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"If I had known that I would have gone downstairs and gotten you a plate of crackers from the party," says Ivan, still engrossed in his yummy beverage. "...If that wouldn't have got rid of the magic wormhole door?"

It would almost certainly have returned the door to its customary state. However, while you are here with the door closed, time is paused in your worlds under most circumstances.
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"...Time is paused? Then how did Miles and I get here?"

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"Oh, I was holding the door because there's no pen signal in here if it's closed."

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"Well, that's eminently sensible," says Miles. "Then again, why isn't there signal in here with the door closed? Surely the magic wormhole could accomplish such a thing if it tried."

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When the door is closed, where it leads is undefined, and undefinition is terrible for wireless reception.

Linya laughs.
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Miles giggles. Stalas smiles, too, but it's the smile of someone who doesn't quite entirely get the joke.

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"What, besides that it's subject to opaque whimsy, can you say about the mechanics of the door?"

Linya gets a densely texted napkin, which she unfolds and takes a picture of with her pen and reads through.
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Ivan finishes his drink and sets down the glass. It vanishes.

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"Very convenient, that," remarks Miles of the vanished glass. "What would you recommend to me, incidentally?"

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Some form of coffee. There's room for creativity there if you have nothing in particular in mind.

Linya laughs again.
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"Sure, I'll have a creative coffee. Might as well."

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A coffee with an interesting design in the foam on top appears in a tall glass.

"I'll go ahead and accept my recommendation, too, why not."

She gets a rosy-colored lemonade with a lemon wedge and sugar around the lip of the glass. She sips.
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Miles picks up his creative coffee. He tries it.

...He is very pleased with his creative coffee.
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"You are very good at what you do," Linya tells the bar.

Thank you, the bar napkins smugly.

"Do you have a name?"

Just "Bar". And I prefer female pronouns.

"All right."
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"You are a lady of impeccable taste," Miles pronounces.

Stalas takes a break from his dinner long enough to say, "Do try to remember you're already married."

Miles gives him the evil eye. Stalas grins and goes back to his food.
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Ivan laughs tipsily.

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Linya raises an eyebrow at Stalas. She sips her lemonade.

She asks the bar, "Are there more of me?"

Perhaps, but considerable amounts of subjective time erode my memories nearly as much as they might anyone else's. I would recognize more of you if they come in relatively soon, of course.

"Pity, I wanted to gather a small army of myselves."
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"And do what," says Miles, "take over the galaxy?"

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"Well, that would depend on whether any of me were interesting nonhuman species with magical powers or things like that. And whether they had more pressing issues than un-taken-over galaxies on their ends, too."

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"Taking over the galaxy is generally considered a bad move," says Miles. "The galaxy tends to object."

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"But Miles, there are large parts of the galaxy with nobody in them to object."

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"True... hey, Stalas, how do you feel about forming a small army of - usses?"

"I dunno," says Stalas. "How do you feel about coming with me back to Thedas and trying to get back to Orzammar in time to stop my brother assassinating my father?"

"...What?" says Miles, blinking.

"Oh, that's right, I didn't tell you that story."
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"Uh, so I have - I had - two half-brothers. Trian and Bhelen. Trian was my father's heir - my father is the king of Orzammar - until Bhelen had him assassinated and framed me for it, a few days ago. I'm now not at all inclined to believe that Bhelen would stop there, so I'm worried about Father, but there's shit-all I can do about it because I was exiled to the Deep Roads for my supposed crime and even if I somehow fought my way back to Orzammar they wouldn't let me in the gate. Unless I came with, say, a small army."

"I actually have a small army," says Miles, "but we'd have an interesting time trying to file them all in through Vivienne Vorville's bedroom door."
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"It has crossed my mind that I could try to buy this house to maintain access to the door, but they'd probably object to being unable to retrieve Vivienne's belongings and to the house being continuously occupied by me and people I know during the negotiation for it."

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