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[fast_thrower]

"Stupid Batman... stupid Waller.. stupid 'audition'." Owen grumbles to himself as he slams the door behind him, before lifting his head just as he was about to throw his jacket off.

"...wait, wut?" He looks around at the bar he's in. "This isn't home."

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter's finding this Autumn to be a hard one and looks up from her wine at Owen's cursing.

His confusion is endearing and she says, "No, dear, it isn't. Come over here and I'll explain."

Her accent is from some where in Europe and she has a long black shawl around her and dirt on her feet.

[fast_thrower]

Owen turns as someone calls to him, and his back stiffens a little bit as he realizes a lady is addressing him. He's not the most genteel guy around, but if an older lady talks, you listen. That's just good sense.

"Yes, ma'am." He clears his throat and sits down, folding his hands in his lap, and waiting for the explanation.

[wheatencrown]

She smirks, its so nice to see polite young men,

"Where were you before you came through the door?'

[fast_thrower]

"Umm... I was on a satellite, and I though I was getting teleported back home.."

[tavar_of_alera]

"That depends on who you are. Some live here," comes the faint drawl.

Tavi hasn't been in the Bar for a long time. However, new people are always entertaining. Plus-- 'batman'? What?

(Merging with other sub-thread)

[fast_thrower]

Owen looks up as another approaches, then answers the lady. "Umm... I was on a satellite, and I though I was getting teleported back home.."

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi sits down at the table he was aiming for--not too far from the door, where he can still watch it while relaxing (and secretly without too many places in the room he has his back to completely).

"Yeah, that happens. Even more disconcerting if you're expecting a bedroom or a bath, and get this place. Oh, and don't look at the Window--it has the End of the Universe."

[fast_thrower]

"....oh for the love of..." Owen pinches the bridge of his nose. "Am I here to save the universe? I really was hoping not to get mixed up in anything like that again for a while.."

[respectthegun]

Batman.
Waller.

There are a few patrons in this bar that would recognise both of those names.
The one that happens to be here is in his costume, at a chair by the fireplace, feet sprawled on the coffee table.

His mask is pulled completely away from his face, and there is a cigarette resting in his mouth when he looks over to see if the new entrant is worth his time.

[fast_thrower]

Owen would remember that mustache anywhere. "Lawton? How the hell'd you wind up here?"

[respectthegun]

It's a very distinctive moustache.

"Magic, same as you."

He's helpful!

[fast_thrower]

"Please just tell me the Wall isn't behind this. I've had enough go wrong today." He scratches his head awkwardly, trying not to think of the beating he just gave Dick.

[tyler_marlocke]

...Huh.

Oh, one of those names he recognizes, but that's not the point.

The point is that there is a new guy.

".mmmnope. Sorry?"

And new people are such fun.

[fast_thrower]

Owen scratches his head. "And you are...?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Someone who works here regularly." Beauford grins. It's probably not a day to play hide the name with this guy. "Beauford Tannen."

[fast_thrower]

"Owen Mercer... nice to meet you, so far as I can tell." He shrugs. "I'm not really one for all this cosmic-y magic-y junk."

[hero_farmboy]

There's only one name there Clark recognizes and it probably isn't the one Owen would think.

"No, you're not home. What's your name?"

[fast_thrower]

"Usually more polite to offer your own first, ain't it? I'm Owen."

[hero_farmboy]

"Clark Kent," he replies, holding out a hand. Then he squints a little at the other man. "Are you the Owen that knows Kara?"

[fast_thrower]

He blinks. "Uh.... yes?"