in Milliways

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Rich Brook enjoys filming for The Storyteller. He honestly does. It may not be the role of a lifetime, but he could do worse than to spend the day reading fairy tales to kids.

He's always liked fairy tales.

Still, when Milliways pops up during a break in filming, he doesn't turn it down. He glances back over his shoulder first; then, when no one else seems to see anything amiss, he goes in.

At the Bar, he asks for a club soda with lime. He could have something stronger if he liked - with time stopped at home, no one would be the wiser - but it seems wrong for the Storyteller to drink while he's technically on duty.



[OOC: For clarity, Jim is in character as Rich, and will be making a much stronger effort to remain in character than he usually does in Milliways. And yes, he really is coming in from filming. DVDs don't make themselves.]

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[sicaria]

"Yes and yes."

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"Every time I start thinking I might have got used to this place."

He's beginning to understand why the unofficial motto among patrons seems to be fucking Milliways.

[sicaria]

Sherlock laughs.

"Yes," she agrees.

"Oh, sorry—I'm Sherlock, by the way. Sherlock Stark."

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. . . of course her name is Sherlock.

His expression says as much for a couple seconds before he catches himself and smooths it over.

"Good to meet you," he offers.

[sicaria]

She cocks her head and inquires in friendly tones, "Was there something about my name?"

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"I, uh, I know a Sherlock," he admits. It feels odd to say just the first name like that. "He's, uh - well, he's the one who came up with Jim Moriarty. On my world."

Director, playwright, and costar all wrapped up in one odd and slightly unnerving package.

[sicaria]

"Now there's a terrifying thought," she says, grinning. "I wouldn't want the responsibility for my Jim laid on my doorstep."

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Apprehensively:

"What's he like?"

He knows very well what the character he plays is like. He's definitely not someone Rich would ever want to meet.

[sicaria]

"Terrifying," she says, with a smile that indicates she is right at home in such company.

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Yeah, that's . . . kind of . . . what he . . .



He sips his drink.

[sicaria]

Sherlock laughs softly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease."

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"I like playing him," he says, "but that's about as close as I ever want to get.

". . . no offense."

[sicaria]

"None taken. I know exactly what you mean."

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"Oh," he says, a bit blankly. "Good."

[sicaria]

"He is not a safe person to know. He is not a safe person at all, in fact, whether or not you know him."

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"Yeah."

This conversation is not really helping to keep him in a storytelling frame of mind.

It's not helping his remember to keep his hand out of his hair, either.

[sicaria]

"Sorry," she says again, wryly.

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"No, it's fine."

Ish.

[sicaria]

"That is not a statement in accord with the facts."

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"Well," he says, trying to shake off the discomfort.

"I'm an actor. I make my own facts."

It's not a great joke, but it is a joke.

[sicaria]

"So I see," she affirms, grinning.