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no-real-hero.livejournal.com[ OOM: In Paris, there's no denying that things have been set into motion.]
[Contains spoilers for Y: The Last Man #56 ]
[Contains spoilers for Y: The Last Man #56 ]
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Oct. 10th, 2007 03:11 pmno-real-hero.livejournal.comIsn't this place a little bit of heaven... and that's one goddamn place she never expected to be. It's been a beautiful little respite, a couple carefree days which is a couple more carefree days than she expected to have. And what a relief to know time hasn't been passing outside while they've been sleeping and eating and talking and men, men, men, and she can hardly bear the thought of giving it up.
But she owes her brother, and she's a part of this whole thing just like Beth and Beth Junior. And Spike, although he's been the silent partner in the whole affair. They'll be here any minute. Her timing isn't bad at all; she sets down her empty coke glass and stands just as Beth, Spike, and Junior suddenly appear next to that portrait of the dogs playing poker. It always freaks her out just a little bit, seeing people climb out of a picture.
They walk toward the bar, where Spike leaves a pile of paper: peeking over his shoulder she sees notes for Tom and Door, Ingress, Elaine le Blanke, and Faye Valentine. If they have any lingering remorse about going back, none of them are showing it... much.
Moving over to the door together, she knows there really isn't a goddamn thing she can say, so she doesn't say a goddamn thing. Instead she turns back, looks around one more time, and by the time her attention's returned to her travel companions there are only two of them visible, although she knows the third is still there but hidden. With a single nod in their direction, her hand grasps the doorknob and gives it a good tug.
See you later, bar.
When the door closes behind them, the church looks exactly like it did when they first saw it... except for that little rock now lying on the medieval stone floor.
But she owes her brother, and she's a part of this whole thing just like Beth and Beth Junior. And Spike, although he's been the silent partner in the whole affair. They'll be here any minute. Her timing isn't bad at all; she sets down her empty coke glass and stands just as Beth, Spike, and Junior suddenly appear next to that portrait of the dogs playing poker. It always freaks her out just a little bit, seeing people climb out of a picture.
They walk toward the bar, where Spike leaves a pile of paper: peeking over his shoulder she sees notes for Tom and Door, Ingress, Elaine le Blanke, and Faye Valentine. If they have any lingering remorse about going back, none of them are showing it... much.
Moving over to the door together, she knows there really isn't a goddamn thing she can say, so she doesn't say a goddamn thing. Instead she turns back, looks around one more time, and by the time her attention's returned to her travel companions there are only two of them visible, although she knows the third is still there but hidden. With a single nod in their direction, her hand grasps the doorknob and gives it a good tug.
See you later, bar.
When the door closes behind them, the church looks exactly like it did when they first saw it... except for that little rock now lying on the medieval stone floor.
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Sep. 19th, 2007 06:57 pmhectorxdelgado.livejournal.comIs that... Shipwreck? In the bar? REALLY?
It can! It is!
He's been gone for two freakin' years, and here he comes through the door like nothing doing. He's got a pretty well-stuffed rucksack with him, too.
"Avast, landlubbers!"
It can! It is!
He's been gone for two freakin' years, and here he comes through the door like nothing doing. He's got a pretty well-stuffed rucksack with him, too.
"Avast, landlubbers!"
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maxwellsdemon02Duo comes to the bar on purpose this evening. Quelle suprise, eh? But yes! He was in a good mood, so decided to spend some time here, catch up with a few people, maybe have a drink...
And there was a bar stool open! So there he is, kicking back and debating on his choices.
And there was a bar stool open! So there he is, kicking back and debating on his choices.
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Sep. 16th, 2007 07:01 pmno-real-hero.livejournal.comThere's no small amount of pleasure taken in the way she drapes herself over the bar stool like she never left, feet up on the rim of the stool, index finger tracing a random ring of water on Bar's surface. She hasn't had any need for actual money in months now, but that hasn't stopped her carrying some around in her pocket like she has ever since the plague, and she sets a couple bucks down on the bar right now. In her world, things always have a way of coming in handy.
