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Not that axe murderers were any more dangerous than some of the creatures they'd had to face in Narnia. At the mention of curses that could easily influence people, Caspian carefully hid half his face with the rim of his glass. He sipped, more than grateful to avoid discussing that in public, and within Toshiko's company.

"Kraken? Do we have those," he asked the Narnian, not that Caspian could go searching for krakens and sea serpents anytime soon.

Now that feast smelled good, but as a gentleman should, he waited until Toshiko was ready to eat first. "I am unfamiliar with Lovecraft," a given.

Peter shook his head in response to Caspian's question. "Not as far as I know. They could exist beyond the Lone Islands, but we haven't explored that far." Beyond that was Aslan's territory, something Peter and the others hadn't thought of exploring just yet.

As for Lovecraft, Peter shook his head again. Even with his adventures in Narnia, Peter hadn't found weird literature too fascinating.

"Then I think we'll just have to introduce you to Ellington in person," Tosh replied, with a grin. "He's something unique anyway. Do sort of miss having him around the flat, though."

She paused for a bite of her pizza, realizing that the boys were probably not going to eat until she did. "You know, I wouldn't be at all surprised if there are kraken out in the ocean someplace here."

"I have read about them, well the legends," he corrected himself as he hadn't gone out to sea to see them himself... yet.

The allure of kraken and that mysterious thing called the ocean were tempting, moreso than those parasitic creatures from the other day. But Caspian was careful not to venture too far and away, at least not without letting Peter know. He didn't want another repeat of that cryptic episode with the cliff face. After Toshiko took a bite so did he, but not without a moment of confusion in deciding whether he should use his hands or the tableware first.

"There is a captain who lives along the shore in his ship. He may know," Caspian suggested, "perhaps he may even be aware of what Ellington truly is."

Oh, and he took a gulp.

Peter took a bite of his pizza, after carefully folding it in half to keep it's toppings from falling off. It was good pizza, but Peter was no connoisseur. It was like any other pizza he had before, even if slightly greasier.

"He lived in your flat?" Peter spoke after swallowing his bite. "I wouldn't mind meeting him in person if he's as interesting as he sounds. Harmonica playing squids are rare, even in Narnia." The last part was a bit of a joke.

If it was a competition to see who could finish their glass first, Peter wasn't going to let Caspian win that easily.

All right, now Tosh was catching on to the little drinking competition, and she hid a smile behind her own glass. Boys were pretty much universally alike, no matter where they came from or how old they were on the outside.

"You mean a captain with an actual sailing ship? I didn't know there was one, maybe he'll take you out sometime, kraken spotting. I've never seen one myself, although I have seen a space whale. Which isn't a whale at all, actually, so that's probably not even relevant."

She nodded at Peter's question. "He was very small then, small enough to sit on top of your head or hang sort of wrapped around your neck. Used to sing me to sleep. I really miss that."

He'd noticed how Peter folded his but kept his own held like Tosh's. A little sauce on the linen wasn't such a tragedy, though Caspian was still very careful.

"Very rare," he added to Peter's comment even though he didn't know any better first hand. Really the source they should've been asking was Bree but horses were not likely allowed in the pub, not even Talking Horses. That was a shame. "Yes, the ship is very large with black sails," Caspian further described Hector Barbossa's pride and joy.

Really? He was nearing a quarter of glass empty but after taking another bite not even Caspian would try to chew and swig at the same time.

A talking horse walks into a pub... it would have been a good joke line, at least. "Sounds like a pirate ship." Peter commented, as he took another sip. A bite or two of pizza, then a drink. It wasn't a bad pace.

"A whale in outer space? Is that what you mean?" Peter asked Toshiko curiously. The Soviet's hadn't launched Sputnik just yet in Peter's time, and the idea of space travel fascinated Peter. After being in the city for around a month, the idea of space travel didn't seem too ludicrous.

"Oh, it does sound like a pirate ship, doesn't it?" Tosh agreed, looking from Peter to Caspian. "Do you think it is? Never seen an actual pirate ship before. I mean, in real life."

She considered how much she ought to tell them, especially Peter, about space travel and aliens and time rifts. But a little information probably wouldn't hurt Peter's timeline any, and it wasn't likely to make a difference to Caspian's at all. "More like...an alien lifeform, from outer space, that rather resembled a whale. It came through a time rift, from a long way into the future."

[ooc: Ugh, I'm so sorry, I'm about to fall asleep on my keyboard. Can has backdating tomorrow?]

Three Bulgy Bears go out for a beer.... He looked at Peter and nodded. "I have not met many pirates in my time," none really, "but if I were to call one a pirate ship, that one would be it."

His expression brightened again at Toshiko's admission. For once he wasn't the only person to not have seen things.

"Outer space," asked the Telmarine, shifting his gaze between the two. He busied himself by drinking.

[ooc: Cool with me ^ ^]

Peter hadn't seen a pirate ship in real life before either, but he had read enough books and seen enough films to form a stereotypical idea of what a pirate's ship should look like.

"They probably exist in our time too. We just haven't seen any yet, I suppose." Peter wondered out loud, thinking of what other things existed out there. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your profession?" Peter wiped his mouth with a napkin before looking up towards Toshiko.

ooc: oops. Cool with me too! I'm probably off for the night too!

