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[mm_ali]

When his apartment turns into something like a bar, Angel isn't too surprised.

It's happened before.

But it doesn't take long for him to notice that it's not the same place he'd been going to.

"Well...this is interesting."

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[mm_quinby]

Before long, Mark appears as well, poking his head around the door. "What the hell? When'd I put a bar in the Loft. I must be doing renovations in my sleep now." He runs a hand through his hair.

[mm_ali]

"Strange things have a habit of happening." Angel's always glad to see Mark--it's good that he's pulling himself together after the Maureen debacle. "How're things going at the drama department?"

[mm_quinby]

"The what?" Mark blinks. "Angel, I left college years ago. You know that. Unless there was some meeting I missed... No, I don't think I'm speaking anywhere. Shit, I need a better calendar."

[mm_ali]

".....honey, what year is it for you?"

Fucking Milliways. Even if this isn't Milliways, it still applies.

[hermit_of]

The place pops up sometimes. That's not a surprise anymore.
The people... hell yes.
"...That may well be an understatement."

[mm_ali]

Angel, well, looks at himself. His other self. His what-the-fuck-ever self.

"I wondered when I'd run into myself."

[hermit_of]

"Something like that, anyway. When is it for you?"

[mm_ali]

"1997 - March. Spring break and I'm about to marry Collins. You?"