Sep 17, 2010 22:07
There is a very grim looking Celt at a table today. He's got a horn of ale and he's been nursing it for a bit now. Next to his elbow his staff was propped against the table, and his gold inlayed harp was placed on the table. His blue cloak was hung on the back of his chair.
.... He was thinking about the events of his day. He's botherable.
guppy sandhu,
tegid tathal,
bill pardy
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He pulls off his cap and runs a hand through his hair. Time off is sounding better and better everyday as things get more hectic down at the station.
Looking over, he spots Tegid and gives a nod.
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"How y'been?"
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He took a tug at his ale.
"And you?"
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"M'sorry t'hear that."
Ordering a Coke, he shakes his head.
"I'm alright, thing's have been busy since I got back t'work."
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"S'how it is, sometimes. An' I got my girl stayin' in my world, so been pretty occupied, I guess."
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"Is that safe?" asked Tegid.
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"What, my job?"
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"No, taking someone from here to your world," he explained.
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He gives a partial shrug.
"Not really, I guess. Her world's the same as mine, kinda. It gets a little tricky, but it ain't dangerous. No more so than where she's from, anyways."
Bill thinks about that day in L.A. for Kate and holds in a frown.
"She's been there for a long time now, an' it's been workin' out fine."
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"Why would it be?"
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"People visit other worlds from here all the time. Have you heard somethin' goin' wrong? We haven't had any problems beyond explainin' things without really bein' able t'tell the whole truth, y'know?"
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