Leela blinks once. Twice. One more time. The Planet Express delivery room still isn't there. In its stead is a bar, quite like the one Fry had been describing to her
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She groans low in her throat, anxious like a mouse waiting for the trap to spring shut on its head.
"He's been known to pull the off prank for a friend... when bored." But even as she says it she knows it isn't possible. She glances over her shoulder again.
Bob eyes the new arrival curiously. Purple hair isn't out of the ordinary in his world, nor is cyclopia. This woman, however, is clearly not from cyberspace.
Luckily you caught her during a break from scolding Fry. You'll have to forgive her scowl, she tends to be a bit brusque when she doesn't know what's going on.
"Uh, yeah, you could say that," she says, eyeing the man before her.
She offers a wary hand back, but gives him a firm shake. "Leela."
She doesn't question the 'filename' bit, or his rather strange appearance. She lives in New New York, and she sees and hears far weirder things on a daily basis.
She's still scrutenizing him through a large, slanted eye, though. "You sure you're not just a figment of my imagination?"
Mia recognizes the redhead, though not by name. She doesn't recognize the woman with one eye, though.
And she would remember something like meeting a woman with one eye, but given everything else she's seen here (and some of the monsters she's fought at home), it's not terribly jarring.
"Hello," she says, offering a friendly wave to both of them, and then addressing Leela, "New here?"
"Hi," Leela responds, in probably what wasn't the most polite manner she could have managed. She's a little disoriented, and a little surprised someone is talking to her. In New New York you tend to mind your own business.
"Yeah, I'm new I guess. So this place really does exist." She puts her hands on her hips and looks around.
"Sorry," she says, not sounding particularly sorry at all. "I just thought this place was the result of another one of my friend's late night marathons of The Scary Door." Leela gestures to the redhead, who enjoyed the show that was much like the 20th Century's Twilight Zone.
"Thanks, I'm Leela," she responds, offering her hand to the girl.
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He has a point there.
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"Well, no. Not you. But you could have had Bender help you!"
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"He's been known to pull the off prank for a friend... when bored." But even as she says it she knows it isn't possible. She glances over her shoulder again.
"So I take it this is your mystical bar?"
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"First time here, I presume?"
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"Uh, yeah, you could say that," she says, eyeing the man before her.
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She doesn't question the 'filename' bit, or his rather strange appearance. She lives in New New York, and she sees and hears far weirder things on a daily basis.
She's still scrutenizing him through a large, slanted eye, though. "You sure you're not just a figment of my imagination?"
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And she would remember something like meeting a woman with one eye, but given everything else she's seen here (and some of the monsters she's fought at home), it's not terribly jarring.
"Hello," she says, offering a friendly wave to both of them, and then addressing Leela, "New here?"
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"Yeah, I'm new I guess. So this place really does exist." She puts her hands on her hips and looks around.
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For one thing, if this place didn't exist, Mia wouldn't have a fiancé...
"Welcome to Milliways. My name's Mia."
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"Thanks, I'm Leela," she responds, offering her hand to the girl.
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