When Beth and Junior and Spike disappeared through that portrait earlier, she took a few to just breathe in the sights and sounds of this place before heading outside to take a walk around the lake. Right there was where she and Quinn first decided to go upstairs together. Right there was where she had that long-ago conversation with Spike, the one where she decided he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Back inside again, she did an equal inventory: met Jack Twist right over there when he told her to shut the hell up. Sat right at that table when Duo stepped up, all shy and young and secure in his insecurity, met Elaine over here. Flirted with that guy Jayne, the guy with a chick's name, but she's the last goddamn person to give anyone crap over a name.
Unless he's her brother. Then he deserves it.
But now she's kicking back, taking a load off. This place is like some fantasy vacation and she doesn't know how long they'll get to stay, but damn if she doesn't plan on making the most out of it while she's here.
Yeah, it's nice to catch a good break every once in a while. And because she can't get one at all on Earth any more, she orders herself a Coca-Cola with a squeeze of fresh lemon. It brings back so many memories.
When Beth and Junior and Spike disappeared through that portrait earlier, she took a few to just breathe in the sights and sounds of this place before heading outside to take a walk around the lake. Right there was where she and Quinn first decided to go upstairs together. Right there was where she had that long-ago conversation with Spike, the one where she decided he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Back inside again, she did an equal inventory: met Jack Twist right over there when he told her to shut the hell up. Sat right at that table when Duo stepped up, all shy and young and secure in his insecurity, met Elaine over here. Flirted with that guy Jayne, the guy with a chick's name, but she's the last goddamn person to give anyone crap over a name.
Unless he's her brother. Then he deserves it.
But now she's kicking back, taking a load off. This place is like some fantasy vacation and she doesn't know how long they'll get to stay, but damn if she doesn't plan on making the most out of it while she's here.
Yeah, it's nice to catch a good break every once in a while. And because she can't get one at all on Earth any more, she orders herself a Coca-Cola with a squeeze of fresh lemon. It brings back so many memories.
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Sep. 16th, 2007 12:05 pmnot_that_spikeIt's been... a really long time: he didn't think he was ever going to see this place again. It's both great and terrible in this crushing sort of way -- the universe is so damn fickle -- but as the door closes behind them and they step in like the ragtag remnants of some mismatched army, he can't help but smile. Just a little, and pat the back of the baby sleeping in his arms, whisper in her ear. "Hey, Junior. Check it out. More guys." He knows when she's fast asleep like this there's no budging her without a hell of a cranky crying fit and it doesn't matter that she's sleeping through it. She's only little, after all, and can sleep through anything in that I'm not even a year old, so let me have my nap sort of way she's got going for herself. Hero's drink offer aside, family matters have to come first: it's the princess's nap time, and that gets to be honored.
Cradling Junior carefully against the sudden intrusion of light and noise and smoke and laughter and smells and people and all that good shit, he leans over and gives Beth a kiss on the cheek. First time in something like six months he's been able to do that in a room full of people, and it's a nice change of pace. Breathing out of that cloak is... well, fuck, he can have a damn smoke if he wants: it's been six months since that happened, too, or sit down and have a hot meal, change his clothes, set Junior down in her crib, hold Beth.
Hold Beth. Without a time limit, without looking over his shoulder to see if someone's approaching. That sounds like the best thing of all, and his mind wants to start racing: if this works and they can come and go and this door stays for them, they could come back here for a couple hours at a time and not have to worry about things and still look for Hero's brother and still...
Whoa, bounty hunter. One step at a time.
"Let's get Junior in her crib." That's a luxury all to itself and it will be for their little princess, too: it's been a long time since she had a good napping place, although that baby carriage has been a pretty nice soft spot for her and she's used that. Still, her crib. Her own crib. He's definitely taking pictures of this one. "Meet back here in about an hour for that drink?" That will give them time, him and Beth, alone together. "Everyone okay with that?"
