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[twoeyesonthesky]

The Bar's sense of time and the Landlord's sense of doors have never entirely agreed with Quinn. Doors tend to open for him at the worst possible moments; the restroom, or the rooms upstairs, or any other room not the main bar tends to hold him out of time for days or even weeks at a stretch before returning him to the main flow. His world being

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[autocommander]

Huh. Someone's put an odd statue up out there, along the path down to the lake. It's humanoid, and appears to be looking up at the trees.

...or not, as it turns to look at Quinn. "Oh, I apologize." A couple of drops of water, from a shower that passed a little bit ago, drip off the machine, as it steps off the path.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Blink. Blink.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Quinn manages; that took him by surprise. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

There's a pause.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before. My name's Quinn."

[autocommander]

"I shouldn't have been on the path." The statue offers its - his, with that voice, at least - hand in a gesture that is both familiar and strange - the strangeness being that a robot is doing it.

"I am Optimus Prime. A pleasure to meet you, Quinn."

Should Quinn take the offered hand, it is actually a bit warmer than the air - there's no chill.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn takes the offered hand reflexively, and only thinks about the strange later. Around here, there's not a lot of point to being shocked. Everything is an experience unlike the world he's always known.

"The same here," Quinn says. "Ah- nice armour..."

At least, he's pretty sure it's armour. It's not as if they had droids that size in Star Wars, right? He'd remember that. On the other hand, there's something about the neck that doesn't quite look like there could be a human one underneath- and anyway, that hand isn't exactly gauntleted.

"... or not. That's actually you, innit," he says slowly.