Enter a Wizard

[wizard_p_i]

A tall and lanky young man who's dressed as if he either just walked out of a Western or off the deck of Serenity strides confidently into the Inn. Everything about him is dark: dark hair, dark eyes, olive complexion, black shirt, dark blue jeans, black leather duster. He's even wearing a Stetson--and without the slightest trace of self-

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[beenleftbehind]

Svetlana glances up from her ever present cup of tea. "This place does that," she says quietly.

She hopes he won't ask how to explain how it works, because she still doesn't quite understand how or why.

[wizard_p_i]

"Great," sighs Harry. "Just great." He takes a deep breath. "All right. What is this place called?"

He's got a few ideas about where it might be, but first things first.

[beenleftbehind]

"The Outside Inn," she answers, giving him a small smile. "At least, that is what I've been told."

[wizard_p_i]

"Okay..." Harry said cautiously. "Now for a couple of big questions. Where is it? And what do you want me to call you?"

If this was the Nevernever, she wouldn't appreciate his asking what her Name was...not even by accident.

[empath_wiggin]

A blonde woman is, unfortunately for her, sitting near the door working on a datapad. When the man walks by, she all of a sudden swears in a harsh language.

Congratulations, Harry. You just fried a Skywalker's datapad.

[wizard_p_i]

Harry looks guiltily over at the device in the woman's hands, then facepalms. Great.

"I'm sorry," he says, walking back to the blonde woman, who reminded him very much of his friend Karrin Murphy when she was irritated. "I think that I just wrecked your"--he isn't sure what it is, so he takes a wild stab at it--"computer. Things like that happen around me a lot."

[empath_wiggin]

Valentine looks up, then raises an eyebrow. "You're not a walking Improbability field, are you?" Yes, the Skywalker can geek with the best of them. Looking at the datapad, she sighs, then shrugs. "I wasn't doing anything important anyway. All the information is back home."

Shifting her attention, she looks up at Harry. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?"

[wizard_p_i]

"More like a walking bio-electromagnetic field," Harry sighs. "Anything electrical, anything that was manufactured after World War II...well, I'll try not to break anything else around here." A glance near the front desk. "And I'll avoid the elevator.

"And yeah, I'm new. Harry Dresden. I'm from Chicago. And I was on my way into my apartment. Now I'm stuck someplace with no door."

[not_the_lion]

Regulus doesn't look up from his flat-hunting catalogue.
"I couldn't say. It's snuck up on me before, but never disappeared."
...Well, it probably did during the nightmares business, but he wouldn't have tried it then anyway.

[wizard_p_i]

Harry walks over to where Regulus is sitting. "How does a door sneak up on anyone?"

He doesn't sound like he's disagreeing with Regulus. He sounds as if he thinks that's just one more odd thing in a world of odd things, and that he's genuinely curious about the how rather than obsessing about the what.

[not_the_lion]

"Taking one somewhere they didn't mean to go, primarily. I don't know of anyone who meant to get here on the first attempt."

[wizard_p_i]

"I sure wasn't. I was heading back to my apartment in Chicago. What about you?"