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And so. There's a very well dressed gentleman standing by the door to Milliways - naturally enough, he has a rather surprised expression on his face.

He's not wearing a tuxedo and there are no gorgeous women draping themselves over him. No vodka martini or Walther PPK in his hand either - in fact, he thinks he was about to get fired. So maybe he's a bit relieved to find himself here. He just wishes he knew where 'here' is.

James Bond is in the bar.

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He follows her pointing finger and makes a mental note of each place she points out. Still none of it really makes sense, but he's used to operating on instinct - and this doesn't feel dangerous.

So he smiles and shakes Chris's hand. 'James Bond. A pleasure to meet you Chris.' He pauses before asking. 'Would you have any idea what I'm doing here, or how I got here? I was supposed to be meeting my boss.'

Holy shit. It is James Bond. Ok. Be cool.

Well, I came in through a bathroom door, half-naked. So, be thankful.

*She smiles*

You probably just stumbled in through a random door.

*She pauses*

Very important question for you, Mr. Bond. You see a door?

'Call me James.' He looks back to where he comes in and sees nothing but blank wall. He frowns. 'No. There's no door. What does that mean?'

Bound.

You're going to be here for a while. Sorry.

*She sighs*

It happens to most here. Don't worry.

*She pauses*

If it's any constellation, you can go to other people's worlds.

His eyes narrow a little. 'Bound? You mean I can't get out?'

He swings back round to stare at the door...and then realises that it's actually not much of a problem. No one will miss him and he was about to lose his job anyway.

He turns back to Chris. 'You mentioned something about rooms? I presume I can stay here, if I can't leave?'

Yup. Sorry.

*She smiles slightly*

Yeah, the rooms are upstairs. You want a room, you get one. It's that easy. I think there's a list or something. Not sure. Just know they're there.

I'm not bound.

He nods and suddenly needs a drink. 'Would you like to join me for a nightcap Chris?'

Sure. sex appeal (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3262), please.

*She smiles*

I needed a drink when I first got here too.

He smiles at Chris, glad that he's not the only one who found all this a bit strange. He walks her to the bar and holds a chair out for her, then looks at the bar.

'You said that it didn't need a bartender so how does one order a drink?'

Just ask her nicely. Usually there's someone bartending but otherwise, it's just her.

*She smiles*

Yours is free. First drinks are always free. I'll just put mine on my tab.

Want me to order, just so you can see?

'Would you mind? I'd appreciate that - but let me set up a tab so that I can get your drink, please.' In Bond's world, ladies do not pay for drinks in social settings.

'And then you must tell me where you're from.'

Sure.

Bar, This is Mr. Bond. He's new here and setting up a tab.

Can I have a sex appeal and ...for you James?

'I'm sure you don't need to ask the bar for sex appeal Chris...' He smiles a little slyly, then turns to the bar to give it a shot. 'I'd like a vodka martini please, shaken if you can.'

*She smiles back.*

Never hurts. You're quite the charmer, yourself.

*She pauses and the drinks come up*

See, just like that.

He raises an eyebrow at her and smiles. 'One tries,' he murmurs, before reaching for his drink. He's not expecting it to be good - but it is. Very good.

'So where are you from Chris?'

Los Angeles, California, 2005.

*She takes a sip of her drink*

Yourself?

'London, England, 1964.'

He's a bit taken aback. It hadn't occured to him yet that people might be from different times, even though he had, of course, noticed that the interior design of the bar itself was somewhat more futuristic than he was used to.

'People's times are different then?'

Yeah, some people I've met are from 1921 and others are from 2055. Different times, places, dimensions, universes.

Easy to boggle your mind.

*She smiles*

I should probably explain the rules to you as well.

No sex in the bar. Upstairs and outside is fine...but here is a no.

No fighting in the bar. We have security. Any threats, physical, or mental action can be reported to them. Don't try and solve things yourself.

No business. You can't sell stuff.

They're pretty easy to remember. I assume you won't have a problem with them.

*She smiles with another sip*

He's bemused by her frankness - and her assumption. Not that he would ever choose to break a rule for the sake of it, but there have been times when it's unavoidable. He doesn't think it's likely here. He would normally solve everything himself but just doesn't envision any incident that might make it necessary.

'They should be no problem at all. I've nothing I want to sell, and I don't generally fight without good reason. And sex is not something to be done with other people around.' He flashes his grey/blue eyes at her with a mischevious grin.

*She grins back*

Of coarse not.

Damn charm. Don't be attracted to James Bond. Don't be attracted to James Bond! Change subject.

So, any more questions? I'm here to help.

There's a couple of questions he could ask her, but it might be a little too soon. So he just grins again and goes for something benign. Sort of benign.

'How does one get a room here? A man needs a bed after all.'

Not sure. I don't have one. I suppose you would ask the bar.

*She shrugs*

'Ah, thats right. I suppose you have arrangements elsewhere.' He looks at the bar and just asks, 'Any chance of a room, old thing?'

And after a brief pause, a key appears. Engraved with the number 007, naturally. He grins at it, then looks back at Chris. 'So, do you just visit here whenever you feel like it? You have friends here?'

*A light smile from her toward the key*

Well, usually I just get put here by a random door. I haven't been here that long. About a week myself..but I have made a few acquaintances.

He smiles as he raises his glass to his lips. 'Well, you know my room number now. Feel free to give me a knock if you're ever at a loss.'

Him, flirt? Never.

'Nice sort of people in here?'

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