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[simplyashifter]

A door opens into Xanadu, and through it walks a somewhat scruffy man with sandy hair and a solid two day's worth of stubble-growth on him. The thin morning light that pours in behind him is tinted with the lingering crepuscular songs of birds and insects, and he yawns against the lull of it. The yawn keeps him distracted long enough to pull his

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[lalo_inmortal]

"Hola." Calm greetings and a slight amusement in his eyes, Lalo sizes up the new arrival. Obviously new given that exclamation and panicked reaction. This place, it has a tendency toward charmingly making its existence known in these inconvenient ways. "You can let go of that, it shouldn't disappear."

The doorknob, naturally. Not that anyone, including Lalo can promise that the door the man came through will be the door he can or should use to leave. He'll figure it out in time, hopefully.

[simplyashifter]

"Uh. Hey." Sam's senses, already rocketed into adrenaline-fueled overdrive, take Lalo in, and his nostrils flare a little. A few heartbeats pass (not all that many - his is going pretty fast, after all) before he lifts his hand slowly away from the door, eyes locked on Lalo's.

He breaks first, looking away and then back as he straightens up and half a smile makes a valiant attempt at sticking to his face.

"Oh. Uh. If you say so. ...But here's the thing: neither should my bar."

[lalo_inmortal]

The Spaniard quirks a brow, he doesn't know what this person is but he'd lay money on him not being human. Canine, maybe, but not lupine and that just might be his saving grace-at least where Lalo is concerned.

Then he grins. A bar, that's something he can show some genuine interest in, maybe even enthusiasm. The businessman that lurks in the more rational side of the werewolf takes over. "What sort of establishment is you disappearing bar? Clientele?"

Never mind that the man is obviously out of sorts, Lalo assumes a distraction will hep him ease into things.

[simplyashifter]

Sam looks back at the door, and then at Lalo again, clearly just lost as all hell.

"Uh, its...well it's not much. Just a bar. Food, drinks, pool table, plenty of room for everyone." He looks down and makes a cutting gesture with his and, attempting to rally.

"Wait. Alright, now. I know I'm not in Bon Temps anymore, and this sure as hell don't look like Kansas. What's going on? This is..." not something that a werewolf could possibly pull off, this sort of reality-replacement. "I ain't mad," yet, "but sure'n you have to have some idea what just happened to me, or you wouldn't be so calm. Help a cousin out?"

[simplyashifter]

God knows how anyone could categorize what Sam is, in Gabriel's world. He mostly just wants to get back to his own, and is examining the door he came through. As if there was something about it he could fix, or even understand.

"Not...really, no."

It's not so much any lingering smells from Gabriel's weapons or the company he keeps that makes Sam go a little bit still as he takes the other man in. It's certainly not Gabriel himself, so part of the slight puzzlement on Sam's face is him trying to figure out for himself why Gabriel makes his ears lay back just a little bit, so to speak. Certainly no one dresses like that in Bon Temps, but he's never been one to judge people on their looks, lucky for Lafayette, so that's not it...

"Seems like I'm more lost'n I would have thought a man could get." Deep South, that accent. As if the plaid shirt, belt buckle and worn-in cowboy boots weren't clue enough.

[simplyashifter]

"Oh I believe you. Dorothy has left Kansas, no question, and without a tornado. For which I'm grateful, I guess. I just want to know how, why, and what I need to do to make sure that the front door of my bar works like it's supposed to, or my business is screwed."

He leans against said door and sighs. And then swings a hand out toward Gabriel. "Sam Merlotte."

[bulletsucker]

"Well, there's a familiar face," Sookie smiles, approaching with a sunny smile. Taking some time in Xanadu, away from Bon Temps, should have been making her feel guilty. It's really not. She's been able to sleep without fear, and if there's anyone she knows in need of a similar break, it's Sam.

[simplyashifter]

"SOOK!" For those wondering what exactly it was going to take to get Sam to move away from his door, here's your answer. He doesn't exactly run, but those are some mighty big steps this relatively-short man is taking to get over to her, and he wraps her up in a hug. She smells like home.

"Good god, you're a sight for sore eyes. ...Wait, how did you get here?"

[bulletsucker]

She closes her eyes and allows him to envelop her in his embrace. Nine-tenths of the time, Sam is the older brother she wishes Jason could come close to being. He's solid, sensible, caring and warm. The rest of the time, she remembers how he'd kissed her one time, and permits him to star in one or two of her most favorite fantasies.

It feels so good to be held. Life at home is insane, and Sookie's not exactly well known in Xanadu. The solitude had felt good, and she hadn't realised how lonely she was underneath it all.

"Through the cooler, actually. A few nights ago for me, the way time moves around here."

[youarestarlight]

"Hey, are you okay?" Comes a helter-skelter young lady trotting up to him, all flyaway curls and flapping skirts and jangling bangles. "You look kind of zonked."

Tactful child.

[keepsyourunning]

This is a meeting that basically HAS to happen.

"What the hell?" Jim says, before he can stop himself.