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[badge_177]

A man walks in the door. He is a middle-aged but lean figure, dressed in a worn brown uniform and dented armor. He carries a helmet under one arm. His posture and expression manage to convey a sense that he is strictly at attention yet rather irritated at being so.

Upon seeing where he is, he stops. Meaning he stops moving completely. This is not

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[freedmemories]

Aelita was reading, before this man appeared. She didn't see him step in.

She jumped and almost dropped her book, when he punched the wall. (Hadn't there been a door there just a moment ago?) Half-hiding behind it (it was a picture book after all, Little Red Riding Hood, and thus large enough to hide behind), she manages a steady "Hello?"

He's new, whoever he is, and she might as well be nice.

[badge_177]

Vimes is not in his most agreeable mood, and unfortunately that extends to nervous pink haired girls (pink hair? another magical accident?).

"Where is this?" he demands. At least he's not fully glaring at her. Not that there's too much of a difference.

[freedmemories]

Instinctively, Aelita ducks even further behind the book. "It's the Inn. I'm new here too," she says, hoping it doesn't come out as a nervous little squeak.

Whoever this guy is, he's scarier than William Dunbar on a really bad day....

[badge_177]

The Inn. Well that was wonderfully helpful and not at all vaguely sinister.

But he can't really blame the kid. She doesn't seem to have too much an idea of what this was. He tries to soften his expression. He isn't too successful.

"Do you know who's in charge?" Better to channel fury in that direction.

At that thought, he starts to look angrier again. Oops.

[assassinpharaoh]

Teppic's been feeling a bit homesick (certainly not for Djelibeybi - that damned pyramid is still under construction), so he's having some fish and chips for dinner. Not the extreme fish and chips Chidder set up to celebrate their Guild graduation; for one thing, he doesn't trust himself to think it up just right.
But the plain fish and chips are still rather Morporkian, in smell. Teppic's reaction when he notices the new arrival is also somewhat Morporkian in nature... it's just several years behind the times.*
"...Captain Vimes?"

*This isn't his fault, though. If anything, it's the inn's.

(OOC: This will be slow like a slow thing, but I couldn't resist. XD All I ask is no Pyramids-based future-spoiling, as he'll get to that soon enough; anything else is fair game.)

[badge_177]

Vimes frowns as he focused on the young man. Well, he was already frowning, but it deepens.

His first assessment said "Assassin," but that can't be right, no assassin would be so politically unaware as to call him "Captain." Of course, you didn't have to stay in the business once you'd graduated, but those pursue less thrilling careers tend to lose the look pretty quickly. It happens when you start being able to take for granted that this roll isn't poisoned.

Torn between correcting the man or asking who he was, Vimes decides to get the "Captain" part out of the way first.

"It's Commander." His tone suggests he begrudges this effort.

(( As you can tell, I have no right to mind slow. >.> ))

[assassinpharaoh]

"It is?"
Teppic does a re-assessment. The Watchman in question does seem to be a little older - and, perhaps most importantly, quite a bit more sober - than what he remembers seeing a few times in Ankh-Morpork.
"This place has to be playing with time again. I have not been out of Ankh-Morpork that long."
Between the inn and Djelibeybi, the exact length of time is a bit fuzzy. But he knows it hasn't been several years.

[badge_177]

"Playing with time?" Vimes repeats suspiciously. (Of course, he's always suspicious)

Wizards.

[iamagichead]

How about a wizard?

Ponder is sitting at a table, a pile of books around him, muttering to himself. He doesn't look like hei's doing anything specific, but who knows. Those wizards are confusing, really.

[badge_177]

Poor Ponder.
This is not the best time and place to be wearing a pointy hat.

Vimes stomps over to the table in a few long strides and slams a hand down in front of Ponder, scattering some of the books back over the table and onto the floor.

"What the hell did you lot do?" The volume of his voice is much better suited to communicating with someone across the room.

(( Apologies for the delay. >.< ))

[iamagichead]

"I... we... what?" Ponder looks up, a bit frightened, but mostly concerned. "Commander. I really don't think I did anything." He blinks. "What is it that you think I did?"

[badge_177]

"Brought me here!" He may even be marginally louder than he already was.