Crappy anniversary?

[slidingjennifer]

Jennifer is sitting at the bar, looking like her icon. After a moment, Michael sits down next to her with a similarly bleak expression and orders two shots of his usual Ogden's Old. They clink them in a silent toast and put them down the hatch.

Botherable, to the extent they aren't already.

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[danger_ace]

They're not the only ones who need a drink right now.

Jake "Danger Ace" Stefokowski has been missing from Milliways for quite some time, but he wasn't back home. Oh no, the powers that be had something ELSE in mind for him.

Jake looks as if he hasn't shaved in days, and his clothes look, well, like they saw better days quite some time ago. He's carrying a make shift bundle over one shoulder with what looks like the hilt of a sword sticking out of it.

He blinks in surprise as he takes in the sight of Milliways. "Well, it's about DAMN time," he grumbles to no one in particular.

[md_donighal]

"Look at it this way, Jake: you've got another story to tell," Michael says as he waves to his old friend. Jennifer pokes his shoulder. "Oh! I don't believe you two have met. Jake, this is Jennifer Landers, a sort of super-stalwart from the early 21st century of our world. Jennifer, meet the 1939 edition of Jake Stefokowski, who I assume needs no other introduction."

"Not after I found the Totas collection in the library," Jennifer allows as. "So, did you go looking for this adventure, or was it the other way around?"

[danger_ace]

"More like several, Doc," he says wryly. (Habits are hard to break. When you've called someone Doc for going on 16 years....)

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Landers," he says, extending one hand and giving her the best charming grin he can manage at the moment.

"Hard to say," he replies with a snort. "If you see a cave out there," he gestures toward the outside area of the Bar, "with a triangle carved over the entrance. Don't go in it."

[slidingjennifer]

Jennifer shakes his hand with a warmth that's only a little forced, probably not even enough for him to notice. "Pleased to meet you too. And thanks for the warning."

"Likewise," says Doc. "It sounds like the answer to Jennifer's question is 'both and neither'. I'll bet you wished there was room for the Hawk*, or at least for what's left of the poor girl."

* Note to readers: the plane Jake crashed right before his first entrance. Jennifer doesn't need this explained because she's probably read The Turkish Blend Caper.