Junior is: she's sound asleep. Beth is: she promises Hero's getting the key to her old room so they all have somewhere to go and whether or not Hero uses it isn't the point: it's that she's got the option and he gets that. Hero's good with it: she's got that look in her eyes, the one that says she's not going to waste a minute of the freedom this place affords. They're all agreed. He nods to Hero and she nods back to them; it's all good. They know they won't be here long if that door cooperates, and they're all going to make the most of it. There's no more hesitation as he and Beth walk over to the House of Arch portrait, her arm around his waist just like old times, and disappear through it.
Time to go home for a while.
Cradling Junior carefully against the sudden intrusion of light and noise and smoke and laughter and smells and people and all that good shit, he leans over and gives Beth a kiss on the cheek. First time in something like six months he's been able to do that in a room full of people, and it's a nice change of pace. Breathing out of that cloak is... well, fuck, he can have a damn smoke if he wants: it's been six months since that happened, too, or sit down and have a hot meal, change his clothes, set Junior down in her crib, hold Beth.
Hold Beth. Without a time limit, without looking over his shoulder to see if someone's approaching. That sounds like the best thing of all, and his mind wants to start racing: if this works and they can come and go and this door stays for them, they could come back here for a couple hours at a time and not have to worry about things and still look for Hero's brother and still...
Whoa, bounty hunter. One step at a time.
"Let's get Junior in her crib." That's a luxury all to itself and it will be for their little princess, too: it's been a long time since she had a good napping place, although that baby carriage has been a pretty nice soft spot for her and she's used that. Still, her crib. Her own crib. He's definitely taking pictures of this one. "Meet back here in about an hour for that drink?" That will give them time, him and Beth, alone together. "Everyone okay with that?"
Junior is: she's sound asleep. Beth is: she promises Hero's getting the key to her old room so they all have somewhere to go and whether or not Hero uses it isn't the point: it's that she's got the option and he gets that. Hero's good with it: she's got that look in her eyes, the one that says she's not going to waste a minute of the freedom this place affords. They're all agreed. He nods to Hero and she nods back to them; it's all good. They know they won't be here long if that door cooperates, and they're all going to make the most of it. There's no more hesitation as he and Beth walk over to the House of Arch portrait, her arm around his waist just like old times, and disappear through it.
Time to go home for a while.
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Mar. 29th, 2007 06:51 pmno-real-hero.livejournal.comSeeing as how she never does things in a small way -- not since the day all the goddamn guys on the planet dropped dead and it became every woman for herself -- the front door opens with a bang, like she couldn't get in here quick enough. Honestly, she's been kicking back and cooling her heels in Oldenbrook with Beth and Beth Junior and Natalya and Ciba and Vlad and the Hartles and she thought she really could make it without needing this place. Or at least without needing to come back to it, but Santa Madre Beth can be pretty convincing. It's not like she's looking for a quick fuck or anything; that's not her reason for being here.
She can't deny it's really nice to be around guys, though. It both steels her for and saddens her about her own world, but she figures she'll be more of a fool not to take advantage of this place while she can. At least the company is interesting, and the drinks keep flowing.
Joe would have felt right at home here. But she's not going to dwell on ghosts: this is her opportunity to sit down and hang out and talk and have a cigarette if she wants without worrying about being closed in with babies and nursing mamacitas. That in mind, she heads straight to the bar and pulls out a stool and sits her ass down on it, taps the bar, and orders a shot of Jack Daniels. At the very least, she'll get some drink kand a hot meal out of the night.
She can't deny it's really nice to be around guys, though. It both steels her for and saddens her about her own world, but she figures she'll be more of a fool not to take advantage of this place while she can. At least the company is interesting, and the drinks keep flowing.
