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OOM: Pre-Milliways

Todd stumbled in, and nearly dropped his books in shock. Since when was his dorm room a bar? This made no sense, they didn't allow liquor at Welton. He turned around, wondering where he was.

A place to truly live deep and suck all the marrow out of life.

Milliways.

He then spied a familiar face, also looking confused.

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And look, another familiar face! Except that it was older. And...well, he was supposed to be dead. This was an image of what Neil might have been if he had seen to live the days after tomorrow.

But it wasn't Neil. In fact, his name was James Wilson, and he was an oncologist. He was also oblivious of Todd's presence for the time being, eating some onion rings at the bar.

(OOC: I think Todd might break a record for noob breakage tonight lol! Especially since this one did become a doctor. *pets her new pup*)

Todd was still looking around, when he spied a face. It can't be? He started towards them, only, no. He's older.

He still couldn't help shakily ask, "N-Neil?"

For some reason, despite the fact that it wasn't his name, Wilson looked up from his plate of onion rings over to the source of the voice. It was obvious that the boy was staring, and since he didn't know who he was and didn't recognize the name "Neil"...well.

"Can I help you?" He asked, cocking his head the one side as he observed Todd, oblivious.

Todd stared a moment longer, and then sadly replied, "Never mind. Sorry, sir."

It's not Neil, it's this grown-up, never was Neil.
Neil's gone. And the reminder just hurt all over again.
He wiped at his eyes that were threatening to tear up again.

If Wilson had been another kind of man, he might have ignored the fact that the boy was tearing up. However, this was Wilson we were talking about, and...well, he wasn't that kind of man.

A frown came to his lips when he saw that somehow, he had upset the boy. Perhaps not intentionally, but that didn't mean he could just leave it alone.

"There's no need to apologize," he reassured. "Are you sure there isn't something I can help you with?" He asked sincerely.

Todd sighed, "I don't think so. It's just you look like a friend I know...knew." He still had trouble using the past tense at times when it came to talking aout Neil.

Knew? That either meant that his friend was no longer a friend or...well, dead. Wilson had been a doctor long enough to sense these things.

"Here, why don't you have a seat? You look like you could use something to drink," he said gently, gesturing to the seat next to him.

"Uh, it's ok, thank you." Todd sat down. He glanced up, studying the man's features. The whole thing seemed eerie.

And he thought he could hear Mr. Keating quoting, 'Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less travelled. And that has made all the difference.' Neil took the road less travelled, like Keating, and look where it got them.

This man seemed to have taken the more travelled road.

And as odd as it was introducing himself to this older, not Neil, he said, "I'm Todd Anderson. I-I just got here."

Ah. That partially explained the boy's nervousness. This place could be unnerving if you were a newcommer here.

"Well, welcome to Milliways, Todd. If I can call you that," he said with a soft, friendly smile. "I'm James Wilson." He offered his hand to the boy.

That clinched it, but made it easier from him to differentiate the two.
He shook James's hand, "You may, sir. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wilson."

Wilson gave the boy a firm handshake -- he was used to it, being a doctor and all.

"So. Has anyone given you the welcoming speech yet?" With the rules and such.

"I don't believe so, sir."

So he got to do that part? Joy. Not that he minded, considering that he wasn't too busy around here when he wasn't looking after House.

"It'll be my pleasure to do it, then," he said with a friendly smile.

"Welcome to Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe, where people from all sorts of different worlds and times gather." He gestured to the observation window as well.

And just to move things along, we'll say Todd's done quite a bit of staring at the window in disbelief already, since the poor boy's going through enough stress.

Todd still glanced around in disbelief. That might explain some of the strange people or beings he was seeing around here.

He glanced back, "Different worlds?" 1960, the space race was still in progress, and the Apollo missions were still being planned.

Wilson nodded.

"Some people come from places that have magic. Others, who have technology. Some people look different altogether..." he shrugged his shoulders some. "It's odd, but you get used to it."

Todd slowly nodded, still taking everything in. He didn't have to feel compelled to follow in the family's footsteps here, or deal with his losses.

He did say, "It's uh, amazing."

"It is, isn't it?" At least the boy was willing to accept it all. It was quite a fascinating place, when it came down to it.

"Oh, do you want a drink? The first one is on the house." Which was another part of what he was explaining, wasn't it?

Todd nodded, "Yeah."

He then said, "Oh, I'm ok, thanks."

(ooc: not a problem, bouncing between several slowtimed threads as I can. Have a safe journey.)

"Okay," Wilson said with a nod of his head.

"There's a few rules here that you need to follow. They're pretty simple, really. No violence, no sex, and no business in the bar. If you want to engage in those activities, you can either do it outside -- " he gestured to the door leading to the lake, "or get a room." Another gesture up the stairs.

Well, Todd had no interest in fighting, and sex? He could barely talk to girls much less even consider *that* idea. Knox probably could with Chris, and Charlie'll probably have a problem with that rule, Todd however? Nope, not at all.
Sheesh, you think innocent and virgin as a boy scout choirboy come to mind here?
The no business one he wasn't completely clear on, but seemed ok.
And a lot easier to deal with than the many rules at institutes like Welton Academy.

"I see, sir. I don't have a problem with any of them."

"That's good. I'd hate to see you locked up in the brig," Wilson said with a chuckle. "The security around here doesn't like being messed with." Not that he'd gotten in trouble with them before.

"Also, if you want anything to eat or drink, just ask the bar, if there's no bartender. If you can't pay right away, she'll start a tab for you."

Todd nodded, "Thank you for your help, sir. I'm sorry for the confusion before."

"It's quite all right. They do say that there's three people in the world that look very much alike." He smiled at Todd, gently patting his back.

Todd shrugged, "I guess." He never had heard of that saying, and didn't like the idea there might be other versions of him around.

Wilson can't help but feel faternal for the boy. Perhaps it was the sense of innocence that came from the boy. Or how he had teared up in the beginning.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to find or ask for me, all right? I'm pretty much in the bar or upstairs in my room most of the time."

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