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[isaysimplewords]

Cal hadn't actually planned to leave his room anytime soon. He isn't dealing well with things at all. But his door, for some reason, has turned into amaretto chocolate, and the sickly sweet smell in the enclosed space is making him queasy. (The fact that he merely greets this with a grumbled obscenity speaks volumes about his state of mind

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[sorryimatwat]

Owen strolls down the stairs, looking a wee bit dishevelled but no more so than usual, and stops dead in his tracks when he sees the man in the booth.

The next moment, he saunters over.

"Captain. Thought Ianto said you didn't come here anymore."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal looks up from the unsolicited toast and blinks in confusion at the British man addressing him.

"Sorry, what?"

[sorryimatwat]

Owen pauses, head tilted.

"Someone been at you with the retcon?"

[isaysimplewords]

"The who?" Cal is really not in the right mental state to deal with confusion right now. "Look," he starts, "I don't know -" Then he pauses as a memory shakes itself loose. Hadn't Sam seemed to mistake him for someone else at first, too? What was that name again? Shit, he can't remember.

"Sorry," he says finally, "I'm not who you think I am. Name's Cal. Chandler," he adds.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja addresses the stranger.

He would not -- but the man has a playing card of the sort Will had, also.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal offers something resembling a welcoming smile. It looks about as wan and tired as he is, but it's there. And not nearly so calculated as it usually is. "Hi," he says.

[ostro_goth]

"I have seen such a card before," Teja says. "A friend of mine had it."

[isaysimplewords]

"Really." Cal brightens considerably and gestures to the other side of the booth. "Have a seat. And some toast," he adds.

It's not that he especially wants to talk about the man in the cell, but - he needs to know he wasn't the only one.

[mycursedface]

It isn't Cal's good looks, or his likeness to Jack Harkness that makes Medusa double-take (she, unlike her boyfriend, hasn't met him yet. Or rather, not the one most know). It isn't even the Joker card.

It's the toast.

Someone - a golden-winged, snaky-haired someone - may have forgotten to have breakfast yet.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal catches the look out of the corner of his eye, then does a little doubletaking of his own, because: snakes? Wings? Seriously?

[mycursedface]

Really-really - if nothing else, the wings are far too big and anatomically correct to be props. Still, seeing the man's double-take, she winces.

And waves.

Because what else do you do?

[isaysimplewords]

Oops. Cal hastily offers a smile. It might be a bit on the practiced side, but it's not so patently plastic as it's been for much of his life. If he were aware of that, it might occur to him that at least the man in the cell did him one good turn.

"Sorry, I'm kinda new here," he says, because he suspects a more seasoned Milliways patron would just be like, Wings? Snakes? Yawn.

[a1enzo]

A rather tiny falcon is soaring around the room - quite a young one, if Cal knows anything about ornithology.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal has just about decided he may as well eat a piece of the toast the Bar apparently believes he needs when the bird catches his eye. He pauses to watch. He has no idea what kind it is, but it is pretty cool.

[a1enzo]

Look, there's Cal! Raptors have good eyes!

Enzo laughs to himself and then dives straight at Cal.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal gives a startled yell and instinctively raises both hands to shield himself.

Fortunately, he'd put the coffee mug down to pick up the toast, so a piece of toast is the only thing that goes flying.