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[kristallprinz.livejournal.com]

Date: 18 May, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public
Summary: This is all so frustrating... I need a drink


Nothing, nothing, nothing! There were lots of different creatures around here that weren't Terran Barbarians, but none of them had given him the slightest opening yet. Well, he had learned to be patient over the past millennia.

Still, there were times when he needed some distraction from his fruitless search for a way home. The bar was likely to be a good place to go looking for it. He'd see if they had some decent wine.

He entered the bar and quickly looked around. There didn't seem to be any guests yet, but the grey-haired man with the cane, whome he had encountered back when that Raphael had arrived here, was busy behind the counter.

"Wine," he ordered as he walked up to him. "Red, dry." Then he waited to see what, exactly, the man would serve him.

Comments

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

Joe smiled at the angel. "More he than I, I fear," he said. "I didn't do much that night."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

A very, very good observer would have noticed that he tensed ever so slightly upon hearing that. Like everyone who grew to the ripe old age of 30 in his trade, let alone to 40, he was ready at all times to deend himself or attack, wahtever was called for.

"What happened that night?" he asked, his voice sounding perfectly casual.

[kristallprinz.livejournal.com]

Atlan sat silently back and watched the others. He had been there 'that night', but he was far from up do date on what had happened before he had arrived.