Joe would have felt right at home here. But she's not going to dwell on ghosts: this is her opportunity to sit down and hang out and talk and have a cigarette if she wants without worrying about being closed in with babies and nursing mamacitas. That in mind, she heads straight to the bar and pulls out a stool and sits her ass down on it, taps the bar, and orders a shot of Jack Daniels. At the very least, she'll get some drink kand a hot meal out of the night.
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Feb. 5th, 2007 08:34 pmstbethadettes(An hour or so ago.)
When Beth and Spike come in from the House of Arch, she's got a hell of a lot more on her than she ever has for her trips out with him, but none of those trips ever involved a baby. And all of those trips were to places where she could easily buy anything she forgot and needed mid-trip.
Her small backpack's been stuffed with everything it can possibly fit (and then some), and even more has been crammed into the flowery bag holding all the baby's things. And Junior, dressed in preparation for chilly weather and seemingly fascinated by her new vantage point, is securely strapped to her back.
Her cap's on, her sunglasses are on, her hair's pulled back, and her hand... is clasped tightly in Spike's.
The life Yorick's leading out there is no life for Spike, but just this one time, she has to firmly remind herself that she would never want that for him. It's a wonder Yorick's still alive -- if he is -- and she won't take the risk with Spike. It's a proven fact that any remnants of the plague that could be in the air wouldn't hurt him, but the plague is pretty fucking far from the only danger for him. Spike can take better care of himself than Yorick, no question, but Spike would be a fuck of a lot harder to miss.
She just couldn't take him.
Sliding her sunglasses down her nose a little, she shoots Spike a quick smile and then glances around the bar. If Hero's not here already, she'll be here any minute.
When Beth and Spike come in from the House of Arch, she's got a hell of a lot more on her than she ever has for her trips out with him, but none of those trips ever involved a baby. And all of those trips were to places where she could easily buy anything she forgot and needed mid-trip.
Her small backpack's been stuffed with everything it can possibly fit (and then some), and even more has been crammed into the flowery bag holding all the baby's things. And Junior, dressed in preparation for chilly weather and seemingly fascinated by her new vantage point, is securely strapped to her back.
Her cap's on, her sunglasses are on, her hair's pulled back, and her hand... is clasped tightly in Spike's.
The life Yorick's leading out there is no life for Spike, but just this one time, she has to firmly remind herself that she would never want that for him. It's a wonder Yorick's still alive -- if he is -- and she won't take the risk with Spike. It's a proven fact that any remnants of the plague that could be in the air wouldn't hurt him, but the plague is pretty fucking far from the only danger for him. Spike can take better care of himself than Yorick, no question, but Spike would be a fuck of a lot harder to miss.
She just couldn't take him.
Sliding her sunglasses down her nose a little, she shoots Spike a quick smile and then glances around the bar. If Hero's not here already, she'll be here any minute.
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Feb. 4th, 2007 03:06 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn comes down the stairs, thinking-
Well, we'll never know what he's thinking. He's just seen the puppet swarm.
"CREEDY!" he bellows. "Get your arse in here right now! We're going home!"
Rescuing Eddie from that dragon cannot be worse than this.
Well, we'll never know what he's thinking. He's just seen the puppet swarm.
"CREEDY!" he bellows. "Get your arse in here right now! We're going home!"
Rescuing Eddie from that dragon cannot be worse than this.
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Feb. 1st, 2007 05:46 pmno-real-hero.livejournal.comIt isn't that she likes the idea of Beth and Beth Junior going out there with her, but she sure understands Beth's logic and reasoning. When Beth told her she was going out that door with her, at first Hero thought she was completely fucking retarded: why give this up? Why even risk it? She and Beth Junior and Spike have the perfect setup here: a place of their own. No goddamn amazons. But the Santa Madre's a persuasive woman -- probably why her dog of a brother liked her well enough to get her knocked up in the first place -- and if it's what Beth wants, she'd rather be out there with her and her niece than let the two of them go out there alone.
She looks at it this way: if she herself doesn't make it back, no one will be any worse off than they already are. If she goes out there and tries to get back in through that cornfield shed and it doesn't work, she'll still only be as far away from the hot suite as she was a few days ago.
