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[steak-man.livejournal.com]

[Upstairs: The perils of Room 303?]

Cypher comes downstairs, still dressed in snakeskin and leather, except now he seems to be covered by the kind of white dust that collects on old furniture. He's still brushing himself off as he sits on a stool before the Bar with a capital Buh and talks to her. Sure, why not? You can order from her, he figures you can talk to her. And hey, he's still quite new here and things only make so much sense.

"Sweetheart, is every room here like the one you gave me? 'Cause if so - and don't take this the wrong way - you might wanna work on your interior decorating skills. Now really, don't get me wrong, just about anything beats a little metal bunker, but if this really is the End of the Universe and I'm not just dropped off in some back hallway of the Matrix - " His eyes trail up to the window where said Universe is exloding endlessly. " - then I guess I'm, uh, a little surprised is all. I guess I thought it'd be a little posher."

He brushes some dust off his bald head, muttering. "Christ, this is weird."

[ETA: Slowtimed, but still very much active, so feel free to harass him. Apparently he's highly harassable.]

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Observing and ease dropping the display Amanda desides to discover what the Matrix is.

The blonde bomshell is standing next to him offering a smile and a greeting, "Hello."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Well hell-o, blonde bombshell. Don't mind if he does. Get distracted, that is.

Cypher turns and gives her a grin, his confusion suddenly forgotten. "Well hi, hot stuff." He can't help himself. And if she was wearing a red dress she'd probably remind him of someone anyway. "Can I buy you a drink?"

It's like instinct. And here he's been eating goop and getting shafted by Trin for all these years.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

She takes a seat next to him and he gets a flattered smile at his crude compliment, "That would be nice thank you." glancing in front of him, "I'll have whatever your going to have." feeling a bit adventeruous and it isn't like whatever it is will kill her.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Ignore all that small text, it was an anomaly in the code, I swear.

Cypher keeps grinning. "Hokay. Let me try this thing again."

He rubs his hands together. "Two screwdrivers." He explains to the hottie, "Breakfast for me."

Omigod two drinks and not actual screwdrivers. He's lucky.

"It's still working!" He's also gleeful. He slides the other drink to her and raises his glass in a proposed toast. "To alcohol that doesn't taste like degreaser."

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is amused by the whole display, "So I take it your new here."

When he hands her the drink she raises it for the toast and clinks it against his before drinking it, "Thank you."

He is an odd man, crude but she isn't too worried. "So where are you from?" The choice of drink suggests Earth but you never can tell around here.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

He sips from his drink and smacks his lips. "Shit. That's real. Or it tastes real. Or whatever." And he's still not dead yet. This really might work out!

Cypher absently brushes some dust off his thighs. "I'm from...."

This is where he gets confused. It shows on his face. "Shit. Y'know, I'm not sure how to answer that. It's kinda tricky..."

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda sees him struggling with the queestion, "Perhaps we should start with something easier? I'm Amanda," she extends her hand.

[gone_byebye]

The back door opens and that same guy from yesterday, with that same suit and same look about him, comes in. He pockets his sunglasses and heads for the Bar. "If I could get some of that beverage from earlier today, please," he says as he touches the surface-

She doesn't bother making him finish the sentence. A large glass of something dark green, faintly iridescent, fizzy, and possibly sluggishly moving appears in front of him.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher sighs over at Rho. "What the hell is that?"

Yeah, that's all there is to say, for the moment.

[gone_byebye]

"One of several Murrkon aperitifs. Completely artificial, nontoxic to Terran humanity, mildly stimulating, and fortified with several trace elements completely irrelevant to human physiology. Apparently my doppelganger was pretty fond of it even though he never identified what it was."

Rho nods to Cypher. "Sleep well last night?"

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Well, that makes some sort of strange sense to Cypher.

He's still brushing dust off himself. "Not really. That room is fuckin' weird. Are they all weird like that?"

[gone_byebye]

"I've only entered two so far," says Rho. "Neither of which is particularly strange. Mine is fairly ordinary, a little nicer than a standard Holiday Inn room at home. My doppelganger's is larger, brighter, and better decorated. Not to mention that it's full of books and technical plans, although rather neater than one would expect from most engineers. I take it the Bar gave you something unwelcome? I hear that she occasionally makes peculiar arrangements for reasons of her own."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher frowns. "See, that's what I was hopin' for, but my room looks..." He trails off. It still disturbs him. Shakes his head.

"Ah, whatever, I'll figure it out."

[auntie-di.livejournal.com]

Diana listens to the diatribe with an amused eyebrow.

"You new here?"

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Two pretty girls talking to him in different threads. This'll do just fine.

Cypher grins at Diana over his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm new. Does it show?"

[auntie-di.livejournal.com]

"When you argue with the bar?"

She wanders over, settling onto a barstool out of arm's reach, because she's smart that way.

"Yeah. Kinda does. Well, welcome to Milliways."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Cypher's still grinning. And dusty.

"So, ah. You think it's Milliways too. So far, so good. Can I buy you a drink?"

He wants to see if that'll work again.

[auntie-di.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing."

The dusty, is normal. The grinning is a tad unnerving, but she can deal.

"Ginger beer, if you please."

Comment, and be hit. It's a good natured warning smile. Really, it is.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"Ginger beer?" He laughs. It's not a bad laugh at all. Really anything sounds good to him at this point. Absolutely anything.

"Yeah, I'll have one of those too. Two ginger beers."

They appear - two bottles, two glasses. He slides them over to her.

"So what's yer name, sweetheart? I'm Cypher."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"It'll only get weirder," Mordred points out in his soft, lazy drawl.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher turns around and peers at the young man.

"Is that right," he says. "Well color me shocked, 'cause I ain't."

[OOC: Damn, gotta go in a few - do you mind slowtime?]

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Ah, sorry. And, yes! *grins* slowtime is love]

A pair of sharp, golden eyes look back, and then he grins.

"Well done, you're getting the hang of it already."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Yes, yes it is. :]

Cypher shrugs. "I've seen weirder. I just wanna know what's up with the accomodations. What's your room look like, Goldie?"

He doesn't know his name yet. Gotta settle for a nickname in a pinch. I imagine he'll have all sorts of "nicknames" for Neo someday, if he doesn't already.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Well, 'Goldie' is better then 'Morry'. Not by much, but it is.

"Eh, just a motel room. Plain walls, plain bed. Slightly posh, but not by much." He tilts his head slightly, still studying him.

"And the name's 'Mordred'."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"Mordred." Cypher repeats, frowning.

"Wasn't that something literary? Your parents name you after someone?" He shakes his head. "I dunno, I got too much information crammed in here. Can't remember shit no more."