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[fathers_cleric]

Preston was sitting at a table trying to take Venkman's advice-Meditating, controlling his emotions

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[_lady_death]

Lady Death spotted him at the bar and wondered at the protein bars. She was curious enough to follow him to his table a moment later and ask. "Good evening."

Lady Death wears a black leather bikini with gold skulls covering the fastenings. At her hip hangs a scabbarded sword, and over her shoulders rests a cape. Every feature of her person (except her silver eyes and blood-red lips) is white.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston met a blue man today, But Lady Death's appearance is...just a bit shocking.

A pause, "Good Evening."
The smile never leaves his face-but a blush spreads across his cheeks.

[_lady_death]

"Might I ask a question of you?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston pauses, "Of course?"

Polite, it's his way...

[gone_byebye]

Ray, as it happened, was in the bar and looking for the cleric. Given what Preston had been destroying before arriving at Milliways, he might have recognized Ray's shirt- the Silver Age Green Lantern logo- or maybe not. It'd been a while.

Anyway, he makes his way over to Preston's table. "Evening, Cleric Preston."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston looks up from his tea, a smile on his face, "Dr. Stanz!"

The excitement is definately palpable, however Preston won't broach it...
However...that shirt..

"Superman?"
He points at Ray's shirt questioningly.

[gone_byebye]

Ray grins. "Right universe, wrong hero. This one's Green Lantern. Superman came from another planet and got raised by Earthlings. Green Lantern- well, I think you'd like him, if you knew the same stories I did. The Green Lanterns were charged with maintaining order and justice throughout the universe, and they had to be both honest and without fear, and have tremendous willpower." His smile gets even wider. "I met one of them here, once..."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston's only...flipped through a comicbook or two.

Or three.
"Maintaining order and Justice?" He smiles slowly, then a sarcastic smirk crosses his face-
And he stops..

"Honest and without fear." Preston says it softly, "They sound like Clerics."

[iamnotstorm]

Hey, Sarah's good at being distracting, and she's easily distracted by pretty, so, amazing, there's a Sarah, helping herself to the opposite seat as she's prone to do with strangers, "Hello."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston's a bit surprised by her being forward but he smiles anyway.

"Hello."
He puts his hands around the teacup, "A pleasure."

[iamnotstorm]

'Forward' was Sarah's middle name. Or maybe it was Angela, the world may never know.

She extended a hand, "Sarah Rainmaker. I'll answer to either, and maybe even 'hey you' if you're lucky."

[fathers_cleric]

"John Preston." A smile, "I'll answer to Preston. Or Cleric Preston or..."

He grins, "I suppose Hey You as well?"

[the_antiangst]

Here's a distraction: Someone's sitting at another table, close to Bar, eating pizza and people-watching. Said pizza has pineapple, bacon, and extra cheese on it.
But the pizza's not the real puzzle here. The real puzzle is, which gender pronoun completes the equation? Is this a somewhat loudly dressed young woman, or a guy in a skirt?
Take a guess, Cleric.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston's seen quite a bit since coming to Milliways.

He's learning not to be surprised.
However he can't help but staring at this mysterious creature pointedly before returning to his meal...

Still trying to be polite.
politness is key.

[the_antiangst]

Not to worry; Angel's used to surprising people. And it stands to reason someone's going to notice they're being stared at, right?
So, upon tracking down the source of the occasional staring: "You want some pizza?"
It's as good a way to start a conversation as any.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston's never seen pizza before.

"What..."
His face wrinkles, "I'm sorry I..." he's flailing, "I've never seen that-before because um..."

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey there."

Mary Anne takes a seat. On the table.

She studies the protein bars for a moment, poking idly at one. "These things any good?"

[fathers_cleric]

"Would you like to try them?"

Preston hands her a bar.

"So far I've been told they're tasteless."

[song_tra_bong]

"Why not."

She accepts it and bites off a corner.

"Eh. Tastes like something they'd put in C-rations. Or maybe made out of the boxes the rations came in."

She gestures to Bar. "Sure you don't want something else? When we say anything, we mean anything."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston shakes his head, "This is the most efficent." He's never really tried anything else except for the milkshake naraht gave him.