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[themanclion]

Gene comes in having (for him) once again only just left. He throws his hands up in frustration...and then notices the state of the place. What the bloody hell's been going on? He was just here, and it was Christmas, and everything looked fine.

The next thing that hits is how wrong everything feels. The bar always makes him feel uncomfortable at

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[ostro_goth]

"It's some apocalypses set loose in this place," Teja says. "Were I you, I would not do a thing that traps me in this place, like being locked up in the cells, if and when the Window breaks and doom comes."

Pause.

"And pour me a cup of red Falernian."

[themanclion]

He'd ask what the hell that is when it's at home, but the information has his attention.

'...how'd you know that?'

[ostro_goth]

"Gathering the tidings of doom," Teja says, "speaking to those that know more than I, speaking to others in Security that have done the same, making lists. The usual way one goes about a problem; but this, alas, might be the last one."

He looks at Gene, and shakes his head.

"Do this shift, as it seems you must. But then, I would advise you to leave."

[themanclion]

'Thought you could only have one Apocolypse.'

Though this is hardly the time to start being pedantic over naming things, even he can see that. He nods, and starts looking for the drink he asked for.

'Only agreed t'do it I'd be able to go straight home after. I've no intention of gettin' killed at the end of the universe. Mind you, if we could mount a defence, I wouldn't say no.'

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I honestly don't know what's going on," says Ellen, who has a couple of scars on her forearms Gene won't have seen before. "But I could really use a beer or something, and some water for Dogmeat."

[themanclion]

'Alrigh', luv?'

He nods at her, and wanders over to the fridge with his eyes on the crystal-thing hanging over it.

'No idea what this is, then? I keep thinkin' it's going to drop on my head.'

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I don't know. I tried to poke it once and my hand went right through," Ellen says. "Probably some kind of hologram or something, but I don't know where they'd be hiding the generator, or what it's for."

[themanclion]

He'd admit it gives him the heebie-jeebies, if he was the type to ever say such a thing.

'A hologram?'

He fetches a beer and puts it in ront of her, then fills a bowl for the dog, his eyes on the thing the whole time.

'Like somethin' out of Star Trek.'

[waco_jim]

Jim sits down at the bar and smiles weakly. "No idea what's going on. Universe is ending or some such shit. I would've gotten the hell out of here the moment I started being able to see through my own hand, but I seem to be stuck.

"Shot of Johnnie Walker, if you please."

[themanclion]

'...man after me own heart.'

Not literally. Come on to him, and get a fist in the chops, Sunshine.

'Red or Black?'

[waco_jim]

"Black," he says. "Think that was the only kind there was during the time I'm supposed to be from."

[themanclion]

'Supposed t'be from?'

What?

Still, he fetches the drink and one for himself, an' all. And that's when the lightbulb goes off. He knows this bloke. Gene's seen every Western made from the 30s to '83, even the crap ones.

He opens his mouth to say something - and then shuts it again. It's rare he meets someone here he wants to say something to, but when it happens he generally remembers that it's not the done thing.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy... looks massively hung over. This would be because he is. He's not been taking his entrapment very gracefully so far.

That, he hopes to change, so he's planning to stay off the booze tonight.

"Hey." he sits at the bar. "It's a sims crystal."

[themanclion]

'...what?'

[guppy_sandhu]

"From a computer game... they're invented in your time, right?"

[themanclion]

Gene glares at him a bit.

'Well, I've got Pong on me computer in the office, an' you can't get Ray an' Chris off Space Invaders in the pub. That what you mean?'

[gotpoetryinme]

McCabe staggers up to the bar, looking like hell and feeling worse. His beard is scruffy and his clothes are ruffled from four nights of sleeping in unoccupied booths.

He's been doing this five days in a row now, and can think of nothing else to do but try it again. He knows it can't kill him anymore (much as he wishes it would), and that maybe in a few days it won't matter. He doesn't care. It's him against the bar in a race to oblivion. And right now, it's hard to say who's winning.

"Double whiskey and a raw egg," he says flatly. By now, the words are almost reflexive.

OOC: May be slowtiming this soon.

[themanclion]

Gene just regards him for a long minute. Then he sighs, and pours the whiskey.

'You'll have to see a rat abou' the egg. I'm not a kitchen.'

[gotpoetryinme]

"'S okay," he sighs. He starts sucking down the glass almost immediately until he reaches the bottom.

He sets the glass down expectantly, still looking straight ahead.

[themanclion]

Gene refills it. He's no one's dad. If a bloke wants to drink himself unconscious, then he can decide that for himself.

'What's up wi' you? Look like you've seen a ghost.'