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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is there, at his table. Sign up. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. MAY I BE OF SERVICE?"

But besides that, he seems to be running some form of simulation. On the table in front of him are several dozen Tim Hunter Action Figured. Yes, they're the ones DC made, he got them from the bar. He also has what looks like a Mini worm hole stationed in the center of the table. He keeps enchanting the action figures, hten sending them through the wormhole. Someone might be curious why.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Someone like his wife?

"Either this is a very blatant and involved cry for help, oryu are the bane to every toy collecter, everywhere." She notes as she snags a seat.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim hands her one. (http://www.hillcity-comics.com/toys/tim_hunter.htm)

"I'm doing an expieriment to see whether I can get to where I need to go. I'm using similarity to make these toys actually be me for the purposes of the spell."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She eyes the toy.

She eyes him.

"But they don't look anything like you. They also look like they need to eat more fiber. The owl's dead on though."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim changes his sunglasses to normal ones, runs a hand through his hair changing it back to brown, and grows a tuft of hair on his chin.

"Better?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She eyes the toy some more.

Then Tim.

Wrinkles her nose.

"Not even close."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim thibbets his tongue at her.

"You're just jealous."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... Of a piece of constipated plastic?" She asks, trying hard not to laugh.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He picks one up and stares at it.

"Fuck, I do look constipated."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She gives up and laughs, hard.

You have to admit, it is funny.

Just a bit.

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

Flora spots a gentleman with a sign on his table reading: "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. MAY I BE OF SERVICE?"

"Perfect," she says to herself. And, never one to be prone to shyness, Flora walks over.

"Excuse me," she says. "I don't wish to interrupt your...game, but could you please tell me where I am?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim plucks another Action figure and tosses him into the worm hole.

"Cetainly. This is Milliways, bar at the end of the universe."

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

"Really. How interesting" Flora wonders if perhaps the gentleman is of the Spiritualist bent, like Cousin Judith. "Is this Milliways anywhere near the Beershorn Halt Tea Shoppe? I feel quite foolish saying so, but I was certain I walked through the Tea Shoppe door, and found myself here. I must say, this place is quite intriguing."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim smiles at her.

"No, no place near. The remains of Earth are a couple quatrillion light years from this point."

He raises his hand to point at one secion of the Window, right before it explodes.

"That bit that just went nova."

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

Flora raises an eyebrow. It occurs to her to wonder if perhaps there is something in the community groundwater supply in this part of Sussex that makes people mad. It would certainly explain her relatives at Cold Comfort Farm.

Or...perhaps this man with his strange little dolls is not mad at all.

"So, if I were to walk out the door by which I entered, I would find myself in empty space?" She peers at the Window he has just shown her. "And this is quite extraordinary. What is it exactly? If you don't mind my asking."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"nope, you'd be back in your own time. this place is special. If you can leave that is."

He glances up again.

"It's a window."

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

"I can see that it's indeed special," Flora agrees, looking about at the crowd in Milliways. Flora Poste is, above all, a practical young woman, and while she never subscribed to the occult craze, she thinks she know enough to understand at least a little. "This place exists as a sort of alternate dimension? The Spirit World? The Fairy Realm?"

One thing he said has made her a bit nervous. "IF I can leave?" she asks. Oh dear. If she should mysteriously disappear, Mary and Charles and the London crowd would be most distressed. Would they suspect the Starkadders of tossing her down the well?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim laughs. A lot.

"Oh lordie, no. This is in no way the Faerie realm. I should know, my mother is Queen Titania. This is more of a waypoint, between all the worlds."

Tim points at the front door.

"Not everyone can leave through that door. Some people get Bound."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

A little ship, glowing and transparent, sails around and around the wormhole, but never actually falls in.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tm stares at the ship.

"Aroo?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

As if hearing him, it turns around and melts into the form of a tiny dragon.

Somewhere, Morgan presses her hand against her mouth to keep from giggling.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim sniffs.

"Ahah."

From out fo the wormhole rises a great drake, blue in color, just the head. It turns on a long neck, peering at the golden dragon.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

The dragon eyes it, and then flies back to Morgan's hand. Curling her fingers, it vanishes.

"Hello, Tim."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A wave of his hand and his vanishes as well.

"M'lady. How are you?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

A shrug, but she can't keep a smile away.

"I...am well. For the moment. But well."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He cocks his head to one side, eyeing her.

"Theres a boy."