If she goes out and does make it back, she'll breathe a little easier. They all will and it's like she told Jack Twist: Beth's her best friend in the whole goddamn world and sure, she'll be really fucking glad to have her out there again. The piece she understands with less certainty is Beth's insistence that Spike stays here: she gets it, but she doesn't think it's fair. Then again, when was life ever fair?
Never, that's when.
So it's with a lot of goddamn trepidation that she opens the front door, walks back out into the Kansas corn field, and lets the shed door shut behind her. Walking away, she eyes the silo that signifies the entrance to the hot suite: she could do this whole fucking thing now. Deliver Amp's shit, make her apologies, and get back here. But there aren't any guarantees about what she'll find once she's there and it'll take a while to get there and make all her explanations, and...
No, she promised Beth she'd try the door and that's what she's going to do. Walking back to the shed she yanks that goddamn door open, breathes out a sigh of relief at what she sees, and comes back into the bar.
"Good fucking thing," she mutters beneath her breath. "I hate it when people leave without saying goodbye."
She looks at it this way: if she herself doesn't make it back, no one will be any worse off than they already are. If she goes out there and tries to get back in through that cornfield shed and it doesn't work, she'll still only be as far away from the hot suite as she was a few days ago.
If she goes out and does make it back, she'll breathe a little easier. They all will and it's like she told Jack Twist: Beth's her best friend in the whole goddamn world and sure, she'll be really fucking glad to have her out there again. The piece she understands with less certainty is Beth's insistence that Spike stays here: she gets it, but she doesn't think it's fair. Then again, when was life ever fair?
Never, that's when.
So it's with a lot of goddamn trepidation that she opens the front door, walks back out into the Kansas corn field, and lets the shed door shut behind her. Walking away, she eyes the silo that signifies the entrance to the hot suite: she could do this whole fucking thing now. Deliver Amp's shit, make her apologies, and get back here. But there aren't any guarantees about what she'll find once she's there and it'll take a while to get there and make all her explanations, and...
No, she promised Beth she'd try the door and that's what she's going to do. Walking back to the shed she yanks that goddamn door open, breathes out a sigh of relief at what she sees, and comes back into the bar.
"Good fucking thing," she mutters beneath her breath. "I hate it when people leave without saying goodbye."
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Jan. 22nd, 2007 05:34 pmno-real-hero.livejournal.comWell, shit. Even though in the back of her mind there's been this thought, this idea, that things would be different here, she never expected that Beth and Beth Junior and Spike just wouldn't... be around. Not in their room, not in the one she used here last time, not in the bar, not out by the lake, not in the goddamn greenhouse, not in the stables, and not in the woods (although she did hear things in the underbrush, but that didn't scare her). They're just not anywhere, and she figures that's that: they're gone. Just gone, not that they had made any promise to be here just in case she ever trotted her lean mean ass back into the place.
It's a shitty feeling, though. Makes her kinda sad, because Beth... Beth's her friend. And Beth Junior is her niece: they're family, and she doesn't have much of that any more. Just Yorick and Mom, and the world's such a goddamn mess, who knows when she'll ever get back to DC to see Mommy again anyway?
Hero sets the backpack down right next to her chair: Quinn's awfully sweet but she doesn't want to leave her pack in his room where she might not be able to get to it if she needs it. It's been a lot of years of having to be ready to spring into action at a moment's notice and that habit isn't going to go away overnight, no matter how warm and seductive his arms are. He's going to have to go back and slay dragons -- literally -- and she's going to have to deliver her package. And it's gonna have to happen soon.
"Shit." Stretching out, she rests her feet on the chair across the table, the heel of one boot resting on the toe of the other. For as long as she can, she's going to soak up the atmosphere of this place. It's not like anywhere else in the whole goddamn world, that's for shittin' sure, and she wants to remember every minute she gets to spend here. Because if her family isn't here and Quinn's leaving, there's no selfless reason to stay. It'd only be to satisfy her own stupid ego, and that would be at the expense of everyone else out there counting on her.
