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*The white cat slinks down the bar a little ways, then lays down to make himself comfortable. He sighs and lays his head down on his paws, looking for anything interesting that might be happening elsewhere in the bar. His bright green eyes look slightly glazed.*

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Maybe Milliways is starting to numb him. Maybe he's just one laconic son of a bitch. But Joe merely tips back his hat and says, "Yeah? What is it? My name's Joe."

I am Yrael. Pleased to make your aquaintance, Joe.

*he finishes off the cream and lays back down again, a ruler surveying his subject*

You are new come to Milliways?

"Yesterday. I reckon I must be from your past, 'cause there's no talking cats where I come from."

*he raises an eyebrow* You would not be from my past. There is no country or group of people who dresses such as you do, in the world from which I came.

I assume you are not from my world at all.

"I met a fella (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/908313.html?view=31876889), said he'd been out to Mars. That... that's not what you mean by another world, is it?" He's thinking about meeting Snow White. This place keeps getting stranger.

I have not heard of this Mars, so I doubt it is my world. Unless my siblings named it without telling me.

I have heard tell that there are actually different worlds as in different existences, different universes. They are said to meet here, at the bar at the end of the universe. It is likely we come from two seperate universes, Joe.

*he looks at the empty saucer* I am sorry, but I am still thirsty, and this form is not very useful for the drinking of alcohol. The lack of opposable thumbs is regretful.

*Where the cat sat now sits a pale young man all in white. He orders a drink from the bar.*

Bar, an Atomic Cat if you would. *he turns to Joe, green eyes laughing, a smirk on his face* And for you?

Ok, that one got him. The bounty hunter nearly goes off the stool backwards, but he's got quick hands, and it turns out ok. "Whiskey's my usual," he says.

He's never been a curious man, but Milliways keeps dragging questions out of him. "Now, are you a fella who turns into a cat, or a cat who turns into a man, or are you just somebody who's a cat sometimes and a man sometimes?"

Neither cat nor man, really. I am the Eighth Bright Shiner. *he smirks* Long story.

Bar, a whiskey on the rocks for Joe. Thanks you ever so much.

*he hands the drink to Joe*

Eighth Bright Shiner. Right. "'M a bounty hunter from Kansas City," said Joe.

"Thanks for the drink."

*an eyebrow quirks slightly, in curiostity* A bounty hunter? You lead an interesting life, then, in your world?

"Fairly so, yeah. Things have kinda gone to shit because of a War, but it does mean there's a lot of work for a fella like me to do. I got into a pretty dull rut for a little while running a scam turning in criminals to be hung and then savin' with some trick shootin', but things got interestin' again pretty fast." He takes a sip of the whisky. "Blew up a bridge, got captured pretendin' to be the wrong kind of soldiers, dug up some treasure in a graveyard. That kind of thing." Not that I was doin' the diggin' he reflects. drumming his fingers on his chocolate gun. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/908313.html?view=31889689)

He breaks off a peice and eats and then reaches for another, then hesitates. "I dunno if cats oughta eat chocolate, and you aren't rightly a cat anyway. You want a peice?"

Indeed, cats should not eat chocolate. It can be deadly.

*he smirks* Of course I would like a piece, but I am not hungry.

It was pleasant talking with you, Joe, but I must go. Perhaps we shall talk again at a later date.

"Adios, gato."

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