Pseudolus goes out of the bar, and finds himself just outside of Tychus' Tavern...

...and into the hands of Roman guards.

He laughs nervously. "Is there...a problem?"

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