Griffin O'Connor, Jumper, Barplaceways.

[mm_eric]

Griffin wasn't expecting to step through the door into Milliways. It shows, momentarily, as a brief flash of panic before he closes off, expression twisting to something not unlike amusement but disturbingly close to anger. He's holding a baseball bat, tapping it against his shoulder slowly.

Not jumping, yet ("Never jump where someone can see you

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[facetsofbethan]

"You look a lot like my best friend," remarks the young woman in a top hat. "But you're not. You don't move like Gryff does."

Nix is sitting on a barstool with a drink - something tall and alcoholic. It may be a mojito. She doesn't seem at all worried about the baseball bat.

[mm_eric]

Okay, the top hat is just plain odd.

The rest of this whole situation is strange, too, but the top hat especially so. Griffin mutters something to himself in Spanish.

Eventually (and it is eventually, because how do you respond to something like that?): "I'm sure he doesn't have my brilliant wit, either. Mind telling me where the fuck I am?" It's less of a question, more of a demand.

[facetsofbethan]

"Easy, short stuffs." Nix doesn't bat an eyelid.

"They call it Milliways. It's a bar. Apparently it's at the end the universe. Although whether or not you believe that," she shrugs, "That's up to you. Personally I'm reserving judgement."

She offers him a pale hand. Her last two fingers are slightly twisted, as if they were once trapped in a door for a long time.

"I'm Nix."

[mm_eric]

She gets a glare. Griffin isn't short! He just slouches. Yeah. It's totally just the slouching and he'll be very hurt if anybody says different and they'll be very mean and they wouldn't want that, would they.

Yeah. Totally.

Moving on. "Good for you. Really." It's unclear what he's referring to. He also doesn't take her hand.

[facetsofbethan]

Bright blue eyes look back at him calmly.

"Suit yourself, then." Nix returns to her drink.

[mm_eric]

"Don't suppose you want to point me in the direction of somebody sane? Out of the kindness of your heart, really."

[facetsofbethan]

It's a few seconds before Nix bothers to look back at him.

"Around here? You'll be lucky."

[mm_eric]

Griffin just sighs.

[facetsofbethan]

She offers him a crooked grin.

"You'll get used to it. Maybe. I dunno, I've only been here a couple of days."

[mm_eric]

"And yet you're so very helpful."

[facetsofbethan]

"Hey, you swore at me. Doesn't make a girl want to be nice, you know?"

[mm_eric]

"I'm sure it was a terribly traumatic experience for you."

[facetsofbethan]

"I'm heartbroken, truly." Dryly.

"But still not particularly inclined to be nice."

[mm_eric]

"What a shame, it seems so important to have you be all nice and pleasant and cuddly to me."

[facetsofbethan]

"Into every life," Nix says, sipping her drink, "A little rain must fall."

She turns abruptly to look at him again.

"So, how about a name? I don't insist it be your real one."

[mm_eric]

"Lord Roderick Henry von Sharklestein. The Third." Sarcasm? Where?