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A certin man from Earth is walking around. He's confused, as no one has told him anything, and he has been attacked twice since coming here.

By now he's convinced that 'here' is real. Where is here though?

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There's a red headed woman with an odd tattoo over her left eye sipping from a coffee mug and eyeing him. She's barefoot and a bit sandy around eth edges, but that doesn't seem to subtract in the least from her general aire of competence and strength. She's smiling though, a soft, warm edged smile that everyone's mother used in youth "You look a little lost"

If Graff wasn't such a military man he would have jumped, he manages not to.

"Um, yeah. I'm not quite sure what this place is."

"This is a bar. The Bar really, Milliways, end of the universe in every sense of the word. It's a confusing place where most realities and timelines can access." No point in softening the blow really.

"You probably stepped through a door that wasn't suppose to lead here, and the universe hiccupped..." she smiles warmly, fire licking gently up her tattoo "It isn't a bad place to be"

"So everyone I've seen, is real?" What a disturbing thought.

ooc- Sorry for the delays, my 'net is being crazy.

She nods warmly "In one reality or another" she agreed. "It's not as disturbing as you think, as long as you're open minded"

(ooc: no problem)

Graff mutters, "Unless you've managed to murder anothers alt..." He looks up at the woman.

"When can I go back?"

She tilts her head to the side, truly tempted to track down the rest of the statement to it's finish in his mind, but instead she just chuckles "Depends. Some of us can come and go as we please, others are bound here, and a lucky few are dead and only exist here. ave you seen the door you came in through?"

Graff shakes his head. "Not since I came in." He waves in the general direction of the doorway.

Her eyes follow the motion to see her on door patiently waiting. She's not leaving, not yet.

Instead she just looks a little sad and reaches outto stoke his cheek gently "Can you remember exactly what happened before ending up here?"

"I was walking into my office to pack, Something had just happened."

Graff doesn't like talking about that incident much.

Her fingers fall to gently cup under his chin, lifting his face so she can meet his eyes "What incident?"

She's just trying to determine if he's stuck here forever, dead elsewhere, or simply bound for a time...

"One of my students died." by my orders of course... the thought finishes out in his mind.

He takes a step backwards away from the woman.

She takes a deep breath, letting her fingers come back to resting with her other hand on her mug. Flame licking once more up her tattoo and dancing slightly in her hair, asign of being upset perhaps, or just sympathetically pained.

"You're probably bound for a time, need a break perhaps, a chance to heal. Bar will let you go when it's time to" she doesn't meet his eyes now though.

Graff is not use to people bursting into flame before his eyes, but she was about as usual as the Vampire-chick from yesterday.

"That's good news then..."

"For some people" she admitted. "Sometimes the promise of being able to leave eventually isn't all it's cracked up to be." somewhere in that comment is the sure knowledge that she'd swap him her freedom for this sanctuary in a heartbeat.

She's fairly certain she's probably unnerved him, something she usaully manages to do...so she just sighs and sips her broth "Any other questions...or would you prefer I go?" she offered.

Graff thinks hard about her words before answering.

"I belive it would be better for me to go back and not come here again."

He pauses...

"Is there a place I could sleep here?"

"Better for whom?" she asked wryly, then nodded to the Bar.

"Bar there can take care of all your needs. She tends to mother people sometimes, but just ask for a roomkey"

"People from other timelines connected to mine." Graff seems to be handling the transition rather well.

"How do I um, Ask a -bar- anything?"

"I've had that opinion at times too...but you get over it" she chuckled.

"As for Bar, well, she's enchanted, or something like it. Has a personality, manifestation abilities...you just...ask" she shrugged.

"Just ask..." Graff nods slowly. He'll do it sometime...

"Thank you. You've been a lot of help." Graff manages to smile.

She shrugged again, emptying her mug "I try. Hope you manage to actually enjoy your time here" she sighed.

Then she waved generally and threaded her way gracefully back to Bar to dispose of her mug.

Graff waves at the woman and slowly approches the bar.

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