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Ben Gates is on his cell phone, backing into the door with a laughing “Well Patrick Henr-Riley?” as he steps through the threshold and the line goes dead. He snorts at the cell phone and pockets it (Riley's instituted a 'one historical reference per phone call' rule, which means their conversations tend to be short these days), turning around

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[will_scarlett]

Will had been reading Shakespeare when the new man enters and raises his tankard in salute,

"Welcome to Milliways, sir."

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"Thank you," Ben replies, automatically.

After a pause he continues "This bar just...appeared."

The man--boy--is clearly some sort of medieval reenactor, or just got back from some dress party. He's British, Ben's pretty sure.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, sir, does that at times. First found a door in 'arald's stall. Can ye see a door where ye just walked in from?"

The book is laid down and Will stands up to help the man adjust a bit more, his sword bumps against the chair slightly.

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"...Yes," Ben says, not turning around again. "I already looked for that. Just in case."

He waves his hand slightly, clearly growing more confused. "You're saying that you didn't get here through my front door?"

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There's a black-haired girl looking at him, stone-faced, from a chair nearby.

She blinks, then slips off her chair, feet cat-quiet on the floor.

"Hello."

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"Hello," he replies cautiously, eyeing the girl (and wow, aren't there a surprising number of young people here? It's almost enough to make him feel old).

Some sort of dancer, maybe? He's not entirely sure, but few people can move like that.

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X does not look away from him.

"You are new?"

[consideredwrong]

"Well," Ben says dryly, "this was my house, so new might not be exactly the right word. Confused, yes."

[shortofcrazy]

Abigail probably won't like this.

However, Riley does.

Ben will, very shortly, find himself the recipient of an abrupt attack-by-hug; the kind that speaks of sudden relief and spontaneous gratitude, and that will be regretted in a moment.

For now, though, Ben's arms are pinned to his sides.

Suck it up and deal with it, Gates.

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"...Hi," Ben says dryly, staring down at the very familiar ruffled hair.

He tries, for a moment, to pat Riley's shoulder consolingly, but his arms are pretty much useless in this scenario.

"Why is there a bar in my house, Riley?"

And why is Riley in the bar in his house? Last Ben knew he was at his townhouse.

[shortofcrazy]

Ben is here Ben is here if Ben is here Riley can go home--

Riley sort of realizes, after a minute, what he's doing.

He glances up (he can't see much besides Ben's shoulder), and then he releases Ben, takes a rather lengthy, exaggerated step back, and brushes himself off. Casually. See Riley's casual.

Riley looks -- well, like Riley, looking shifty. He's wearing jeans, Chucks, a T-shirt and a track jacket, and his glasses, and there is a table nearby hosting a familiar battered laptop and a surface littered with sheets of notebook paper scrawled on in nearly illegible handwriting.

"Hey, Ben," he says (that's right: casually).

Beat.

"What's up?"

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"There is," Ben repeats, "a bar in my house, Riley. And you were in your townhouse not two minutes ago."

There's a moment where Ben takes in the scene at the nearby table.

"And you look like you're living here. In the bar. In my house. My day's great, and yours?"

[torch_reporter]

"Oh my god," Chloe says slowly, staring at him as she turns around in her seat. She gets up and rushes over, grinning brightly. "You must be Ben Gates. Riley promised me the exclusive, you know."

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"...Hi," Ben says, with a bemused smile. "I am. Ben Gates, I mean. I'm afraid we've already share our story with several news sources already, miss--I'm sorry, but do you know why there's a bar where my house should be?"

[OOC: Let's invoke millitime and run Chloe and Riley threads simultaneously so we don't trip ourselves up?]

[torch_reporter]

"What?"

A flash of hurt crosses Chloe's face for a moment until she shrugs it off. There is, at least, one exclusive she can get.

"Okay. Milliways then. Please?"

Look at those eyes: she's begging.

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"It has been a few months since we found it," he tells her, seriously. "I'm not sure I know what 'Milliways' is? Also, sorry, I didn't catch your name. You're a friend of Riley's?"

Ben would say 'A friend of Riley's is a friend of mine' but he's not sre he wants to be friends with all of Riley's friends

For starters, most of them don't even know when the constitution was written