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[no_sin_but]

And on this day in March, Milliways's local one-eyed poet walks down into the bar. He looks a little different, though. Modern clothes; dark jeans and a black jacket and not his normal boots (they are a little hard to pull on with one-hand still in a splint

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[queenofmay]

Marian came in, curls still damp at her forehead, to order her tea. A hand towel appeared first, instead, which she gave the bar a wry smile for.

Taking it, she dabbed her forehead and temples as she glanced around her.

A second later. "Felicitous natality."

[queenofmay]

"Yes."

There was the flush of a smile.

"He is from a universe parallel to my own."

[no_sin_but]

"Parallel?"

[queenofmay]

"We are from worlds that are nearly the same," Marian said with a nod. "Except the players and the time period is different. Yet the locations and names and happenings are all remarkably alike."

[no_sin_but]

"A little like plays, I guess."

[queenofmay]

Marian nodded.

"It is strange when comparing it ones life, but it bit like, yes."

[no_sin_but]

There is a hint of a smile.

"It is how I think, usually. Plays and stories and acts."

[queenofmay]

"Do you indeed?" Marian smiles. "Are you a writer?"

[no_sin_but]

"Yes. Presently a crippled one, but...you can't stop."

[queenofmay]

"How so?"

Marian looked at him interestedly.

[no_sin_but]

"It gets in your blood, your mind. You watch, you listen, and a person's turn of phrase might become a character's quirk. A strange happening a plot twist."

[queenofmay]

Marian smiled, with a nod.

"I had never thought of it that way."

[no_sin_but]

"Ah, people don't, you see. Normal folk. Who aren't insane."

[queenofmay]

An eyebrow twitched.

'Broken' and 'insane' had different definitions.

"You are insane?"

[no_sin_but]

"I should think so."