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[He thought it'd be 'one of those days' when it'd started with the hazy realization that he'd had a horrible nightmare. Worse than the nightmares about Newfoundland. Even worse than the nightmares about England. Perhaps he should have just stayed home, but there's no use regretting.

He stands in the midst of the starfield - the Astral Plane - and after carefully looking around him reaches into his pocket for his phone. As expected there is no signal, but it still seems to be working otherwise. He dearly would like to know if America has found his way here as well, but he resists the urge to call despite no bars, or to call out. With a wan smile he huffs softly to himself.]

It's not like I need him to sort this for me.

[Pocketing the phone again he looks up to see an information kiosk has appeared not too far away. He approaches it, eager to know more about this place. When prompted by the sign he speaks up,]

Help, please. [Although it is all automated, it doesn't hurt to be polite.]

[He reads Broderick Naismith's brochure twice, then folds it up and places it in his jacket pocket. He tilts his head thoughtfully as he speaks softly to himself- a habit he will tell you helps him organize his thoughts.]

I like experiments well enough, but not so much being in them. Still, it would be rather interesting to meet people from other worlds... Science fiction has become reality. [He pauses for a long moment as his mind wanders through the possibilities.] There would be so much I could learn. And seeing as time has stopped back home – or I will be returned to the same time – there are no worries about something happening there... It wouldn't be good for me to be away from home for long though, no matter the time shenanigans going on.

Yes. Then, let's see who I can find.

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It was for some... [He remembers what happened with Patricia, and how he felt going into the coliseum during it. They weren't the only ones purposefully scared during it, but for now, he keeps that to himself.] And no, we never did. We got all our memories back eventually. If you ask me? It was like the Machine or someone who runs it just wanted time to scan our collective memories and see what we had to offer.

Are you doing okay learning about all this?

[He shakes his head slightly. The more he learns about this, the more it seems that just being here is a risk to him and his people.
He lifts his eyes to smile reassuringly at North though, consciously trying to banish the dark expression from his face.]

Better that I learn it from you than the hard way. I didn't know what I was stepping into when I came through that door, but now that I'm here, information like this will be essential.

[North has it easy, what with him wearing a helmet at all. Canada is spared his looks of concern and worry, especially since he doesn't buy that smile for an instant.]

It's a lot at once, but you'll be better prepared in case anything happens to you down the road from now. And...it isn't all bad. I've gotten to meet some very great and kind people here.

[Oh hey, they're finally at the bar! North holds the door open for Canada to head on in.]

[He thanks North as he steps through the door and pauses over the threshold, waiting for the other man to sit where he wanted. He can't help but give the rifle a glance- he hopes people leave their weapons at the door...]

I was initially rather optimistic about this experience, so I'm glad to hear the good things too. And having an ally or two always helps.

[The rifle comes with him, but he sets it down carefully against the wall of the bar front before he goes around it to make some drinks.]

These days, we've got to stick together. I've made some good friends here. [He smiles faintly.] Maybe even someone I like.

So, what'll you have? The bar has anything you can think of--even stuff I've never heard of before. I think some of it's alien or from really different realities than ours.

[He gives the rifle just a slight side-long glance before grinning when North goes around to be server.]

Thank you, I think I'll stick with something relatively known. If I may have a nice bottle of red wine, that'll be just fine.

Have you tried some of the other stuff?

A glass of red coming up. [North's no expert on red wines, so he turns to have a look at the selection, then picks a few bottles. All the ones he sets before Canada are different kinds, but he doesn't plan on opening them all.] Now, I don't know what kind you like, but I figure I'll give you a choice. There really is a lot here.

And uh, I've thought about it once or twice, but I don't want to take a chance it'll mess with my body in any way. Last thing I want to do is turn up drunk. [He laughs, then reaches up to remove his helmet, setting it on the counter.] I think I'll just stick with a beer for now. [His voice is much clearer now with the helmet off, revealing him to be a blond-haired and blue-eyed human with a warm smile.]

[As he reads the labels of the offered wines he chuckles in agreement with North. It would be awful if something reacted with the body badly.
He glances up when North's voice becomes more clear, seeing his face. Ah, it's kind of a relief to not be talking to a visor.]

And I'll go with this one, please. [He picks up a small slender bottle of French dessert wine and rests it in his hands for a moment, thinking of Papa, before handing it to North.]

One of these days I'll have to peruse the collection, especially if there are more things like this. And we just... help ourselves? It feels a bit strange to not be paying.

[North thinks this guy must really have a connection with his wines, but hey, he's not going to judge. He knows plenty of people who've named their guns--himself included--so everyone's going to have an odd attachment to things for personal reasons.] Coming right up! [He pokes around the bar, trying to find a corkscrew.]

Yeah, we just help ourselves. Whatever it is that stocks this place does so pretty immediately if we use any of it. It auto-refills. Every now and then, the stock will change, and it always depends on when someone new arrives. So if there's a vintage you really like back home, you'll probably be able to find it here soon enough.

Ah, there we go. [He finally finds the corkscrew and has the cork out in a flash.] Just say when. [He begins to pour, and when Canada says so, he'll stop pouring, put the bottle down, and start looking around for a beer to try.]

[He says 'when' after only a couple ounces have been poured, but such is the way with dessert wine. He waits to taste it until North finds something to drink as well.]

I look forward to it.

Anything else that might be immediately useful for a newbie like me to know?

[Thankfully, it doesn't take North long. He pulls out a bottle of beer that he recognises from home and pops it open on the side of the bar.]

Nothing that comes to mind. Just be ready for any kind of thing to happen.

Edited 2014-01-10 01:40 (UTC)

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