Arrival

[weirdwilbur]

A . . . man enters the bar. Well, sort of a man. Most men aren't nine feet tall, with a trenchcoat that still manages to be oversized.

He freezes and stares around.

"Whar am I?" he asks in a thick New England-ish accent.

(OOC: Come one, come all.)

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[notagagagirl]

Scaramouche, the rocker-esque gal diligently making her lists, freezes in turn.

.... The hell?

"Um." She's never seen anyone that tall.

[weirdwilbur]

"What?"

He feels behind him for the door.

It isn't there. He sighs.

"Et's nawt my fault I'm tall."

[notagagagirl]

"..." No, seriously, he's really tall. He makes Brit look like a midget, making her look like a bug.

"Um. No. I guess not."

[weirdwilbur]

"May I sit down? I seem unable tew leave, sew . . ."

He gestures to the seat next to her.

"Ef yew'd rather not, I'll find somewhar else."

[gone_byebye]

... no.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh hell no. Ray knows that voice. Or one very like it, anyway; who knows, it could be an alternate universe at work...

"Uh," his throat sort of manages without him, since the rest of Ray's brain is tied up with calculating the distance to the nearest large dog or scary book. "This is Milliways?"

[weirdwilbur]

"Yeah?"

He looks curious.

"Where's thet?" He frowns. "An' who are yew?"

[gone_byebye]

"End of the universe, Mr. Whateley."

He's guessing. There's no way there could be two people with that physiology and that same speech mannerism, could there? Please?

"My name's Dr. Stantz. I don't know if you'd know me, but I was an assistant librarian at Miskatonic University..."

[weirdwilbur]

His face twists.

"Yer the 'un what wouldn't let me take the Necronomicon! Ef yew'd let me look at et . . ." He winces. "Ef yew'd let me look at et I wouldn't have had my throat torn aout.

"Thet's why I'm et the end o' the universe, isn't et? I'm dead."

He slumps.