The Perk, Tuesday Evening

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It wasn't tea that Myria had in front of her this time around. No, it was some sort of ground bean with hot water poured over it.

Not that she was going to touch it, of course. It was more to blend in with the humans of the island. Plus, it smelled. How these creatures could consume anything was beyond her. It all seemed rather messy.

She found herself tapping her fingers against the cup, watching out the window. The strange things a body found itself doing.

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[furnaceface]

Jono had spent his day alternating between thumping his forehead against a desk and thumping his forehead against a cardboard box. So help him, today he had earned his coffee, and he didn't give a toss what time of day it was that he was getting it, either.

It wasn't like he was going to sleep tonight, anyhow. Especially not after he got the largest size available and then found himself a seat to people watch. Or, well, person watch.

"New around here?"

Blue-grey and paranoid, but hell, sometimes you just had to strike up a conversation all the same.

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Yes, his outside was slightly different from the rest of the humans scurrying around this particular universe.

She turned her head toward him, observing him like she might have observed a star exploding. So... there was no expression at all.

"Yes, I believe so."

What was with this obsession concerning when she had arrived?

[furnaceface]

The blankness there actually managed to throw Jono off more than somebody screaming or just flat-out staring would have done. Granted, Raven had been hiding away from her emotions since her home had been destroyed, and he had been starting to get used to that emptiness on her face, but on anyone else...

He blinked, and then made a stunning recovery with a mouthful of coffee, clearing his throat a little.

"Then I almost feel as though I should apologize. Things are usually a little less chaotic around here."

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"It is?" This wasn't a typical town?

[furnaceface]

AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ahem.

"People are worried," Jono explained, looking into his coffee, lifting his shoulder in a bit of a shrug. "Getting letters and phone calls from old friends and strangers alike, waiting to see who the next people to vanish are going to be, getting the runaround from Portalocity. I can only imagine what your trip here must've been like." He offered her a wry smile. "I'm Jonothon, by the way. Er... welcome to the island, for what it's worth."

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"Myria LeJean," she said once it was clear he expected a response of some sort. "It was mostly unremarkable."

Just like that whole star exploding thing.

[furnaceface]

"Really? Well, then you appear to be one of the lucky ones," Jono mused. "Been reading up on horror stories about people who have been through everything from some sort of steam-powered Victorian nightmare to the ice age, trying to get back here."

He kind of envied them, truth be told. His trip here had been fairly uneventful... Though he had the sneaking suspicion that this was at least in part because no sane being in the multiverse would screw around with Cable.

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He was no Granny Weatherwax...

"Where would you be reading these?" Auditors: not hip to the internet.

[furnaceface]

Jonothons weren't all that great with the internet, either. But he'd figured out Twitter. And Farmville.

The essentials.

"On the internet," he explained, shrugging. "Er, if you're from someplace that has the internet? This place takes all types, really."

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After his conversation with Warren... and a quick shower and getting dressed into proper clothes such as jeans and a sweater, Hercules had gone in search of coffee.

And if there was one thing that would get Hercules distracted from end of the world situations, it was a pretty lady he'd not seen before. So after he'd gotten his own coffee (black, of course), he walked over to Myria's table and smiled.

"Well hello there," he said. "I don't think I've seen you before. In fact, I'm sure I'd remember you if I had."

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"Yes. You most likely would," Myria agreed, smiling back more because he was than anything else. It was a thing now.

So much baring of teeth on this island.

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Well it didn't matter why she was smiling, Herc just like it when pretty women smiled at him. "I'm Hercules," he introduced, stroking his beard with a free hand for a moment. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

His inflection rose on that last word to imply it was a question.

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She stared at him for a moment as though waiting for him to continue. When that didn't seem likely, she supplied, "Myria LeJean."

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"LeJean?" Hercules repeated, mulling over that name. "Sounds French. A good people, the French. I've know quite a few great men and women from the land. Even a very nice French-Candian. Lots of great things about France, though they do have a problem with being conquered. Do you have opinions on being conquered?"

He was a little bit off his game.

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"I'm not French," she assured him, not getting what he was going for on the matter.

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"Oh," Hercules said, actually thrown a bit by that being her answer. "Canadian? American? From a different planet? I'm Greek. By way of Olympus."

By golly, he'd still put forth the effort.

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"The Disc." That was a close enough approximation, right? Right! "Olympus? Is that here?"

Because, if it was, it wouldn't be for looooong.

[sith_happened]

Anakin needed coffee, but Rory would be able to tell he'd had something with caffeine (she wasn't a Jedi, but she could tell when Anakin was hiding something from her), so he was settling for herbal tea.

Ew, herbal tea.

He glanced over at the unfamiliar face and frowned slightly. "Are you here with one of the alumni?"

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As if ground beans were any better.

"Alumni?"

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Ground beans were delicious!

"Someone who graduated from the school," Anakin said. "We've had a few returning over the past weeks."

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Ground. Beans.

"No. I own an art gallery in town," she replied. "It's new."

In case he asked.

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"Oh, it's been there a while," Anakin said. "We've had a couple of people running it over the years. I'm Anakin Skywalker. I'm the sheriff."

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"Myria LeJean," she replied, thinking that over. "It didn't have art in it when I arrived."

So there.

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Anakin's lips quirked up in an almost-smile. "Well, leaving the merchandise behind might have led to theft, and I'm sure your tastes are different than the last proprietor."

Anakin knew jack about art.

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"I wouldn't know." Yes. Obviously, Myria.