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Entry
[OOM: Just before]
The door opened as if a person well acquainted with the bar, someone who was expecting Milliways, was about to walk through. Not slowly, or with slamming, and for once no gunshots or explosions heard in the distance.
But the man was not a regular. His advantage was that he had been expecting a bar, and so kept the surprise from his face, in favor of cool indifference.
He could still feel the pistol under his coat, as always, reassuring when entering an unfamiliar place. He walked to a booth without hesitation. "Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything." He muttered to himself as he took a seat.
Who'd believe someplace this nice existed anywhere in Basin City?
He proceeded to take in the patrons and the layout with scrutiny, committing as much to memory as he could.
Anything, he would think to himself occasionally, to explain some strange sight.
Perhaps he'd leave off the drinking tonight.
The door opened as if a person well acquainted with the bar, someone who was expecting Milliways, was about to walk through. Not slowly, or with slamming, and for once no gunshots or explosions heard in the distance.
But the man was not a regular. His advantage was that he had been expecting a bar, and so kept the surprise from his face, in favor of cool indifference.
He could still feel the pistol under his coat, as always, reassuring when entering an unfamiliar place. He walked to a booth without hesitation. "Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything." He muttered to himself as he took a seat.
Who'd believe someplace this nice existed anywhere in Basin City?
He proceeded to take in the patrons and the layout with scrutiny, committing as much to memory as he could.
Anything, he would think to himself occasionally, to explain some strange sight.
Perhaps he'd leave off the drinking tonight.
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But he did not dwell on the sight of her for too long. The man with blue skin, however, had him intrigued. He assumed it was in representation of some gang, or just a strange man who had a strong affinity for blue.
But after a time, his gaze returned to the woman, who he noted, was still drinking. He continued to watch her, subtlety, but critically.
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"Problem?"
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No, they don't know me.
"Just wished to verify something." He replied blandly. "You assisted marvelously."
He then went back to surveying the bar aloofly. He preferred to come off cold and standoffish. It suited his purposes.
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Aeryn came across cool and uncaring, because it suited her mood right now.
"Congratulations."
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His reaction to this was an offhanded shrug of one shoulder.
"If you wish to be insolent, you may as well be useful." He said rationally "Tell me when the barman will return."
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"You must be new. There isn't a barman. At least not right now."
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"What is this? The inhibition?" He snapped. "This doesn't look like a twenties joint."
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"Ras'lak." A few moments later, with a shimmer, the drink appeared.
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He then began scanning the bar again. He probably should have ordered a fine toothed comb.
"Smoke and mirrors then." He said scornfully, though he didn't see them. "That's the magic word, I suppose? And does anyone actually fall for it?"
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He stood and approached the bar. "Ras'lak." Because that was the word, right? He just had to wonder what the bar would actually give him.
And when the drink appeared he stared at it irritably. "What is this then? Besides not what I wanted."
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"It's a drink from my Universe. Alcoholic."
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"Great." And slid it over toward her. "I don't drink."
He turned toward his booth again, as if to leave, but hesitated.
"Did you say universe?" The man sneered. "Are you all crazy here?"
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And just before he walked away he glanced toward the door and realized that it was not actually there. "What sort of funny business is this? More parlor tricks?"
Something had been rubbing him the wrong way, clearly.
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It had to be an illusion, didn't it?
After checking the wall rather thoroughly and finding no knob, he turned back toward the woman and waited patiently for an explanation.
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"Yes?"
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"Or was I wrong to believe that someone in this damned town might have some courtesy?" Yeah, that cursing? It gave away his annoyance.
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Aeryn shrugged.
"It looks like you're bound."
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Then, "You think I insulted you?" he asked, as apathetically as ever.
"What do you mean, bound?"
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"The Bar won't let you leave. I don't understand it, I've never been bound myself."
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He then sighed and shrugged, deciding to play nice, and get what information he could, seemed like the safer bet.
"Was this some sort of trap that I walked into then?" Best to be blunt. Straight to the point and perhaps they'd let something slip.
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She gave information freely, now that he was playing nice.
"The Bar itself," Aeryn gestured, "is sentient and can understand most speech. It also seems to be fitted with translator technology, which explains how you can understand me."
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"You say that you're not speaking English then? Why not? What country are you from?"
Because as far as he was concerned? Basin City was the end of the universe. There couldn't possibly be anyplace stranger.
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Aeryn sipped her drink again. It was a large sip, drained about a quarter of the bottle.
"You're an Earther?"
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"I haven't walked into police possession, I've walked into a loony bin."
"Now you claim that you are not from Earth? I think you took a wrong turn at Albuquerque. Area 51 is not in California anymore Toto."
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"Ask anyone else, it's not my problem."
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He shook his head ruefully and took a seat at a nearby table. "This place is worse than I thought. Did you all grow up in some 3rd World country?"
Like Scotland, where the men wear skirts...
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"Siberia then. No one lives up there."
She could be Russian. Sure.
He may have just been messing with her. It's hard to tell.
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"I am from Space. I am a Sebacean and I am about to waive the no-violence rule and smash this bottle over your head."
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"That would be a serious mistake, ma'am, but clearly you are nuts, so I would appreciate it if you would return to whichever rock you claim to have come from and leave me in peace."
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Her fingers clenched tightly around the bottle, one hand dangled near her holster. Empty gun.
"So I'd advise not frelling around with me."
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"I think that you chose the wrong town to play tough in, lady. We don't mess around here. Find your wits or you're going to get yourself killed."
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"I'm not defenceless. I've been a soldier since I could walk and I assure you, you'd be nothing more than a bug to be squashed." She pushed her pistol back into it's holster.
"But it's against the rules."
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"You are most fortunate that I only work on contract."
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Aeryn smiled, turned her back and walked away.
"Hopefully."
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