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[qsilver_md]

Kevin... doesn't quite know what to do with himself now. His greatest work, the one thing he's wanted to do with his death, is done.

His brother is free, and that means he is too. Free from the one true obligation he had here, and while he's happy, and the thought it worked! still circles in his mind more often than not, he's at a bit of a loose

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[sylvie_barker]

Sylvie? Has strong opinions on beer; we're not sure about scientists.
She offers him a polite smile when she looks up from the newspaper she's studying.
"Afternoon."

[qsilver_md]

He glances up and smiles back, just as politely.

"Afternoon."

[sylvie_barker]

She looks past him at the Window for a second, and just shakes her head. "Someone's showing off. Has that always been there, do you know?"

[qsilver_md]

"I don't know about always, but it was here when I arrived, and no one I've met mentioned being here before it."

He's a little puzzled by her casualness faced with that sight.

[sylvie_barker]

Sylvie's reaction wasn't casual the first time she saw it. However, she is rather strongly set in her ways when it comes to not showing it when things freak her out. (in much the same way that the Atlantic Ocean is
just a tad salty.)
Kevin might notice though that she turns to put her back to it, after a moment.
"Ah. This is only the second time I've come through here." She stops.
"Excuse my lack of manners; am I disturbing you?"

[qsilver_md]

"No, not at all", he assures her, offering a hand. "Kevin Fawkes."

[sylvie_barker]

She takes it in hers, left-handed, shaking it gently before she lets go. "Sylvie Barker. Nice to meet you, Mr. Fawkes." She won't use his first name yet.

[qsilver_md]

"And you, Ms. Barker." He'll take her lead, not wanting to offend her. "You said this was your second time in?"

[sylvie_barker]

"Yes. I'm wondering if Bar or this Landlord is trying to tell me something, as twice now it's shown up when I was on my way to the same place." She smiles, shrugs. "Though I can admit Milliways has more to interest someone than most bars or hangouts in Missouri."

[qsilver_md]

"That it sure does." He grins. "Have you been told much about the place?"

[sylvie_barker]

"Someone told me a basic set of rules--no in-house violence, no old feuds or business, no nudity. What else would you say a newb ought to hear?" she asks curiously.

[qsilver_md]

"...hm. There's a lot of things to learn, but most of them you pick up over time. About the place itself - there's a lake and mountains out back, and an infirmary just over there for anyone sick or injured, and that happens more often than you'd think. And there's people here - and gods - with a lot of power, so be careful who you piss off."

[sylvie_barker]

"If you have sick or injured patrons often enough to need an infirmary, it almost sounds as if 'don't piss strangers off' might be the first rule," she agreed. "Anyway. I'm a webdesigner, not a pro wrestler or anything. I
try not to make a habit out of annoying deities."

[qsilver_md]

"It's not a healthy habit to have", Kevin agrees, deadpan.

[sylvie_barker]

"'And if someone asks you if you're a god, don't say no'." She laughs softly.

"Where or when are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

[qsilver_md]

"...that's the other thing", he says wryly. "You may meet people here who're fictional in your world. Like Ray Stantz. And I'm from California. 2000. You?"