"It's raining men, hallelujah" Well, there's at least one.

[Guest]

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!"

Falling from the sky was a man. He would have not been a man one would notice upon the street, unless you bumped into him. He was all together plain looking. Just a guy in blue jeans, a white button down dress shirt, saddle shoes, horn rimmed glasses, messenger bag, and a pocket protector. Six foot tall and about a buck seventy-five. See, no big deal. Except for that pesky falling from the sky thing.

*Thud*

It was always the landing that hurt the most. That was one thing that Eugene Fillabuster could never get used to. As he laid there, face down in the grass he sighed.

"I think I broke my calculator."

Slowly, two palms pressed flat on the ground and the plain man was pushing his way up onto his knees. Oh how he was going to hurt in the morning. He looked at his watch, still four hours until it wore off. What was it, well maybe someday he would tell someone. In the mean time, he rose up to his feet seemingly unscathed from his fall. He bent over and dusted himself off then took a look around.

He saw a big pink car. It made him smile. Then he saw the Inn across the road. So he adjusted his bag and headed that way. He stopped at the edge of the road and looked both ways before crossing. He made his way across the road ad to the Inn. He looked around once more before he climbed the steps and headed in the door.

Once he was inside he stood still for a moment to take a look around. It was quite lovely inside. He saw a grand piano, he loved to hear them played, but he was all thumbs when it came to playing. He saw some nice soft couches and chairs over by a fireplace. Looked like a great place to read. There was a stairwell that wound upwards, maybe he would check that out later.

There was a sign on a door signifying a rest room. As he continued to look around he saw a hallway that had some doors down it. Fun places to check out possibly. There was a reception desk. Probably didn't need to go there. And then, he saw it, his destination for the moment. The Bar. He knew he had good instincts.

So off he was to belly up to the bar. He found an empty stool easily. The place was all but empty. Flinging his bag up onto the bar he took a seat. He saw a sign posted behind the bar. It was a list of new drinks.

"Cool, they have Klingon Blood Wine here."

That certainly brightened Eugene's day. He pulled the calculator from his pocket of his shirt and set it on the bar. Then he opened his bag and pulled out a little tool kit. He flipped the calculator over so that it was face down. Then he took a little screwdriver from his tool kit and began removing the screws. He took time to push his glasses further up onto his nose as he worked.

And there he would be if anyone found him. Sitting at the bar, fixing his broken calculator.

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline saw the young man sitting at the bar tinkering with something. Curious as to who he was or what he wanted she made her way to where he was sitting. "Hello there, what can I get you today?"

[Guest]

((Seriously? Three lines? That wasn't even worth the formatting of my post.))

Eugene didn't even look up from what he was doing in order to order from the female voice that addressed him. "Klingon Blood Wine." He had the back off of his calculator now and was busy taking out circuit boards. But when he did take the chance to look up from his work, the woman was not there. And he had no drink. He must have hit his head harder than he thought. So he put his calculator back together and just left.

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