(Untitled)

[schrute_space]

[OOM: Jim and Dwight get set for a routine sales call.]A door opens bringing with it a wintry gust of Northern Pennsylvania wind and two paper salesman

Comments

[callitavesper]

"It's not the parking lot," says a British man at a nearby table, "but it is the end of the universe."

[just_a_job]

The non-bespectacled salesman glances in his direction.

"Um, right. Well, if you knew the way back to Pennsylvania, that'd be nice, as we're supposed to be on a sales call."

The guy had to be drunk... in a bar that was suddenly there instead of a parking lot. One thing at a time, Jim.

[schrute_space]

Moving closer, till his face is almost touching Bond's, Dwight peers at him, "You look familiar."

[callitavesper]

Bond leans away from Dwight, back arched over the edge of the chair. "Really."

To Jim: "If you can see a door behind you, that's where you'd find Pennsylvania."

His eyes dart towards Jim, then back to Dwight. Bond twitches a fleeting, nervous grin at him.

[just_a_job]

"Uh, no Dwight," Jim says, though it's not as dripping with sarcasm as usual, he's a little distracted by staring at the place they've somehow wandered into. "I did not turn the parking lot into a Bar."

[schrute_space]

Dwight rolls his eyes. Like he'd believe that.

"Uh, did I say that? No. But it's clear you somehow tricked me into following you here." Obviously. "How'd you do it? Drugs? Hypnosis?"

He eyes him warily, Jim had claimed he could move things with his mind.

[just_a_job]

"You followed me here because we were going to the parking lot," he points out, taking a hesitant forward. "And no, for once, I didn't put anything in your coffee."

Hopefully, Dwight will check it every day now.

[maj_ferretface]

There is a hatchet-faced man sitting at a table nearby, wearing U.S. Army olive green circa 1951, with a matching cap. The table is covered liberally in medical charts, and he's staring at the mess with something of a leery, trapped expression, pen poised in hand.

Frank does, however, look up at the vehement voice. How is he supposed to concentrate with people being so loud here?! "Do you mind?"

[just_a_job]

... right. Random guy in... was that a costume? Really, what the hell?

"Sorry for uh - bothering your - thing."

It's really the only thing he can come up with, while still staring rather wide-eyed.

[schrute_space]

Although discombobulated, Dwight still knows protocol. Standing at attention, he salutes the man.

"Pardon us, Major. Dwight Schrute, former deputy sheriff of Lackawanna County, Pennsylvania. My... co-worker has gotten us stranded here. Can you tell me where we are?"

[maj_ferretface]

Frank rises and snaps a crisp salute in response, nodding in approval. "It's good to see someone showing some proper military decorum around here." Even if the man isn't actually in the military. "Major Frank Burns, 4077th M*A*S*H." He drops his hand, taking his seat again. "I've been told that it's called Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe." He shake his head in disgust. "I haven't figured it out yet, but that can't be true. It's impossible!"

[young_tmriddle]

Oh dear. More first-timers. An angry one, at that.

He raises an eyebrow. It's been quite some time since he was in their shoes.

"It's quite alright, you know. As long as you can see the door, you can go right back out again."

A pause.

"Usually."

[just_a_job]

Jim looks back, seeing a door very much there.

"Right. I'm good with that."

Pretending this never happened sounds very good for his sanity right now. Maybe Dwight hit him from the back when they entered and this was just some weird dream, after all - it didn't seem that unlikely.

[schrute_space]

It's a rare occasion that Dwight is at a loss for words but today is a rare sort of day.

Mouth agape, he stares, not believing what he sees.

It's not everyday you run into someone famous and certainly not someone you've idolized for years.

[young_tmriddle]

"It can be a bit disconcerting the first time you're here. You're at Milliways, by the way. Restaurant and bar at the end of the universe."

He notices Dwight's gaping. Bloody hell, he doesn't look like someone from his world... but that look of recognition is one Tom's had before.

He takes a large drink of his scotch.

"Er, your first drink's free."

[gotapenny]

George was on his way back towards the door after having met Santi. It's a weird thing, really, seeing ghosts in a place like Milliways...but it beat Normandy any time. At least here it would be considered somewhat normal.

He stops halfway to the door seeing the new people enter and sighs. That look of being lost was all to familiar when he himself entered just after Carentan. Reaching into his pocket the WWII Airborne radioman digs a pack of Lucky Strikes from his pocket, giving it a tap on his palm, before placeing a white stick between his lips.

"Evenin, gentlemen."

[just_a_job]

"It's morning..." Jim says first.

Right. Because that's the part to focus on here. There's another minute of or so of just staring, like this guy who's suddenly talking to them will just go away, before - "Uh, where are we?"

[gotapenny]

Digging out the zippo lighter from his pocket he skillfully flicks the top back and has the cigarette lit in a matter of seconds. Luz gives the two newcomers a quick look over, snarking a little laugh before he reaches up to remove the cigarette. "Not where you wanted to end up, eh?"

Ties, snarky attitude- add a little height and more of a military haircut and you'd have Lewis Nixon.

A very scary thought indeed.

"This is Milliways- the bar at the end of the universe."

[schrute_space]

"Excuse me, Sergeant," Dwight begins, a smirk on his face. It was clear this person was in on whatever little game was going on here. Judging by Jim's confusion, he was either a far better actor than he'd previously thought (not possible) or there was something else going on here.

(Maybe the camera guys set them up!)

(Or Andy!)

"But how could there be a bar at the end of the universe? Unless we're on some sort of spaceship?"

The smile fades as he wonders if they could be on a spaceship. Dammit! How could he have been so short-sighted and not prepared for an alien attack!