She just can't do that. She can't be that selfish.
It's a shitty feeling, though. Makes her kinda sad, because Beth... Beth's her friend. And Beth Junior is her niece: they're family, and she doesn't have much of that any more. Just Yorick and Mom, and the world's such a goddamn mess, who knows when she'll ever get back to DC to see Mommy again anyway?
Hero sets the backpack down right next to her chair: Quinn's awfully sweet but she doesn't want to leave her pack in his room where she might not be able to get to it if she needs it. It's been a lot of years of having to be ready to spring into action at a moment's notice and that habit isn't going to go away overnight, no matter how warm and seductive his arms are. He's going to have to go back and slay dragons -- literally -- and she's going to have to deliver her package. And it's gonna have to happen soon.
"Shit." Stretching out, she rests her feet on the chair across the table, the heel of one boot resting on the toe of the other. For as long as she can, she's going to soak up the atmosphere of this place. It's not like anywhere else in the whole goddamn world, that's for shittin' sure, and she wants to remember every minute she gets to spend here. Because if her family isn't here and Quinn's leaving, there's no selfless reason to stay. It'd only be to satisfy her own stupid ego, and that would be at the expense of everyone else out there counting on her.
She just can't do that. She can't be that selfish.
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Jan. 21st, 2007 10:57 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn hasn't gone back yet.
No, he hasn't been staying away all this time; he just hasn't gone back yet. Time is not always linear in Milliways, not the way it should be; the link between the main Bar and the upstairs rooms is not always reliable, especially not where Quinn is concerned. More than once he's passed a night in his room and the rest of the Bar's passed a week or more. So as far as he's concerned, it's only just now the morning of the day that he and Creedy are supposed to go back to their world and rescue Eddie from that damn dragon, complete with that sword that... skeleton... Hogfather? gave him. Somehow.
It's occurring to him that something looks a little weird down here now by comparison with then, but he's not quite up to putting a finger on what. He just wants his breakfast before he goes and finds Creedy, who's probably out back under the trees or something.
No, he hasn't been staying away all this time; he just hasn't gone back yet. Time is not always linear in Milliways, not the way it should be; the link between the main Bar and the upstairs rooms is not always reliable, especially not where Quinn is concerned. More than once he's passed a night in his room and the rest of the Bar's passed a week or more. So as far as he's concerned, it's only just now the morning of the day that he and Creedy are supposed to go back to their world and rescue Eddie from that damn dragon, complete with that sword that... skeleton... Hogfather? gave him. Somehow.
It's occurring to him that something looks a little weird down here now by comparison with then, but he's not quite up to putting a finger on what. He just wants his breakfast before he goes and finds Creedy, who's probably out back under the trees or something.
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Jan. 21st, 2007 08:17 pmswinging-cod.livejournal.comAn... unexpected person clomps in through the front door, looking around warily.
Mal'd cornered him this afternoon, talking real fast about duties and responsibilities and doing one's part, and then climbed out of Jayne's bunk with a quick utterance about studying and tonight.
Jayne had to find 'Nara and figure out what was up.
Mal wanted Jayne to cover him at Milliways.
Tending.
Bar.
...No problem.
So, it's an inwardly anxious but outwardly cocky Jayne who saunters behind Bar, rummages for a 'tender's half-apron, ties it on, careful not to catch the strings on his hip-slung pistols, and picks up the Bartender's Bible.
After much squinting, Jayne throws the book aside and clears his throat.
"All right, shut up, you bèn tiānshēng de yìduī ròu, and listen up. This here's the gorram 'Happy' 'Hour', exceptin' it's more like the 'Marginally Content Indeterminate Length of Time in Which I Serve And You Drink Without Complainin'.' Specials're Ng Ka Pe, Sam Adams, and..." He trails off, trying to think of another drink he knows. Bar materializes a note, and he picks it up, squinting. "...Tequ-eye-lah."
