[Voice & Location: Wandering around / IN UR BAR]

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[Methos is still getting his bearings, but all in all, things aren't so bad. For all the inconvenience of being suddenly snatched away from his life into an ant farm run by giant hamsters (and he's quite eager to confirm that for himself, because really?), Methos is actually enjoying his time in Taxon so far. Much of the reason for this has to do with the distinct lack of other Immortals. He's been all over Taxon twice now, walking its streets and riding its trains, and not once has that familiar buzz dodged his steps. After becoming so used to the sort of trouble Duncan MacLeod attracts like a magnet, he's positively giddy at the change of pace.

This doesn't mean everything is flowers and rainbows, though. If Methos is anything, he's paranoid, and it's let him keep his head this long, thank you very much. The woman who'd spoken to him when he'd first shown up had been decidedly unhelpful, but he'd been able to glean a thing or two about his situation by paying an almost obsessive attention to the conversations going on over the tablets.

So while he's not even close to being properly settled in, he has warmed somewhat to the idea of actually talking to people via tablet, since they all seem to be real people and not the empty-headed automatons running around everywhere. Thus, he makes his first broadcast to Taxon at large, asking a Very Important Question:]

So. Where can I find a nice place to sit down and have a beer?

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"I don't know. I'm sure you've got something that's your thing that you think about." Hermes pauses, frowns and then mentally reviews what he's said. Yes, that makes sense. "Are you a tinker, tailor, soldier or spy?"