First Entrance

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OOM: the only thing you can do when you're in a terrible situation is close your eyes and get on with it.

The man in the doorway drops his cell phone.

It snaps, breaking badly, before he stares blankly. Two minutes ago this ways most definately not a fucking bar.Mark is suddenly very aware of just how shitty he looks-sweat stained shirt, burns

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[makesthings]

When the phone breaks, Sameth stops on his way to a table and comes over.

He's just a young man in a rather medieval outfit with forge grime on him,

"Do you need help fixing that?"

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"Fixing?..."

He stares at the phone before staring back at the man. Alright, so when did the Medieval Fair get into town?

Whatever.

"...It's fine. I can get another one. I um-" If this was a dream it was one of the weirdest he'd ever been in, "I'm a little lost actually..."

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"Oh, this is Milliways. I make things so I might be able to help,"

Also Sam's always wanted to see the inside of one of those little phones, so many people carry them around here.

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He hesitates, "Give me a minute."

Picking up alot of the pieces, he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes it down. Regardless of it being a dream there was no point in not being careful. He hesitated, looking at it and wondering just-

Don't think about it.. Sure. you're thinking like the serial killer. Great Mark.

He grimaces, "Take it. You can keep that. It's a fuckin' pay-as-you-go phone."

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"Pay-as-you-go, how does that work?"

He leans forward again, he's not sure why the man used a handkerchief on the phone. After all it seemed pretty clean to start with, but maybe the man's just really neat.

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"...Well."

Wow these guys took their roleplaying seriously.

"When you get a phone plan you can get one that gives you a set number of minutes a month or you can pay to use it." He nods, "There's no real plan and you don't have to pay if you don't use the phone."

Pause, "this one's a shitty Cricket phone so you can definately go ahead and keep it."

Hell, this was a ridiculous dream anyway...

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"A cricket, as in the bug or the game?"

The phone isn't shaped too much like a bug, that would at least make sense.

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Pause.

"It's a cell phone plan dude."

pause. who am I to judge? I mean honestly? It's his fucking job. and he did his share of roleplaying.

Regularly. He frowns, "...Like I said, it's yours man. It's cute."

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Cute seemed an odd word and Sameth tucked the phone away,

"Of course. Do you have any questions about Milliways?"

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"...Milli-what?"

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"Where you are now, its at the End of the Universe,"

Sameth doesn't look at the Window since he can feel it but gestures in the general direction.

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It..

Reminds him of a whole bunch of things. The first thing that comes to mind though was his first terrorist situation and then...he-

He frowns, "....do we have to look at that?"

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"I don't like to,"

Mark might notice that Sameth is purposefully not looking at it and has even gone a little pale.

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"I mean seriously, what the fuck. There's no real point of having something like that in a bar. Even a dream bar...that's seemingly Suddenly appeared out side the meat plant."

"I mean, c'mon..."

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"Its where we are, that's why its here. Look, the first drink's free, let me get you something. It helps."

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"Let me get this straight." Mark holds up a hand, "You're not some kind roleplaying...nerd...guy? this isn't some medevial bar?"

Now that he looked at it, despite feeling like he crawled out of a hole, "...What the fuck?"