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[alma_jr]

Pre-Milliways

A tall, skinny girl pushes the door in with her back, for her hands are still in her pockets. As she turns around she doens't see Eddie, the creepy cashier selling lotto tickets. She sees, well...she doesn't know what she sees. She lets the door shut behind her just as silently as it opened.

Alma Del Mar Jr. has come to Milliways.

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[the_antiangst]

"Are you all right?"
This from the... girl? at one of the nearby tables. Angel's pretty sure this one's a newbie, but isn't saying as much.

[alma_jr]

Junior walks slowly toward her table. The closer she gets she's really not sure if her eyes are playing tricks on her. Is that a girl?

"I...I think so. Um. I meant to go to the Texaco."

[the_antiangst]

"I guess the bar snuck up on you, then. It likes to do that, from what I've heard. So, welcome to Milliways. I'm Angel, by the way."

[alma_jr]

"Alma Del Mar Jr. but please call me Junior."

She bites her nails. Nervous habit.

"So. Milliways Bar? It can sneak up on ya?"

[the_antiangst]

Angel nods. "People show up from all kinds of different times and places, and most of them aren't expecting it the first time. But I guess that's the end of the universe for you."

[alma_jr]

"End of the...you're serious?"

She grabs the nearest chair and drops down in front of Angel. Hopefully she? he? won't mind the intrusion and will understand that her legs just might not let her stand back up for a mintue or two.

[the_antiangst]

"Yeah. There's a window, but the whole exploding-stars thing... isn't to everyone's tastes. Where're you from?"
Angel doesn't mind intrusions, no.

[alma_jr]

"Wyoming. Small town. We ain't got nothing like this."

She plays with her cuticles in order to not look too stunned. End of the universe...

[the_antiangst]

"I'm from New York. 1997. There's nothing like it there, either - I'm pretty sure I would've found it, if there were."