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Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"

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He looks around and then checks the calendar. "OK, who had January 21 in the pool?"

He then gets a drink - just s Diet Soder, since he can't get those at home - and watches.

"Guess," Jason suggests sulkily, dropping into an armchair nearby with a sullen scowl.

"I had the thirtieth."

"You know," Tim says helpfully, smirking, "just because he had the twenty-first doesn't mean you couldn't have also picked it.

"I did."

He waves a handful of winnings under his erstwhile brother's nose.

"Be nice, boys," the close-to-forty woman advises them, wearing a smirk that shares plenty with both twenty-somethings. "Poor Alex didn't ask for an invasion of ex-Robins, let alone one in full battle mode."

"You two aren't even from this game!" Jason scowls at them both. "You're not from any legit game. Bugger off."

"No, it's okay. I'm fine with Robins.

"Well, expect Carrie Kelly. I'm not talking with anyone Miller created these days." Goddamn Batman indeed.

"Hey, that's my daughter you're talking about," the old Steph informs him, grinning. "Fandom rabbithole theory or not."

Blink. "So she's not the daughter of the new police commissioner? Well, there goes that theory."

"She might be," Steph says cheerfully. "Probably is, in at least twelve other splinter universes. Weaves' entire theory is based around the fact that my baby's father had red hair and the timelines sorta vaguely match up. She's daft that way.

"...she's not here, is she?" Steph looks around a little guiltily.

"You as a young woman, you mean? Or your daughter? Because I haven't seen Steph in ages - that is, my pups haven't seen her in ages. And no one ever apped Carrie Kelly." Which is just a little surprising.

"Hey." He wonders if it's fair to warn Jason about the 900 number. "I had late February, like last year. But I guess they didn't want to compete with the Oscars.

"How's Gotham doing?"

"It's Gotham." Jason shrugs, sulky. "How d'you think it's doing?"

"In your case, since you have Starlin writing you, not badly.

"You meet the KGBeast yet?" He's not the kind to fanboy Robins. Especially Jason. But he has to ask all the fanboy questions, doesn't he?

Jason eyes him even more suspiciously.

"Why would a normal kid like me meet someone like that?"

He hasn't quite grasped the 'fictional character' theory yet.

"Ah. I get it now. You're pre=Robin.

"Which is good. You shouldn't rush that way. Because of all the angst. And the retcons. And Countdown. You don't want to rush to Countdown." Oh, if only Didio would come in tonight so that everyone could gang up on him.

Jason leans forward and pins him with a piercing stare. Well ... for a fourteen-year-old.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says very clearly, and then hisses "but how do you know about the Robin thing!?"

"Comics. TV shows. Movies. Sort of." He asks the Bar for the trade paperback of Robin: Year One.

"This is your first Meet the Muns night, isn't it?"

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Oz shakes his head.

"July, man. Close. So close."

He could point out that July is not so close to January. But then, it's Oz. Who knows how Oz's mind works? (Well, Oz, maybe. And Buffy, once. And Joss. And Seth Green.)

"Hey, Oz.

"Um, you know it's a full moon today?" Because once you've been playing this game (okay, and also once you've learned to take note of the full moon because several Jewish holidays take place at the full moon), you notice that.

Oz grimaces and looks around.

"I gotta learn the subtle yet important calendar differences around here. I thought maybe the odd craving for hamburger was just an atmosphere kinda thing."

"The calendar stuff here...is weird. I mean, it's the 2008 calendar and all, but it's sort of quantumistic. That is...since Cam didn't have Annie do any sort of sign noting the full moon, I think that none of you wolves went wolfy.

"Like I said, weird." Of course, it could just be that having your pup go wolfy once a month gets old fast.

"Really?"

Oz grins at this. Actually, it looks more like a faint smile, but for him, it's a grin.

"I'll take your word for it and head home before sunset anyway."

"Good idea. I think they have rules about werewolves. I'm not sure. I haven't read enough threads on the matter," Alex notes.

"So...what do you think of the place so far? You hear that we have Buffy in the game again?"

"It could get awkward."

He considers this for a moment. "It's interesting. Got a certain charm Sunnydale's lacking. Must be the temporal paradoxes. And yeah, it's been brought up."

"It's not the temporal paradoxes so much as the interactions. You can meet anyone. Even your mun. Or your pup." Even if his pups are taking the night off.

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