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*Val wanders over, sighing a bit to herself*

Well, because you're in Milliways, the restauraunt at the end of the universe.

Duh......

That seems to be quite the comment of the hour, actually. Well, not there being a bar here, but more along the lines of 'where the hell am I'

"I'm -where-?" It occurs to Miles that maybe, just maybe, he needs to ask that the kitchen staff keep the stoves turned down lower... as obviously the gas is achieving something it shouldn't.

Milliways, the restauraunt at the end of the universe.

*She gestures over to the universe-destruction viewing windows*

I'm Valentine Wiggin, writer, barmaid, but definitely not wench. Is there anything I can get for you, sir?

"...sanity?" Miles queries weakly, eyes everywhere but on the person he's talking to.

[OOC: Give him a moment or two, he'll get back in his element.]

*Valentine chuckles softly at this*

Well, I'm afraid, sir that sanity isn't necissarily something we have on the menu most days. Everyone here's a bit nuts from what I've seen.

*wanders over, looking with friendly curiosity at Val and the very short and very confused young man she's talking to*

*Val waves at Will, waving him over to the conversation, with an expression that states that she has no frelling clue who this guy is.*

"Lovely." Miles considers fleeing versus standing here and staring. Both are rather undesirable, and just make him look like an idiot. But even though he hadn't been consciously searching for it, his brain had already started the -recovery time- when Valentine walked up, and now he's... well...

It's a challenge. This may be something caused by a gas leak and pretty soon he'll wake up with Ivan smirking in his face about how that's not quite the way to go to impress girls; maybe it's a dream, and he'll wake up to another day of boredom in his room. But while he's here, why not take the challenge up and turn it over on itself and inside out?

Heh.

And while he's doing that... why not introduce an old friend?

It takes only a moment, but it makes a world of difference. Trade one for another, and in an unsettling way, it feels more real. And when he turns to actually look at Valentine, it's Admiral Naismith giving her a measured look up, rather than a certain Vor lord. "But if that's so, dear girl, then -you'd- be nuts as well." He states in a rather different voice; the flat tones of Beta now accenting his voice, rather than the previous ones of Barrayar.

*Val blinks for a moment at the apbrupt change in posture and mannerisms. Woah.*

Hey, I never said that I wasn't nuts. I'm a Wiggin. We're not really altogether there. You look so much like someone I know.

*She shrugs it off.*

Can I get you something to drink or eat at any rate?

*Will's attention sharpens, though he gives no outward sign of it, when the young man half-turns and his entire bearing changes, voice and posture and demeanor.*

*He walks closer, smiling a greeting at Val and giving a polite glance of stranger-greeting to Miles.*

Wiggin = nuts? He shall note that for the future. "Maybe you could." Naismith continues to size her up, starting to walk backwards towards the direction of the bar. Oh lord, thinks the Miles part of his brain, please don't let me walk into anything. "But it seems we have company." He nods in Will's direction, to emphasize his statement. "Maybe you should serve him."

A smirk develops on his face. "I'm well capable of taking care of myself."

*mildly, to both him and Val* Hullo.

*Val smiles at will, a cheery, but confused smile*

Hi Will, how're you doing?

*She turns back to the odd little man, following him, concerned*

Sir, you might want to watch where you're going. I don't think that walking backwards is actually 'taking care of yourself'.

I am well, thanks. How are you?

*trails after her*

I'm not bad at all, Will. Much better than last night.

*She looks a bit sheepish*

I'm afraid I created quite a scene in the bar last night. Peter and I were having a bit of a, well, emotional discussion which turned out to be me having a bit of a hysterical fit. He and I needed that, however. We hadn't really talked for a good long time.

*looks concerned*

It ended well, you said?

*She nods*

It did end well. Yeah, I made an arse of myself in front of everyone here, but for the first time ever, Peter and I are actually talking like human beings. It'll take a bit of time before we really get to where we should be, but it's a start.

*smiles a little*

I am glad, then.

*She smiles back, obviously lost in thought*

I'm glad too. Peter and I have never got along, since we were both born. There's something special about this place, something that can bring everyone together like this.