Edited 2008-07-12 06:15 (UTC)

"I'll have to look for it next time I'm down on the beach," Tosh mused. She smiled at the boys' remarks. "Yes, I imagine the space whales probably do exist in your time, but it's not until well into the future that we're supposed to encounter them."

She eyed them over her beer, sorting through various answers to Peter's question. "I do technical support for an organization called Torchwood. Imagine...well, you both know about the computers and electronics and things that are used around here? For network access, or communications, or security, or even transportation? It's my job to keep that sort of thing in working order for our team. And also I study any alien artifacts that come our way. Or at least, I did."

Hopefully that all made at least some sense. Tosh wasn't sure how to explain it all in terms that Caspian was familiar with.

Where the space whales were concerned, he only listened to Peter and Toshiko, committing their words to memory in the event that he might need to use the knowledge in space whale communication. One day perhaps, perhaps not. He started on another slice of pizza as Toshiko explained her profession.

Caspian barely knew how a car worked and he knew just enough to speak over the network and keep some conversations private. He'd also figured out electricity and the joy of being able to choose a hot bath or a cold shower whenever he wanted, even if the apartment bathroom paled in comparison to the grand bath in the castle. The water here was much cleaner.

"You are like an archaeologist in that respect," Caspian commented with a smile. A tomb raider was another good term for it but his idea of what Tosh did would differ greatly were he to ever see a blowfish alien.

I suppose there's a lot of work with all the artifacts in the city." Peter replied with a small smile as he finished his slice. He had learned a good deal about technology and computers after a month in the city, but he still preferred other means of communication. It was easier to get a point across face to face.

With that, Peter took a last sip of his beer, finally finishing his first drink.

"Well, maybe like an archaeologist in reverse," Tosh replied, with a soft laugh. "Instead of finding ancient artifacts, we collect futuristic technologies, study them to figure out how they work, and archive them to make certain no one can use them to cause harm."

She raised an eyebrow as she noticed Peter had finished his drink, wondering if there was going to be a second round to continue the boys' silent competition.

"Oh, and we maintain the Rift, try to make as little comes through as possible, and protect the area from the things that do. It's a pretty exciting job, honestly."

"So it is possible, these rifts," Caspian noted Tosh's admission.

He also noted Peter's glass then raised his own to drain the last of his own. Caspian waved a hand for round two, and one for Toshiko too if she was needing anyway.

"And I hope that you will let us pay," he smiled. Teenager welfare checks.

"Rift, or rifts?" Peter accepted the refill, before turning to another slice.

He nodded at Caspian's last statement, even though pay wasn't the exact term he had been thinking of. Paying was a bit of an misstatement when things came free.

"Thank you, if you really insist," Tosh said, accepting the offer of a refill and figuring it would probably be easier to go along with Caspian's offer than to argue over paying. It was only one round, after all.

"Well...so far as we can tell there's only one Rift on our planet. But it's a bit more complicated than just a single opening. It does move around a bit, opens and closes, the stability fluctuates...just monitoring the activity is quite a job, let alone chasing after the things that it occasionally spits out."

She paused, realizing that there were similarities between the Cardiff Rift's activities, and what Peter and his family experienced. "I...have to admit that my focus is pretty exclusively on the goings-on around Cardiff."

It was paying, since that money could've been going towards a hauberk, but Caspian didn't believe he needed to invest in one... yet. So to pizza and beers it was, and honestly he thought this a much more worthwhile investment than armor.

"It moves...?" He asked, looking at Toshiko curiously. In Narnia it was sort of the same way perhaps. A second round of beers also meant another gulp for the Telmarine.

Peter busied himself with his pizza. While he was curious about the rift, he didn't want to bombard Toshiko with too many questions at once.

As if on cue, Peter took another sip. By now it was more of a compulsive action than anything else.

Tosh was really having to hold back a grin at the pair, and she wondered if she should suggest a game of darts just to let them work out the competitiveness.

"A little. I mean..." She set her glass in the middle of the table. "Say that this is the- the machine we use to keep the Rift as under control as possible. The Rift, when it opens, doesn't do it right here, it may open at any point within miles of this point. It's always...there, but the amount of activity fluctuates. Does that make any sense?"

The questions aren't really a problem, but Tosh realizes she should divert the conversation toward topics that aren't based so heavily in an understanding of science even most people in her own time are unfamiliar with.

He sort of watched Toshiko make her diagram on the table, half-following half-blank because his grasp of physics was mostly related to catapults.

"It must be an interesting profession at least. You have much to do, controlling this rift and studying artifacts," Caspian nodded. Then took a sip. And a bit. He was rather comfortable and starting to feel just slightly warm.

By now Peter was also feeling slightly warm, and a bit more smiley than usual. It could have been he was just enjoying the company, but there probably were other factors involved.

"A bit." Peter said truthfully. "To be honest, it's a bit more than I can comprehend."

"It was a lot for me as well, at first." Tosh picked up her drink again, with a little grin for Caspian's observation. "Don't forget chasing down aliens and occasionally saving the world from invasion," she joked.

"Your turn, now, you two. I've talked too much already about myself."

Smiley? If he wasn't so warm himself Caspian might've noticed... and even moreso noticed how his expression almost mirrored Peter's.

"You have quite the adventures, Toshiko."

This time he grinned. Ah but when she asked about themselves, well, Caspian wasn't sure of what to say. He looked at Peter, High Kings first, or something. He busied himself with the beer and the food.

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