Jayne Cobb looks over the patrons and draws himself up as big as he can. Pretty big.
"What can I get you?"
Mal'd cornered him this afternoon, talking real fast about duties and responsibilities and doing one's part, and then climbed out of Jayne's bunk with a quick utterance about studying and tonight.
Jayne had to find 'Nara and figure out what was up.
Mal wanted Jayne to cover him at Milliways.
Tending.
Bar.
...No problem.
So, it's an inwardly anxious but outwardly cocky Jayne who saunters behind Bar, rummages for a 'tender's half-apron, ties it on, careful not to catch the strings on his hip-slung pistols, and picks up the Bartender's Bible.
After much squinting, Jayne throws the book aside and clears his throat.
"All right, shut up, you bèn tiānshēng de yìduī ròu, and listen up. This here's the gorram 'Happy' 'Hour', exceptin' it's more like the 'Marginally Content Indeterminate Length of Time in Which I Serve And You Drink Without Complainin'.' Specials're Ng Ka Pe, Sam Adams, and..." He trails off, trying to think of another drink he knows. Bar materializes a note, and he picks it up, squinting. "...Tequ-eye-lah."
Jayne Cobb looks over the patrons and draws himself up as big as he can. Pretty big.
"What can I get you?"
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Jan. 21st, 2007 05:12 pmno-real-hero.livejournal.com( Before this: I don't think we're in Kansas any more. )
Shit. Well, shit on a stick: this is not where she expected to be. Not now, not ever. Never again, and she could just kiss the goddamn ground and cry, both out of happiness and out of frustration. So fucking close to Oldenbrook, but if this place wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime chance the last time, she'll look on it like a twice-in-a-lifetime gift this time. Eager to see a friendly face, she skims the bar, kicking herself mentally when every goddamn head of brown hair makes her think of Quinn.
She doesn't see him, though, or Beth or her guy Spike, or Elaine, or that cowboy calling himself Jack, or even that kid Duo. Mike isn't behind the bar, either. Yeah, like things are gonna stand still while she's out walking her goddamn ass off from Nevada to Kansas? Nope, nothing says so. And maybe nothing here's the same as it was before anyhow. Maybe it's all turned over, everyone's gone, replaced by new people. All she knows is she deserves a fucking drink. Pushing her way through the crowd, she picks a seat at the edge of the bar, wriggling out of the heavy backpack and setting it between her body and the bar: it still contains one of her world's most priceless items, hermetically sealed and buried deep away. She's not gonna be the one responsible for losing the one thing that could save all humanity.
It's a big goddamn burden to carry, but she owes it to her brother to do it.
Shit. Well, shit on a stick: this is not where she expected to be. Not now, not ever. Never again, and she could just kiss the goddamn ground and cry, both out of happiness and out of frustration. So fucking close to Oldenbrook, but if this place wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime chance the last time, she'll look on it like a twice-in-a-lifetime gift this time. Eager to see a friendly face, she skims the bar, kicking herself mentally when every goddamn head of brown hair makes her think of Quinn.
She doesn't see him, though, or Beth or her guy Spike, or Elaine, or that cowboy calling himself Jack, or even that kid Duo. Mike isn't behind the bar, either. Yeah, like things are gonna stand still while she's out walking her goddamn ass off from Nevada to Kansas? Nope, nothing says so. And maybe nothing here's the same as it was before anyhow. Maybe it's all turned over, everyone's gone, replaced by new people. All she knows is she deserves a fucking drink. Pushing her way through the crowd, she picks a seat at the edge of the bar, wriggling out of the heavy backpack and setting it between her body and the bar: it still contains one of her world's most priceless items, hermetically sealed and buried deep away. She's not gonna be the one responsible for losing the one thing that could save all humanity.
It's a big goddamn burden to carry, but she owes it to her brother to do it.
