First Entrance

[bornuntotrouble]

It hasn't been a good month for the Marston ranch. More coyotes made off with half the chickens last night, rats have gotten to the flour, and it hasn't rained since March, which is really putting the hurt on the corn

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[not_his_pa]

William looks up from his book and then stands up to greet John,

"It is, sir. Ain't easy to explain but I can try."

[bornuntotrouble]

John looks to William, then nods. "I'd appreciate that. As it stands right now, it's a little disconcerting."

Not to mention the whole where did my house go? thing.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir, don't think I can say it gets much easier. First drink's on the house if you want to sit, sir,"

He's not sure he's going to do a good job talking about Milliways as he doesn't even understand it himself.

[bornuntotrouble]

"Very well, then." John takes a seat and puts his right foot on his left knee. He'll save the drink for later - if he needs it in the first place, that is.

"So, uh...what is this place?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

There's a dog curled up under a table near the door, dozing with one ear cocked for anything interesting. At the sound of the new arrival he lifts his head and whurfs. It's not a particularly loud noise, and probably won't get anyone much's attention, but the grey-haired, visibly scarred girl in the muted green outfit who's sitting at said table notices.

"Oh- you're new here, aren't you?"

[bornuntotrouble]

"Why yes I am, mi-"

That'd be John freezing mid-sentence as he looks at Ellen. He doesn't usually see someone this...well, damaged back home. And when he does, they're usually much, much older than Ellen.

"Uh...yeah, I'm new here. Wherever 'here' is," he says, gesturing to the bar.

He doesn't stare often, but this is one of those times. Usually his manners are better than this - we're sorry.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen nods. "This place tends to catch people by surprise the first time," she says. "This is Milliways, and it's... pretty much at the end of the world. I'm not really sure how else to describe ..."

She falters a little, and looks quickly over her shoulder. Surely there's something more interesting behind her that's being stared at?

... apparently not. Okay then.

"Sorry, I- have I got something on my face?"

[bornuntotrouble]

"Yeah," says John. "Scars, matter of fact. Lot of 'em. No offense, miss, but is pissing off grizzlies your idea of fun or something?"

He just doesn't see very many scarred women in his world. Abigail's got one or two, of course, but that's about it.

[bornuntotrouble]

Peculiar? The girl might as well be from Mars to him in terms of clothing.

"Both, actually," he says, looking over the girl's arm covers. He can't tell what they are - apart from arm covers, of course - but he's found it's best to err on the side of caution.

"Don't suppose you could tell me where I am, miss?"

[bornuntotrouble]

John nods. "This was supposed to be my house."