So this is Earth.

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A black-robed figure walks slowly down the rocky beach, unhurriedly dodging the occasional wash of spray as he studies the world around him. It's different from the world that he knows best, and there's something in the air that makes it different from the other worlds he's seen as well.

And it's not just the smell of fish that seems to hang over everything.

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[vanya-a.livejournal.com]

Vanya sees the figure approach and she stands on the end of the beach, waiting for him to approach.

Despite everything she's been through, she still has her guns in holsters at her hips, even if they're not already drawn.

Who are you?

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He turns toward her, slowly putting up a hand to push back his hood. Serious blue eyes study her a moment as he prays and feels his Master's reply.

Those icy eyes soften a bit. "Lon Wayne. This isn't my reality."

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He nods as well, unsurprised. "Luke and Leia Skywalker, Han Solo, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Timothy Drake."

Some of those are alternate names that he's found in 'comic books', but perhaps they might be better known.

[vanya-a.livejournal.com]

Something is familiar about the name Skywalker. "My husband comes from a reality where there exists a family named Skywalker."

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"Ah." He squeezes her hand and thinks of food and the couch, adding an inquiry as to whether that sounds like a plan to her.

"May I ask a personal question?" asks Lon slowly, watching them.

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She glances at Atin for the briefest of moments, thinking that yes, that sounds like a great idea.

Then her eyes return to Lon. "Go ahead."

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"Hi," he says, keeping his eyes on Vic as the larger man looms and glares at him. Then he raises one eyebrow. "What's his problem?"

Vic's nose wrinkles in a snarl.

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Sal grins at Lon, then gives Vic a strange look. "I'll be right back, I've just gotta go an' check on Celeste."

She's up the stairs without much else of a word.

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"I'm not a Jedi," he says quietly. "Not a Sith either."

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"So it's common, then fer laypeople to carry around lightsabers?" she inquires just as quietly.

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He's frowning slightly at the thought of one little isolated outpost of life. "How many races?"

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"Just us human beings," Sal says with a shrug. "And, of course, genetic variations on humans..."

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Lon blinks, then smiles. "Alright. How much would it be for two nights?"

"No no," says a little voice from above. "You scrub like this."

"Backit the %#$%%$# off, b'y!"

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Sal grins. "Hundred bucks."

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"Can't eat without me holdin' yer hand..." he grumbles as he comes and plunks down in his seat.

Kurt just gives him that grin that bodes mischief, then bows his head and asks God to bless the meal.

Lon quirks a slight grin and bows his own head.

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Sal grins, shaking her head as she likewise bows her head and maintains respectful silence.

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The scarred clone frowns, brow furrowed with concentration as he looks for his brother and sister in law. Then he blinks. "Charlie says they needed a holiday."

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"Works fer me," Sal said with a shrug, continuing to feed the children.

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"I entered the coordinates for Earth into the PINpoint, but left the specifier off the end. It brought me here." He looks up, inwardly glad for the question.

[vanya-a.livejournal.com]

Vanya chuckles. "Specifiers are necessary if you're looking for something in particular."

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"Is it open today?"

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Sal shrugs. "Not now, it's too late. Should be open tomorrow morning."

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"Thank you." He glances at Stephan as the little boy says something to him, then looks up as Kurt returns with the ice cream.

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"No problem." Sal takes the bucket of ice cream from her husband and shivered slightly, then concentrated for a split second.

"There. Should be warm enough to scoop now."

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"Ah." He frowns slightly as he has a spoonful of ice cream, but then brightens slightly. He's not a big fan of sweets, but this is good.

"Pickame, b'y!" Wolfen demands of him, holding up her arms peremptorily.

"Rude," Stephan tells her as he eats his own ice cream.

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"Yes, b'y," Sal says dryly, reaching over to pick up her daughter. "That is rude."

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"T'anks, b'y!" Russet eyes shine as she pops one into her mouth and clutches the other tightly in her fist, leaving it in grave danger of melting.

"Would you like me to clean the dishes?" asks Lon, showing off his own manners.

"I can do it," says Jabez quickly, overlooking the disharmony of furry hands and dishwater.

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"Thank you," Sal says to Jabez with a smile, prying the second candy out of Wolfen's fist and holding it out for her.

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"I think I'm good. Thank you." He smiles. "Will I see you in the morning?"

-Vanya, I'm on the couch... and there's actually something good on TV,- comes the mental call.

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"I should be around," Vanya says with a smile. "Have a good night."

-Coming.-