Yes.

It is unique, I think. So far as I know, anyway. And very special.

It really is, Will. It totally is. Hey, I should run off, it seems that the bar got more people when I wasn't looking. I'll come back later to talk to you, neh?

[OOC: Sorry. For some reason I've gotten hit witht he sleepies earlier and earlier lately. Bah.]

*smiles* Sure.

Miles turns just in time to avoid stumbling over a bar stool. Right... it was all -part of the plan-. He swallows a bit, not coming up with the perfect response... Naismith is rusty, damn him.

It should be much easier than this.

And so, when left with no options, you just smirk and nod, and pretend you're all in control.

"This place serve anything -decent-?"

*raises his eyebrows a hair at the man's rudeness, but lets Val handle it*

*Val just stares at the man for a moment, biting back rude comments. If it served anything decent, it wouldn't serve you.*

Well, sir, the bar can get you almost anything you want to eat. Just either ask me or go up to it and ask it yourself.

That's Naismith for you, eh? Either you get swept along for the ride, or you find him completely and utterly horrid. Sometimes, even both.

Miles is unhappy with the past few minutes, though. And if it turns out this is real, then he needs to do something to fix the fact that Naismith is slightly out of tune. But the answer is simple: practice makes perfect.

Of course, even without that, he needs to investigate. This is... strange. Stranger than strange. And possibly some sort of plot. Why they would plant a plot in his kitchen of all places, he has no idea, but... there's some logic there.

"Oh really?" Miles turns to the bar, decides on a test. Naismith is forgotten for the moment. He mimes patting his pocket for money, and comes up with the expected nothing. "Aw, hell, I left my credits in the flyer."

With this, he wanders off to the door, to see what happens if he exits.

And when he does so, he finds himself back in that boring old hallway again.

... So, logic says, turn around and go back in, and it'll be the bar, eh?

But all he finds is his kitchen.

...

Shit.

*Looks up.*

Serving the best drinks and finest paradoxes this side of creation.

"So why's it in my -kitchen-?" Miles feels this is a reasonable question.

It's not. It merely opened a spatial anomaly in you kitchen, so you could arrive here.

*quite seriously*

"Spatial anomaly." This is repeated very doubtfully, but Miles will see where it goes.

*nods.*

Ayup. Your at the end of the universe now.

"...You're speaking figuratively."

Nope.

*gestures upwards at the floor show*

See? Thats the end up there. Some sort of Time loop.

*offers a hand.*

Timothy Hunter at your service. Merlin, Opener, Wizard and this places Bouncer. We have two very simple rules here. No violence, which includes against non-sentient things, and No business.

OOC: Floor show?

I'll comment soon, just... want to make sure of what that is.

((Theres a large window above that shows the universe ending outside....at least, last i checked there was....))

[OOC: Thanks. :D I haven't read the books in way too long.]

Miles glances up, and stares at the 'floor show', startled. That... that's a -floor show-? It... wow. Miles is taken for a loss of words, which doesn't happen often at all.

It takes a moment, but he realizes that Tim's said something else, and he drags his mind away from what he's seeing and back to the current.. conversation.

"And I suppose once you're here, you can't leave?" Miles querie, once he's sorted the words out; not sure where that is coming from. But given that he arrived here by his kitchen, it's a feeling.

OOC: I have to go to bed... would it be possible to continue tomorrow?

*Shakes his head, nods then gives up. Absently, he calls magic to his hand, a slight swirl of crimson light threading between his fingers.*

Maybe? It varies by person. i can leave, but i don;t want to. Some can;t, because they need to learn something. some can;t cause they're dead. Some can treavel at will.

Mysty looks up briefly from her seat at the bar (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/910388.html) and smirks. Well at least she didn't act like that when showing up here. But after her day yesterday she wouldn't have been surprised to have ended up in nefilheim suddenly.

"A bit hard of hearing, isn't he, this one?... or brains.." Meaning how Val had to repeat herself. But Mysty only comments this to herself and turns back to her food. Smirking a bit, yes she was in an oddly amused mood. She was just joking in her own way yes. And she wasn't always very nice.