First entrance

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

The door to Milliways flies open abruptly, and a Lost Boy in full battle dress falls through.

He looks like he's been through a lot- most of his eye make-up war paint has sweated off and there is a hole in his armor just over his heart. The sword hanging loosely in his hand is dull and full of dings, and he smells of gunpowder if you get too close. It would be safe to say that the boy has been in a fight- if you can get past the costume you might notice a few bruises but no serious bleeding.

Not to mention the fact that at the moment, he seems to be unconscious.

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OH EM EF GEEEE! *fangirls madly and CROWS!*]

*Garion looks up from the bar at the thud before blinking. That...looked unfortunate. He does, however, scramble off the bar and run over to take a look.*

You...you, are you all right?

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *grins*]

Rufio's eyes snap open and he scrambles clumsily to his feet, looking warily at Garion.

"Pan!"

Except he's not. And this doesn't look like Hook's ship. So naturally, there are questions.

"Where's the Pan?" he demands.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he blinks and startles back, almost reaching for his sword but stopping himself before he can.

*Then he looks at Rufio in confusion before pointing to the doors behind the bar.*

In the kitchen. With the pot and the kettle and the stove. Where else would it be?

*...he grew up in a kitchen. Forgive him*

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

In the kitchen? Rufio frowns, eyes narrowing as he tries to figure out if the other boy/man/pirate/lawyer? is making fun of him.

"Are you a pirate?" he asks when he notices Garion's sword. His tone is half-curious, half-mocking. "You're too young to be a pirate. But you ain't no Lost Boy, that' for sure."

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[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

[ooc: another time, then. :D]

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

As oblivious as Liz is during her journal writing, she does notice a teenager fall through the bar entance. Gasping, she rushes over from her bar stool. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *croooooows* XD]

There is a sword. Not the golden Pan sword, but a dull metal thing that could have belonged to any no-name pirate.

Rufio's practice sword, usually. Main sword, now that the Pan has returned.

Before Liz gets too close, the sword is in Rufio's hand and pointed at her chest while he glares. "Are you a pirate?" he demands.

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

Her eyes widen when she sees the sword pointed in her chest, and she shakes her head no quickly. "A...a pirate?" Another shake of her head. "No. I'm Liz. Liz Parker."

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

Rufio doesn't lower the sword. "You're... a girl."

It is possible that this could be said with more disgust, but it would be very difficult to manage.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *fangirls* And another of my mid-teen crush objects enters the bar. Hee.]

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

[ooc: XD This is going to be lots of fun, I think.]

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

[ooc: do you have AIM? Crackchat wants to fanperson you collectively]

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[ooc: only here for an hour and a half or so, but I can't resist...]

Gavroche runs over from wherever he was in the bar, staring at the boy with worry and respect mixed.

"Are you all right?"

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

[ooc: that's cool. :D]

Rufio is used to small boys running all over the place, so Gavroche does not get a sword pointed at him.

He simply rolls his head and his shoulders, shaking out the after-battle adrenaline and checking for injuries.

"Ain't never been a pirate that could hurt me," he boasts, then takes a good look at the kid. "Lost Boy?"

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche considers this, then grins. "Yeah", he answers. "Used to be, anyway."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck wanders over to the boy and prods him idly with one foot.

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

Rufio does not like being poked or proded, especially with a stranger's feet.

So Puck gets a glare.

But no sword.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Ah, you're awake. I can't tell yet if that's a good thing."

[pirate_jack]

The door opens again behind him, and Captain Jack Sparrow strolls in whistling, then stops to look down at the boy on the floor.

"Well, now. That's interesting." A beat. "Need a hand up, lad?"

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

Rufio needs no help- he can get up on his own thank you very much.

Which he does, then immediately draws his sword. "You're a pirate!"

[pirate_jack]

Sword.

Jack takes a quick step to the side and draws his own blade, grinning wickedly at the young man.

"You're very observant, lad. The name's Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please."

Pause. "Do you really think this wise, boy-- crossing blades with a pirate?"

[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

Aughra looks up from her charting of the death-dives of various planets. She frowns and wanders over to the stunned teenager, pops her eye out and takes a good look at him.

"Hmmph!" She sniffs deeply. "Another dead one."

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

Rufio glares at her. "I'm not dead, you dried up old crone."

[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

Aughra snorts and pops her eye back into its socket. "Well, you smelled dead for a minute. Maybe not. But lots of dead people here."

She's not offended at the "dried up old crone" bit. Thra knows, she's been called worse.