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[schrute_space]

[OOM: ...To be announced.]

Once again dressed in his Staples uniform (complete with nametag), Dwight enters the bar

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[will_scarlett]

Will sees the strange man pulling on Bar and comes over,

"Ye shouldna do that, sir, she'll get annoyed at ye,"

There is a red headed man in scruffy medieval clothing addressing Dwight, there's a sword and a knife and a general air of knowing how to handle weapons though the look he's giving Dwight is more concerned.

[schrute_space]

At first, Dwight ignores him with a roll of his eyes and a refusal to look in his direction. He was on important business here.

Till he notices the sword out of the corner of his eye (perfect periphreal vision, perfect) and startles. Facing the strange man, Dwight stands straight, at his full height he was surely an imposing sight.

"Oh yeah? And then what will happen? She won't give me my drink?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, or she'll give ye somethin' else that ye dinna want. 'ave to be polite to Lady Bar, sir,"

Will's says slowly as if explaining to a rather stupid person as he watches Dwight, deciding he's not that much of threat. Though Will's hand is just resting on his belt near his sword if Dwight decides to try something.

[schrute_space]

That petulant look remains on Dwight's face till a light goes off in his mind and it's replaced with a look of recognition.

The slow manner in which the other man spook made it obvious - he was an imbecile!

"Thank you, new person," he says, sincerely, slowly and a bit loudly. "It is very nice of you to help me."

Spotting the sword, he frowns. It's probably not safe for him to have sharp objects. In a more normal tone (for Dwight), he adds, "Where did you get that?"

[hearthethoughts]

The door opens almost directly behind Dwight as a cheerful looking man in a suit and tie re-enters, grinning over his shoulder, "....You have a good day at work hon. Make sure too to take it easy-"

Matt Parkman stops short at the threshold, staring into the bar for a moment before he scratches the back of his head.

"....I'm not sure, if this is a good thing? Or a bad thing."

Either way, he moves forward, keeping an eye open for a certain psychic fish and a big red guy.

He does not notice Dwight. Probably why he's about to bump into him.

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And because Dwight is not paying attention to anything but his "investigation", bump into him he does.

"Excuse you," is the immediate response before he realizes who has just bumped into him. Quirking an eyebrow, he fights to keep a calm manner. In a much more calmer and formal voice than before, Dwight adds, "My apologies sir, I was not paying attention."

[hearthethoughts]

Matt blinks, "...Um-okay. Hell, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Didn't expect 'bar to appear in my soon-to-be kid's room yanno?"

He looks reasonably cheerful though, "...You look new. Pokin' at the bar huh? Don't do it too hard or you're libel to piss her off."

He grins.

[schrute_space]

Dwight grins back, the too eager, slightly crazed smile of his icon. "I'll keep that in mind." (Yeah right.) Thrusting his hand forward, "Dwight Schrute."

[callitavesper]

Dwight receives a tap on the shoulder from an entirely random and mundane patron of the bar.

"That's not such a good idea," he says.

[schrute_space]

Now, Dwight is a man who prides himself on being near invicible due to his excellent fighting skills and his knowledge of the criminal mind. He is not one to be fooled or caught off-guard.

Except now.

But he can accept that blow to his ego because if anyone could best him, James Bond is one of the ten people who could. (It used to be three but since discovering Milliways, Dwight's had to rethink those numbers.)

"Why not?"

[callitavesper]

"Because I'm assuming you'd want to eat more than Spam for the rest of your stay here." He pauses, considering, then says: "I also assume you forgot she's sentient."

[schrute_space]

"Hardly, I have a photographic memory. I never forget a face or a name," he states proudly. "I'm doing an investigation."

[action_antihero]

Jack's taking another sip of his drink when he hears a muffled grunt off to one side. Not far down the bar, someone is...tugging on Bar?

"Hey!" he barks, "Just what are you trying to do?"

[schrute_space]

"Do you know what kind of wood this made of?" Dwight asks unfazed and not looking over at the source of the voice. No, instead he's partly knelt down so that he's just glancing over the bar top. Running his hands over it, he notes that it's perfectly level.

[action_antihero]

"No, but I know that Bar isn't going to like being pulled on much, and neither will the barmen. Or, for that matter, security, if there's any damage done," Jack says evenly.

[schrute_space]

The bar is momentarily forgotten as Dwight blinks in shock at the person in front of him.

In a surprised, demanding tone, he asks, "Who are you?"

[weeper_of_blood]

Whilst Dwight studies the bar, there seems to be someone studying him with equal yet entirely reserved curiosity. He's seen a lot of things in his short time at Milliways, but this is not one of them.

"You know it's likely to hit back..?" Says the individual with a sullen and entirely bored look on his features, nursing a glass of water as he watches the antics.

[schrute_space]

"Not possible. It has no arms," is the automatic reply, as if Dwight's already considered this possibility.

[weeper_of_blood]

"She doesn't need them," Le Chiffre states, as if experienced in the matter, and it was more than likely that he was. Him and bar got off to a rocky start when he first arrived. "She's quite capable of causing harm in numerous ways that don't involve arms."

[schrute_space]

"Like what?" he asks, just before he finally looks over...

Shocked, he stands up straight, shoulders squared and a wary look in his eyes. He was not aware the criminal element had been allowed into this place. If Bond didn't know already, he'd have to warn him!

"You," he hisses, his eyes narrowing.