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"Ooo!" Liamh grinned, feeling his insides untense as the man changed the subject. He turned slightly, allowing the other... shorter... guy more access to the table. Maybe he wouldn't have to entertain himself with it, he could use the distraction. "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes was awesome. But Chinese Ghost Story i haven't seen, is it good?" He raised his eyebrows.

He held a hand out toward the rack of pool sticks as he spoke, a sideline offer for the stranger to join if he felt like. Maybe he could use the distraction too.

"Heh, nice. I'll have to rent it some...." he froze, mentally kicking himself. He wasn't gonna rent anything again, was he? Not on THIS rock. Not unless.... he shook his head. "Heh. Sorry. I'll have to see if they've got it here." He hunched back over, lining up the shot to break, again. He pulled back, eyeing the angle, and gave it a knock, sending the balls clacking and crashing around the table.

None went in, unfortunately. Ah well. He was distracted. He stood back to let Gallen have a go. "Liamh," he said, poking himself in the chest with his thumb. "Liamh Doradan. Pleased to make your acquaintance, though i wish it were under better circumstances. And yeah, I'm kind of a B-horror and Sci-fi movie buff myself..." he nodded at Gallen. "Comic books too, though mostly a lot of small Indy labels and some of the new Ultimate series from Marvel. I'm still gonna be spiderman when i grow up, and proud of it."

He leaned his stick and his arm on the edge of the table, away from the danger zone of the felt. "Myths and legends? Er, i know a little bit, haven't studied it too intensely but you pick up a thing or two from pantheon.org and the media... What about you?"

Liamh nodded along, wincing at the cue-ball scratch. Least they hadn't sunk anything yet. He walked over and fished the ball out of the pocket, surveying the table for the best place to put it. "Eegh, good lord, i hadn't thought about that. I should be careful what i say..." He shuddered slightly at the mental image of himself with eight legs and mandibles.

He stuck the ball on the table and lined up for his next shot. "Sorry 'bout your sister..." he said, glancing at Gallen. "It sucks, it really does...."

He lined up a shot at a solid color ball, hoping to sink it in a side pocket. He took aim for several seconds, then changed his trajectory a little, and shot.

The ball ricocheted off the side, smacked into a striped ball, and they both went in separate pockets. He wrinkled his nose. "Well, you want stripes or solids, Gallen?"

He stepped back from the table, leaning on the stick. "Archaeologists, huh? That's cool. Did you grow up in China or anything?"

"For your sake, i hope you're right.... have you found her?" He glanced over as Gallen's shot went wide and bounced around.

"Monkey King, that's cool. I think i saw an anime about that once." Liamh watched the balls roll to a stop and moved to take another shot. "Unless that was the hindu Hanuman instead. Heh, what do i know.."

He lined up his shot and took it, but it bounced off the edge of the hole and smacked into a cluster of other balls, not sinking anything. "Yeah. Met two guys last night, Gaius and Marshall, if they're locals. You know them?" he glanced over at the college student.

"Eh, hitting 0 doesn't work?" Liamh wrinkled his nose and setting his stick down. "If she contacted you for something, maybe they don't want her saying anything else... dunno."

He picked up the chalk and set about putting another layer of blue powder on it while he watched. "Yeah, Marshall and Gaius are pretty awesome... they're in, uh... wait, i'll remember it... sixty-two and fifty something. Fifty-nine? I think. As for what...." he trailed off and shook his head. "I dunno. Marshall's got some kinda pointy black beak nose thing and freaky feet. Gaius has these long ears..." he gestured, pulling his hands away from his head. "I haven't seen much of anybody else yet. Didn't... uh... didn't want to run into too many people this morning. Just got up, anyway." He smirked.

Liamh arched an eyebrow, the chalk resting on the tip of his pool cue, forgotten. "Ah crap. Yeah, i'm PRETTY sure Marshall's in 59. Did you try seeing who was in there, if they said it was your sister? I mean, i could be wrong, but... "

He set down the cube of chalk and pulled up his sleeve to the elbow, inspecting the area he'd recieved his shot in. "Yeah. It's the vaccination, at least that's what i've heard. They get you with that." he shuddered slightly. Needles. And whatever murky gunk they'd put in him.... he shuddered a little more. "Ugh. I hate to think.. what they put in me..." he took a deep breath and let it out, pulling the sleeve down.

He glanced over at Gallen. "I really hope your sister's all right. If she ISN"T out here, then there's hope for her. I dunno how to contact 'em other than pushing zero on the intercom, but.... i hope you can get some answers."

Liamh shook his head. "I'm not into just sitting back and accepting fate, but I do believe that we gotta be careful.... they're holding all the cards right now." he sighed and leaned up against the table, looking over his shoulder at the other fellow.

"A dolphin boy, huh?" he raised the other eyebrow. "No idea what they're going to do to me. If i have any say about it, they won't get a chance, but I don't know a thing about what's going on. I'm a child of the information age, and i need me some information before i can do anything..." he sighed. "I just wish i could get an internet connection, but now i know why there's none out here. That's the LAST thing they'd want."