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[alma_jr]

Pre-Milliways

A tall, skinny girl pushes the door in with her back, for her hands are still in her pockets. As she turns around she doens't see Eddie, the creepy cashier selling lotto tickets. She sees, well...she doesn't know what she sees. She lets the door shut behind her just as silently as it opened.

Alma Del Mar Jr. has come to Milliways.

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[e_delmar]

Maybe Ennis don't pay attention to much. Maybe he don't, but when that girl opens a door, he can't help but pay attention to that.

"Shit."

[alma_jr]

Junior walks farther into the bar. There are some strange people in Wyoming.

Something familar catches her eye...can't be. No.

"Daddy?"

[e_delmar]

That ain't his little girl; his little girl's, well, little, but there ain't no mistakin' her for nobody else, and Ennis knows well as most what kind of things the bar can do. His voice catches a bit as he looks up at her.

"Junior."

[alma_jr]

"Daddy, what're doin' here?"

She stares back at him and thinks that he couldn't be with her this weekend because of a roundup, and now he's here?

[alec_or_alonzo]

Phil looks up and sees the girl enter with that very befuddled look that always appears on the newest faces. With a bright smile she heads over.

"Hello, dear," she says, "you look as confused as I did when I first walked in here, but I promise we're all such very nice people and you'll like it here awfully."

She sticks out a hand, "My name is Philippa Gordon. Phil for short. Do call me Phil. And this place," she says, gesturing, is Milliways."

[alma_jr]

"Uh, hi. Uh...Phil"

Junior's never been good with talking to new people.

"You said Milliways? Did the t-star get new owners?"

[alec_or_alonzo]

"T-star?" she looks around, "Sorry, dearie, but this place is very different from any place you have at home. You've reached the bar at the end of the universe."

She gestures to the observation window.

"People come here from all sorts of places. I'm from Nova Scotia, Canada, for example. Where do you hail from?"

[alma_jr]

Junior looks out the window and can hardly believe her eyes. Her hands knot themselves together.

"So when you say universe, you mean...yeah. You do."

She stares out the window again, until she realizes she's being rude and quiet.

"Hail? Oh um, Wyoming. America."

[mnt_raph]

[alma_jr]

She turns to the voice talking to her and blinks.

"Uh, yeah, uh. Give me a minute."

"And perhaps a drink of water or somethin'."

[mnt_raph]

[alma_jr]

She eyes the glass and then carefully reaches for it, expecting it to be an illusion. When she touches cold glass, she recoils. It's real!

"I guess you say that. How 'bout you?"

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is watching her with some interest.

He thinks she looks familiar, somehow ... if only vaguely.

"You look perhaps a bit lost." Says the strange man in the Arabian robes.

[alma_jr]

"Er, yessir."

She's never seen this place before, but she can't forget her manners. Her momma would be mad.

She's never seen a man wearing what looks like a dress either.

[almost_arabian]

It's not a dress, but it's close.

She gets a smile. "Well, would you like something to drink? I find lemonade particularly good for when one is lost."

[alma_jr]

"Lemonade would be great."

It might not be a dress, but it's sure nothing she's used to.

Remembering her manners again, she puts her hand out and introduces herself.

"Alma Del Mar Jr. But please all me Junior. Alma's my momma's name, not mine."

[the_antiangst]

"Are you all right?"
This from the... girl? at one of the nearby tables. Angel's pretty sure this one's a newbie, but isn't saying as much.

[alma_jr]

Junior walks slowly toward her table. The closer she gets she's really not sure if her eyes are playing tricks on her. Is that a girl?

"I...I think so. Um. I meant to go to the Texaco."

[the_antiangst]

"I guess the bar snuck up on you, then. It likes to do that, from what I've heard. So, welcome to Milliways. I'm Angel, by the way."

[alma_jr]

"Alma Del Mar Jr. but please call me Junior."

She bites her nails. Nervous habit.

"So. Milliways Bar? It can sneak up on ya?"