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Tim isn't quite sure how he got here. Is he really at a bar at the end of the universe, or is it just a drug-induced stupor? The presence of more than a handful of people he's usually accustomed to seeing in the pages of comic books, on posters on his walls or dotted around the comics and sci-fi shop in which he works doesn't help matters at all.

But what the hell. When in Rome... wear a toga. Going with the flow is probably the best thing he could do here.

He self-consciously adjusts the woollen hat upon his head. There are a number of people here dressed rather more smartly than he is. Then again, there are a number of people for whom "scruffy" is practically a job description; and compared to him, he thinks, that's saying something.

The one thing he can be sure of, though, is that he could do with a pint. Although he's rather less sure of how he'd go about asking for one.

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[ooc: Come on down to the Happy Hour Post if you want. :D]

*Val wanders over in another continuity, cause Milliways time rocks*

Hi there. Can I get you anything? You look a bit lost.

Tim smiles.

"I could go for a pint, if there's one going. Lager, preferably. Cheers."

*Val wanders over to the bar, and gets a beer, bringing it back to him with a smile*

Here you go, sir. I haven't seen you around before, are you new?

Tim takes his drink and raises it briefly with a smile of thanks.

"Cheers.

"Yeah, I am new, although I hardly seem to be alone in that respect..."

He looks around, taking note of the number of recent arrivals who seem as lost as he is.

"Tell me, assuming they're not dead, how do people tend to get here? Do you get many coming through their fridges, or what?"

*Daria walks over*
that guy looks like a guy in my creative writing class, maybe he knows why I ended up here

Hi, do you know where I am?

Tim proffers a hand.

"Hi, I'm Tim Bisley. And to be honest, I could answer your question better if I was 100% sure of where I was, and how I got here."

He pauses, as under normal circumstances what he's about to say would sound rather silly; but then, these are hardly normal circumstances, so he shrugs and continues.

"I seem to have got here through some kind of portal in my fridge.You know like in Ghostbusters? Anyway, this is apparently some bar at the end of the universe, which I've got to tell you beats sitting in front of Eastenders as far as an evening goes..."

*takes the offered hand*
I'm Daria,

I was supposed to be walking to class but came here instead.

Did you know you had a portal in your fridge?

"Well, it's not the sort of thing you expect to find in your fridge, frankly. I was only looking for the Flora, and wham, here I am in this place!"

Suddenly, a thought strikes him. "Shit! My toast's probably burnt by now," he thinks out loud. "Um, I mean..." he scratches the back of his head, "yeah, no, I didn't really have much of an idea of what was going on until I got here. Sounds like you had a similar experience?"

I'm a college student, my fridge is too small for a portal.

*she smiles*

I don't think there is the same time in this place. My friend, Jane, said we go back to where we left off, so your toast is safe.

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