(Untitled)

[fast_thrower]

"Stupid Batman... stupid Waller.. stupid 'audition'." Owen grumbles to himself as he slams the door behind him, before lifting his head just as he was about to throw his jacket off.

"...wait, wut?" He looks around at the bar he's in. "This isn't home."

Comments

[tyler_marlocke]

...Huh.

Oh, one of those names he recognizes, but that's not the point.

The point is that there is a new guy.

".mmmnope. Sorry?"

And new people are such fun.

[fast_thrower]

Owen scratches his head. "And you are...?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Someone who works here regularly." Beauford grins. It's probably not a day to play hide the name with this guy. "Beauford Tannen."

[fast_thrower]

"Owen Mercer... nice to meet you, so far as I can tell." He shrugs. "I'm not really one for all this cosmic-y magic-y junk."

[tyler_marlocke]

"eh, if you've grown up with it, it's not all too bad. Bit like when neighbors grill bananas next door." Beauford nods. "So, you want the nickel guide?"

[fast_thrower]

"Sure, lay it on me." He shrugs. "Not like this can get much more incomprehensible for a grunt like me."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Welcome to Milliways, the bar and hostel at the end of the universe, if you can still see the door you came in by that's how you're going to leave." And with an air of someone who's done this enough times to have it down to a routine.. "As per house custom, you first order is completely on the house for being the new guy. There's three solid rules that get enforced by Security inside the Bar proper

[fast_thrower]

"Must be some really good beer if a god hangs out for it..." is all Owen can think of to say in response.

"How likely is the whole instant naked thing?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Really, really good beer." Beaufords enthusiastically amends. "Thousands of kinds."

"Nnnnot that likely, one in a hundred might have that happen. More if it's April Fools day. Interdimensional pranksters. Which is also why I make it a kind of fourth rule to never eat or touch any food that's been left out with no one to claim it."

[fast_thrower]

"I'll have to remember that... I always heard about this little weirdo in a derby that liked to bother Superman..."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Yeah, most part the folks you'll meet as decent enough, but there's always one jerk who has to mess around." Beauford smirks. "Second thing, big wooden Bar here? Sentient, may not talk except through napkins, but she understands any language, and can get you just about anything given it isn't a weapon, illegal in your tiny part of the multiverse, or alive."

"I do mean anything, you ever feel adventurous in food, ask her for a Blue Plate special."

He's nodding towards the stairs over on one side. "You wanna room, just ask Bar for a room key and try and find the number up the stairs over there. And the locations for rooms move a little. Back yard area is a magically produced fully liveable environment, which mimics the weather in Scotland concurrent to the 2011 calender. We do have werewolves who're decent guys the other 25 days of the lunar calender so attention to that calender is definitely crucial."

[fast_thrower]

"Thanks for the heads-up on all that, man." Owen nods to him, trying to process all that, before gently patting a hand on the bar.

"How about a porterhouse and a KFC Double Down?"

[tyler_marlocke]

Both appear in an instant, in a cold mug and on a white plate respectively. With some little cups of sauce, though the chicken might not be the KFC brand exactly in seasoning.

"I'll take a cold Tei Ceti and a blue plate special." Beauford replies, leaving some crumpled dollar bills on the surface.

One dark frosty mug, and a plate full of a dark blue, orange and green leafy salad with four deep-fried patties and sauce appears.

[fast_thrower]

"Hm." Well, it's not the sort of porterhouse he'd been asking for, but Owen's not going to turn down a cold drink in any event. "Not bad at all." He pulls up a stool and starts on his meal. Beating up your best friend burns a lot of calories, let alone using sueprspeed for it.

[tyler_marlocke]

"......damn man, what'd you do, forget to eat for 16 hours?" Beauford asks as he starts tucking into his own meal.

[fast_thrower]

Owen orders up plate of sliders, and smirks. "Well, yeah, but the other thing is that I tend to go through food really fast. Being sexy, and super-fast burns up a lot of energy."