He opens the door, and as it closes behind him he takes a few moments before he realises that he is not in his office as he should be. He is immaculately dressed in an almost-army uniform
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There's a man in civilian clothes at the Bar who hadn't been paying much attention to the front door. Gordon's had a remarkably decent day for once, so he's in a good mood; he looks up and comments, "New here?"
He turns to the cheery looking man and his brow furrows slightly. Gesturing generally at the place he had wandered into he asks a question.
"Where am I?" He thinks for a moment then continues. "And possibly when as well?"
He's not sure where he is, or what he's doing here, but this does look awfully like a bar, and he is feeling the need for something medicinally numbing, if small.
"On the other hand, if you're serving drinks I'll have a small Scotch if you please. I could use one after today."
Alistair surveys the bar, taking in the many different kinds of people, some of whom are quite odd looking, even to his eyes.
"Odd sort of place this," he remarks before looking vaguely up at the ceiling. "Good Heavens!" He exclaims at the shock of what he sees.
"The location is called Milliways. Most of the other patrons tell me it's at the end of the universe. I'm not so sure about that myself, but it's a hell of a borderworld if it isn't," Gordon says. "I'm not one of the servers. The Bar's voice-activated, though, so you might find your order just off your left elbow-"
He glances up at the startled exclamation.
"Ah. Yeah. That's the display of what's supposed to be going on outside."
He shook himself visibly and turned back to the bar-top where indeed his drink was standing by his left elbow.
"I'm not sure I know what to say about that up there." He curls his fingers around his glass, the ice-cubes clinking against the sides. Alistair stares into the liquid intently.
"So... What am I doing here in Milliways?" He tried out the word, then took a swig of his drink.
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He turns to the cheery looking man and his brow furrows slightly. Gesturing generally at the place he had wandered into he asks a question.
"Where am I?" He thinks for a moment then continues. "And possibly when as well?"
He's not sure where he is, or what he's doing here, but this does look awfully like a bar, and he is feeling the need for something medicinally numbing, if small.
"On the other hand, if you're serving drinks I'll have a small Scotch if you please. I could use one after today."
Alistair surveys the bar, taking in the many different kinds of people, some of whom are quite odd looking, even to his eyes.
"Odd sort of place this," he remarks before looking vaguely up at the ceiling. "Good Heavens!" He exclaims at the shock of what he sees.
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He glances up at the startled exclamation.
"Ah. Yeah. That's the display of what's supposed to be going on outside."
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He shook himself visibly and turned back to the bar-top where indeed his drink was standing by his left elbow.
"I'm not sure I know what to say about that up there." He curls his fingers around his glass, the ice-cubes clinking against the sides. Alistair stares into the liquid intently.
"So... What am I doing here in Milliways?" He tried out the word, then took a swig of his drink.
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