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First Post: Henry McCoy, the Beast

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Hank bounds into the room feet first with the grace and precision only a nearly 600 lbs. cat-like mutant can manage, landing in a crouch with one claw on the ground. He quickly rises to his feet. His eyes widen in surprise as he watches the room, seemingly trying to see it all, and everyone, at the same time.

With an absentmindedly look, his fingers press over a large device in his hands then places it in a pouch on his belt.

Drawing aside from the door to a nearby table he looks around the room, eagerly taking in everything. His eyes glow in interest as he sees the bar and how people react to it. He then catches sight of the observation window. His eyes widen and a smile comes to his face. It is the smile of a child who has fouind a new toy.

"Oh my stars and garters! Breathtaking!"

He stretches like a cat, an almost seven foot tall, and almost 700 pound blue-cat- the shape of a man,a dn then casts his gaze around, his mind racing in amazement.

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And while the Beast was looking around the bar and its environs and peoples, one young woman sitting at a table with a book and stack of papers was.... watching him.

He's the first blue person she's seen. Furry, however...

Feeling the intensity of a glance, Hank looks around and sees the young-looking and beautiful blonde. With a toothy grin he approaches her table and clears his throat, a sound like a purr crossed with a motorcycle.

"Good evening, my dear example of pulchitrude at it's finest! My name is Henry McCoy, PhD, but my friends call me Hank. Ahh, bnot to intrude, but can you tell me where exactly I am?

Svava blinks, and ducks her head with a faint smile. "Um- its really hardly intruding, specially since I'm guessing you're rather new here?"

A quiet chuckle, and she stands up. Nothing quite out of the ordinary about her, she's wearing jeans, keds, and a blue blouse. She motions to the Observation Windows, then to the bar in general. "This is Milliways, at the End of the Universe. My name is Svava, and its nice to meet you, Hank."

"Indeed, my prescence in this particular segment of space-time is moments-old. It is a...remarkable place."

Words seem to fail him for a moment. As she speaks again he smiles and then sweeps her a wide bow, his eyes glinting with good humor,. his mouth curved in a clothes-jawed grin, only a few teeth showing.

"My greetings Svava. It is a pleasure to make your aquaintance. Ahh, which End of the Universe, by the way?"

And then he looks around and the back at her...

"And which universe for that matter? I somehow doubt this plane is located in the direction or ambience of my own residence."

With a quiet laugh, Svava curtsies- a feat she can pull off wearing pants.

"As to which universe, that's quite a good question. In your world and time, do they know of such things as other worlds? Aside from traveling in starships to other ones beyond the sky? This place here, Milliways, touches a great many worlds and times. Some of them are quite similar, just different in a few ways. Other worlds are quite different, but they still touch here. I'm not sure which End of the Universe this is, though given how many places it touches, maybe its all of them?"

She looks over to the Observation Windows herself, biting her lip. "Even when other worlds are gone, this place does still survive."

"Indeed, we have traveled a lot. The group I belong to, has traveled quite a buit. From alternate universes to other worlds to alternate futures to evil twins and evil children clones and..." realizing he is rambling and that explining the histiry of the4 X-men would take far mopre than a few moments, he just smiles.

"Yes we do know of such places. Sounds like Roma's House."

He turns thoughtful as he listens to her.

"A world that touches every molecule fo the universe at once and yet none would require the power to hold a stasis of opportunity and probability and tertiary or even quadrary amounts of energy and replacement ststic folds of space-time in order to..."

He trails off, his eyes flickering at fast speed as he mumbles what sound like equations under his breath.

Svava blinks as she listens. About 99% of that goes all right over her head, but she's paying attention. Or trying to, at least.

"... You should meet Ray. He's done his best to map all the places people are from, that are here at Milliways." When there's a break in the equations, and she chuckles slightly.

"Considering the stars outside the windows explode over and over again, and we're safe, here? There's the power and energy to do that, so there would be to do other things. There's also magic as well- at least that's the reason why we have Scotland out the back door."

Hank's attention snaps back and he smiles to the lady.

"Magic and science in the same frame. That is...remarkable..."

He starts to glaze over again and then shakes his head,. his eyes lighting with humor.

"I hope you will excuse my behaviour. I normally will not allow such trivialities as cosmic physics to distract me from a lady and, I would hope, a friend. This place, however is... mindboggling. One moment."

