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[vengeance_driven]

[Normally people take their first steps onto the Plane easily through a cozy shop that appeared inconspicuously in an area no one would think to look in. This time it's a little different. Niko has gotten his invitations, ignored the strange little shop because he has so much else to worry about, and generally not even noticed the machine's efforts to get him to visit.

With a small armada of police officers chasing him, he's in a panic. The desperation for a way out is what lets him hop onto the Plane, and by hop we mean a sports car goes flying onto the Plane, rolls twice, lands on its hood, and gradually spins to a lazy stop.

There's a crashed sports car on the Plane. Wheels up.

The figure inside swivels around, flopped down into the hood like it's a floor. He flattens himself out, staring out a cracked window at a confusing and vast array of stars. The window on the driver's side is already broken completely out, and that's what he uses to shimmy out of the vehicle. He's a battered sort of man, nicked scars on his face, short cropped hair as if it was done by a five dollar barber, a leather jacket over a turtleneck. Right now? He's apparently no worse for the wear from the wreck. This sort of thing? Happens to him a lot.]

Ah... This? This is not Dukes. [He turns and points at... is that a disembuildinged bar over there?] I was going to Jimmy's. This, whatever this is, is not where I was going. [His Balkan accent is thick.] I am also very dizzy. I am going to need a moment, because I am seeing stars and I do not think I should be seeing stars.

[He crouches down and puts his head in his hands. No, no he's pretty sure that he didn't dislodge some vital part of his mind with the wreck. There is actually no floor beneath him, that is a free-roaming bar, and he should... maybe figure out what is happening here.]

Alright. Can someone tell me what's going on. I've managed to misplace myself. I know this is not common mistake with GPS now, which is very useful, but I wrecked my car and I don't think the satellite will be able to find it here. [Niko? Already kind of okay with this strange thing. He's not prone to panicking under pressure, which is a bonus. He may be level headed, but he feels that it's his right to be very, very confused.]

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[docinawall]

You know, burgers aren't very good for you.

[curiously, he adds:] So did you crash that one, too? I could scan you again if you want! [and he hefts his scanner to punctuate that thought]

wurrrrds

[vengeance_driven]

I feel better. [He thumbs back over his shoulder, as if that's where he just came from.] It is still fine. I took it to the Pay and Spray. They ah... they take about three hours. So I have some time.

[docinawall]

...oh. [Doc lowers the scanner, sounding rather disappointed] Wait, three hours to do what? [he blinks at him]

Okay, so if you've got three hours, what do you want to do? We could have a healthy snack! ...no, wait, you already ate. [he pauses, thinking] Oh, I know! We could watch a movie! [under the visor, Doc's expression is eager]

[vengeance_driven]

You know, when I am in magic place between time and space and purple astronaut asks me to watch movie, I think I probably should. But first I am going to need an entire bottle of vodka. All of it. All of the vodka.

[docinawall]

[Doc continues to obliviously neglect to consider that time is stopped at home for Niko. instead, he's rather more focused on the vodka suggestion] Weeeell, there's a bar, but that really isn't a very healthy choice. But sometimes in the kitchen, you can get freshly squeezed orange juice! [not wanting to lose a potential friend, though, he concedes:] But we could go to the bar, if that's what you want.

[vengeance_driven]

I can have both, can't I?

[Orange juice goes kind of okay with vodka. Except he likes vodka straight, but, you know. He's willing to work with it.]

[docinawall]

[brightly] That sounds like a good compromise! Okay, I'll get orange juice from the kitchen and meet you in the bar. And then we'll go watch a movie!

[Doc sounds exceedingly cheerful about the whole plan. after all, it's not every day someone is willing to watch a movie with him]

[vengeance_driven]

No one can say I'm not good at negotiation when vodka is involved.

[He goes to fetch himself that whole bottle of vodka because he doesn't even know what today is.

And then he realizes that he might be able to just sit here until he's sober enough to drive again, rather than having to hail a cab. This might be the best thing he's ever accidentally happened upon.]

[docinawall]

And orange juice! [because obviously that needed to be pointed out]

[Doc heads cheerfully off to the kitchen, and it doesn't take him long to meet Niko in the bar--brandishing a carton of orange juice] Look! It's the freshly squeezed kind. [he grabs a glass and fills it with orange juice for himself, then offers the carton to Niko] Here. It's a great source of vitamin C!

[vengeance_driven]

Freshly squeezed in carton? [You know, fuck it. He adds a little to his glass of vodka.] So what movie are you going on about?

And are you robot or spaceman? I should probably have checked before, but I was a little confused. I'm still a little confused, actually, but I'm not as pressured.

[docinawall]

That's what it says! [he points at the declaration on the carton] Uh...I don't know. Whatever movie is there. What's your favorite movie?

Huh? [he blinks at Niko] I'm not a robot! Or a spaceman. I'm in the army! [he pauses, thinking] Well...maybe I'm kind of a spaceman? We do travel to different planets for the war. But I'm not in space right n--you know what? Nevermind. [because oops, technically he is. but if the Plane counts, isn't everyone a spaceman?] What are you confused about, anyway?

[he takes a drink of his own orange juice--and promptly looks disappointed] You know, this doesn't taste very freshly squeezed. [he sighs] Figures...

[vengeance_driven]

I'm military too, but uh... I didn't get to be an astronaut. [Which would have made being military a lot more fun. Being an astronaut was one of his childhood dreams.]

Something funny. I like funny movies. [He likes to laugh, believe it or not, even though it looks terrible on that mug.]

[docinawall]

An astronaut? [Doc laughs] Wow, you sound like someone out of a documentary!

Ohhh me too! Especially when they have animals. Aren't cats great? I bet they'll have a movie like that. [he's starting to sound excited again, despite the orange juice disappointment]

You opened this gateway into hell! You did! It's all your fault!

[vengeance_driven]

While I'm pretty sure I would watch a documentary on pussy, probably not the sort that are so pointy. So ah, something historical maybe?

[Because where do purple spacemen come from.]

[docinawall]

A historical comedy? [Doc tilts his head, trying to think if he knows any movies like that. he doesn't mind Niko's other comment, though. maybe he's just spent too much time around Tucker] Yeah, I can't think of any? But we'll see what's there. [he takes another drink of orange juice] So when do you want to go?

[vengeance_driven]

Maybe something from Mel Brooks. He does those sometimes.

...Where does a purple spaceman find movies here, anyway? [He picks up his drink like he's ready to go now, because he wants to know this. The bottle of vodka is coming with him.]

[docinawall]

[he brightens] Oh yeah, those movies are crazy! Good idea.

Uh...in the theatre? [because where else would you find movies?]

[not wanting to lose his new friend, he takes another drink of his orange juice and then stands, too] I can show you where it is when you're ready.