Aug 25, 2009 05:46
A door in the bar opens with the hiss of depressurization, the air turning into fine vapor then dissipating within moments. There are faint bleeps and blips, and a man laughs to himself in wondered disbelief.
The fact he and the ship weren't instantaneously scattered into atoms upon arrival was a relief, first off. It meant his engineers were doing their jobs, as he knew his schematics had been correct. But the anomalous readings could've meant any number of spacetime oddities lay beyond the confines of his ship; out of all of them, a bar was the last he expected.
He stepped out of the doorway, closing it behind him slowly. He'd just have to trust his ship to still be there. Wherever it was. If it even had the energy to take him back. He pushed these thoughts aside quickly, instead marveling at this wonderful new place he'd found. He shrugged off the fur-lined jacket draped about his shoulders - it had been a necessity on his planet, but certainly not here - revealing an impeccable black suit underneath. He folded the jacket, tucked it under one arm, and took a seat at the bar, a bemused smile playing on his lips all the while.
the bar,
the master