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[maj_ferretface]

Frank steps into the bar and freezes.

It is a long, long moment later when blue eyes widen knowingly and he says, "This is a Communist plot."

He straightens his jacket in one sharp move and walks to the bar, and with every step, his voice gets stronger. "Commie plot," mutters Frank Burns. His lip curls and he takes a stool. "Commie plot."

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[prototype_karr]

Not too far away, KARR takes notice of the muttering man who just went over to the bar. He drives towards Frank, his scanner flicking rapidly-he's bored, and the man looks agitated enough to be interesting.

"What about Communists?" He's heard bits and pieces about Russia, but when it comes to Communists and plots, KARR is mostly in the dark.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank doesn't turn. "They plot," he says sharply into his glass of milk.

[prototype_karr]

"About?" he prompts. "It's not as if anyone's bothered to explain them to me, really."

[maj_ferretface]

"Well--" Frank begins authoritatively.

He stops.

"About ... things." He makes 'things' sound like a particularly nasty four-letter word. Flustered now, he turns.

He looks around, eyes narrowed.

[blowupthefloats]

"Oh, I don't know," says a casual voice a few stools away. There's a man with gray hair and dark glasses seated there. "Milliways seems pretty legit to me."

And this is coming from the 1-6's leading authority on plots and conspiracies. Although they're normally US government conspiracies, not Communist ones.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank's head snaps to the side. "It's a plot." Duh says his voice. His sneer returns: "Only the Reds could come up with something like this."

[blowupthefloats]

"And what the hell would Communists do with a bunch of people sitting around a bar?" Munch asks. He's also smirking, but it also looks like he's trying not to laugh. "Get us all drunk?"

Not Munch, though; he's sticking to coffee. Bar serves better coffee than what's brewed in the squad room.

[maj_ferretface]

"They would--" And here Frank is stuck, as he has never actually considered what it is that Communists do with all their deviousness. He changes tack. "If I knew that, I'd be a Communist."

Logical, no?

[captainryan]

Ryan's stopping up at the bar to refill his tea. He hasn't bothered with the waitrats since they ignored him the first time.

He raises an eyebrow at Frank's mutterings. "I sincerely doubt that Bar is a Communist plot," he says coolly in a smooth British accent. To Bar: "A refill, please."

[maj_ferretface]

Frank notices the accent right off. But he doesn't comment.

In fact, he very kindly informs the other man, "It is."

[captainryan]

Ryan tilts his head, subtly sniffing. "Why don't you ask her?" He's being polite if only because the man seems to be in army fatigues.

[maj_ferretface]

Crisp army fatigues with a major's insignia. Frank is, after all, never to be found out of uniform (unless, of course, a certain other major is involved). Frank looks around, confused. "...Ask who?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Yes." Says the pyro in the booth by the door, looking up from her supper of chicken curry and naan. "Yes, it is. Congratulations. You win... well. You don't really win anything other than the satisfaction of knowing, in your heart of hearts, that you are right."

Sometimes? Ace lies through her teeth.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank whirls, and while he is slightly distrustful -- because there is no beating a good old true red white and blue American -- she acknowledges that he's right. He opens his mouth to respond ... then closes it and eyes her suspiciously. "How do you know?"

[nitro_is_ace]

No, there is no beating a good old true red white and blue American - you have to blow them up. Sorry. Ace just isn't that good with a right hook.

"Well, it's either that or a bar at the end of the universe, with connections to every multiverse and alternative dimension possible... an' that's just silly." Ace replies calmly, sopping up some of the curry with the naan.

[maj_ferretface]

He ignores her words. "You're not one yourself, are you?" As unAmerican, she is immediately treated to large doses of the traditional Burns skepticism.