He pulls a Rather Odd Looking Laptop off his shoulder and oplaces it on the table in front of her. With a tap he opens the R.O.L.L. and swipes a finger across a spot. The ROLL hums and a voice sounds from it.

"Greetings, Professor McCoy."

"Hello, Rollie. Scan and analyze current surroundings by matrix and material as well as the denizens. Correlate with all known data and alert me when the report is ready."

"As you wish, Professor McCoy"

He closes the R.O.L.L. and turns back to her.

"May I sit?"

"This place is always mindboggling. There's always something happening and it often gets quite loud." Svava shakes her head, amused, then peers at the Rather Odd Looking Laptop, curiously.

"Oh, of course, yes. Do sit down. And if you'd like, the first drink here is free. May I get you something?" She glances back up to him, with a smile.

"This is a type of computer? Or something of that sort?"

"Ahh, a frosty carbonated sassapharilla on the rocks would be pleasant. Thank you."

He settles down across from her and then turns the R.O.L.L. so she can see it.

"Yes it is a computer of my own design with a little Shi'ar, futuretech, demon, Kree, and Inhuman science thrown in. It is fully modular so I can modify it with Other tech at need."

Svava blinks, and relays that order to a passing wait rat, along with a request for lemonade for herself. The rat scurries off, and Svava looks back to the R.O.L.L.

"Is it an Aye Eye, though? Does it think, like a person?"

"Yes and no. It does think and process informtatrion, but it isnt sentient, as in it has no willpower or thought of self-awareness. Is isnt a true living thing, even of the sil,icon variety, though I imagine it may someday evolve into one. which will be a both grandiose and salutary and also a very sad and dreary day for me, as I will be proud of it and yet I will also miss it when it leaves, should it do so... "

He shakes off the slightly odd mood.

"For now, it is but a very well-organized machine."

Svava blinks, and then smiles faintly. "Sort of like a child going off on their own, then. Will you build it a body, when that time comes? Like a ro-bot or a car?"

The drinks arrive, Svava picks them up and sets the frosty carbonated sassapharilla down for Hank.

"If your world does have such things, but considering how many constants there are and what you've been talking about already, I'd be willing to guess there are. What world are you from, though?"

"If it desires one, yes"

Hank pickes up the ice-cold rootbear and sips it and ahhs slightly.

"I am from Earth. Ahh, and considering this place seems to be between universes, I am from Earth 616, of that means anything. and specifically from a place called Salem Center, Westchester, New York, In the United States, in the year 2005"

"There's a lot of people from different sorts of Earths here, though I don't know if they've figured out a numbering system for them yet." Svava grins.

"Though, I do know of it- and of New York. At least the city of it? With the buildings the size of mountains, and the park in the middle of it? I do also think Vegas and Nevada are in the United States- and all the times I've been there have been relatively close to two-thousand, give or take a decade or so."

"In the advantures of the group I belong to, the X-Men, we encountered a gentleman and lady named Merlin and Roma who had devised a statistical quantum election system of numbering and telling the worlds apart. I will have to look up the files when I return to Xavier's to see what we actually have of the numbering system.

Hank nods, holding himself back from launching into a lecture on probability and the worlds therin.

"Ah yes, and Vegas is in the United States as well. Ahh, then you have undoubtedly encountered all kinds of insanity."

"I'm not quite sure about insanity, but we did go there for a party before one of my friends got married." Svava blushes faintly, shaking her head. "As a city though, it was pretty- the sizes of the buildings and the lights, and the created ponds and fountains. Just so many people- both there and in New York. Florence as well, but it was... quieter there."

There's a slow nod, listening. "Is there a way you use to define the worlds? Different histories, different degrees of power and energy?"

"Every world has such places."

"And yes, there are ways to tell the worlds apart. Majorly, it is done through a combination of the digital quantum signature of the molecular structure of the matter both living and unliving of that Earth and universe. All universes occupy the same space and time but do so by vibrating at a different quotient than others. Shifting that quotient can bring you from one universal threshhold to another."

"But other than that- they're exactly the same? Histories and magics and powers?" Svava bites her lip, thinking.

"The vibrating... is that like... how things aren't really solid, but they're a swarm of... of things all dense together, humming like a swarm of bees? Someone here showed me how to look at things like that, though I'm not sure if I remember how to anymore."

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