Griffin O'Connor, Jumper, Barplaceways.

[mm_eric]

Griffin wasn't expecting to step through the door into Milliways. It shows, momentarily, as a brief flash of panic before he closes off, expression twisting to something not unlike amusement but disturbingly close to anger. He's holding a baseball bat, tapping it against his shoulder slowly.

Not jumping, yet ("Never jump where someone can see you

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[facetsofbethan]

"You look a lot like my best friend," remarks the young woman in a top hat. "But you're not. You don't move like Gryff does."

Nix is sitting on a barstool with a drink - something tall and alcoholic. It may be a mojito. She doesn't seem at all worried about the baseball bat.

[mm_eric]

Okay, the top hat is just plain odd.

The rest of this whole situation is strange, too, but the top hat especially so. Griffin mutters something to himself in Spanish.

Eventually (and it is eventually, because how do you respond to something like that?): "I'm sure he doesn't have my brilliant wit, either. Mind telling me where the fuck I am?" It's less of a question, more of a demand.

[facetsofbethan]

"Easy, short stuffs." Nix doesn't bat an eyelid.

"They call it Milliways. It's a bar. Apparently it's at the end the universe. Although whether or not you believe that," she shrugs, "That's up to you. Personally I'm reserving judgement."

She offers him a pale hand. Her last two fingers are slightly twisted, as if they were once trapped in a door for a long time.

"I'm Nix."

[mm_eric]

She gets a glare. Griffin isn't short! He just slouches. Yeah. It's totally just the slouching and he'll be very hurt if anybody says different and they'll be very mean and they wouldn't want that, would they.

Yeah. Totally.

Moving on. "Good for you. Really." It's unclear what he's referring to. He also doesn't take her hand.

[nita_callahan]

[ooc: AHAHAH AWESOME.]

A young woman -- mid-twenties or so -- glances up from her coffee, and frowns. He's clutching a blunt object like a weapon, and showing that kind of caution you see in people who spend much of their life in danger . . . but not quite the confusion and panic you see on the faces of people who've never translocated. Interesting.

"Hey." She stands, hands in clear view on the table. "You okay?"

[mm_eric]

Hands in clear view are good. Griffin can appreciate the intent there, even if it doesn't actually make him feel any safer.

"Absolutely peachy, really, I was just thinking that I wanted to have my bathroom replaced with a bar. Get a few drinks, play a few games of pool, wonder what the everylovin' hell is up, you know?"

The sarcasm is strong with this one.

[nita_callahan]

Dry: "Yeah, I know. What more could you want from a weekend?" She glances at the baseball bat. "Tell you what -- first things first. I promise you're safe here."

Beat.

"And if you still need a bathroom," she adds, lifting a hand to point, "I think they're down that hallway."

[mm_eric]

"Do you promise doubly with sugar on top? Because I still won't believe you if you do." Griffin replies. "And I'll wait, just needed a shower, but thanks for the directions." The flow of sarcasm shows no sign of slowing.

[nothawkingbird]

"Be careful with swinging that around. Don't want Security's attention if you don't need it."

[mm_eric]

"Security. Joy. I guess they probably take it badly if they get hit with a baseball bat, right? No masochists on staff? No easily excitable baseball enthusiasts?"

[nothawkingbird]

"Well, first rule in Milliways is no violence, so yes they would. And any hitting means you get sent to the cells. Could be for a day or a few."

[mm_eric]

"Cells, right. I'm scared witless - Wonder how many times that particular rule gets broken?"

[selflesslight]

There's a glowing white tentacle poking the end of his baseball bat gently.

Poke, poke.

If he follows it back to its origin point... well, he'll have to climb into the rafters to see where it goes.

[mm_eric]

The bat is swung away from the tentacle. Griffin is rather less calm and more frantic when he peers up in the direction of the tentacle.

[selflesslight]

A cheerful, red-haired young woman pokes her head out over the side of her rafter of choice and flips him the finger, retracting the tentacle.

"What crawled up your ass and died, dude?"

[mm_eric]

It takes some effort not to jump away.

"Great." Flatly. "Magic space bar and I get greeted by the Amazing Human Squid."

[berryberryraz]

"Yo, cutie! I got a chocolate vodka milkshake and nobody to share it with. Come get drunk with me!"

There is a woman. At least, probably a woman. Most undoubtedly shaped like a woman. Perhaps the translucency and pink-purple hues are some form of unexplained cosmetic effect.

She does indeed have a chocolate vodka milkshake: it's visibly a chocolate milkshake, and the vodka is obvious to anyone within ten feet. It is also about a quarter gone, which explains why she didn't open this conversation with a sexual overture.

[mm_eric]

Griffin isn't very often at a loss for words.

Congratulations, Raz?

[berryberryraz]

Beam!

"C'mon," she coaxes. "Free booze! Don't give me that look, I'm just a goo girl."

[mm_eric]

"Er ... yeah. Got the goo girl bit. Sort of. I'll pass on the drink."

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, RAZ. He can't even be sarcastic! You've undone him!