First EP

[idontcount]

Molly's not really paying attention to what's going on around her. She's reading her clipboard, humming a happy little tune and thinking about whether to have a custard cream with her tea. She's having a good day, as far as such things go. She's wearing a fairly clean white coat, which considering it's already after lunch is pretty good going. She steps into the Bar and takes a couple of steps before it registers. She stops humming and looks around her, and then behind her, where the door has swung shut.

Um.

She turns around and pulls the door open again. On the other side, the corridor down to the morgue stretches away. Right.

She turns around definitively, and pulls the door shut again. Which leaves her on this side of the door.

Right.

Um...

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[cottoncandypink]

There's a skinny, lanky dog under a table nearby. He was searching for crumbs, but when he sees the new person he stops to watch carefully. He wants to know what this person is going to do before he decides whether or not he should run away.

Are dogs allowed in morgues?

[idontcount]

Not... As a rule. Molly eyes the dog with a certain amount of suspicion in case it does something like talk or smoke a pipe.

This does not look like Narnia.

[cottoncandypink]

The dog does not do any of these things. Instead, he licks his chops like a perfectly normal dog.

Does this new person have any food?

[idontcount]

No, because only a fool eats when they spend most of their time up to their elbows in human digestive tracts.

Instead, she says,

"Hello doggie, do you have an owner around here some where?"

[just_cant_lose]

Oh.

Oh, God.

....this is beautiful.

Jim Moriarty, dressed in jeans and a very nice shirt, is very happy to discover that his few days of enforced solitude are not going to be boring after all. Quite the opposite. But really, what's the best way to play this?

And by 'play this', he absolutely means 'what's going to be most fun?'

He waits until she's looking the other way and saunters over, hands in his pockets. He tilts his head to watch her, like she's a particularly interesting lab rat. And when she turns back around, he grins, wide as a shark and just as sharp.

'Molly Hooper.'

For old times' sake, he uses his English accent. Because why not?

[idontcount]

Molly feels all the breath leave her body in a whoosh. She redoubles the grip on her board and tries to stand as tall and as arrogant as Sherlock while her brain screams to run, run now.

"Jim..." She manages, and then her mouth sort of decides that's enough. It's weird talking to someone you distinctly remember zipping into a body bag.

[just_cant_lose]

'Mm.'

Yes, indeed. Jim.

He looks her up and down. Isn't she just all impersonating Sherlock right now. How very attractive. He wanders closer to get a better look, casual as you like. But he drops the English accent, because Jim-from-IT was so boring.

'Did you donate my body to medical science? I'm sure they would have been grateful.'

This may be a rhetorical question. He stops in front of her, and looks into her eyes.

'What, no hug hello?'

[idontcount]

She knows she shouldn't back up, but if he touches her she isn't sure if she'd throw up or scream.

"I... Some men took it away. Took you away. They took you away."

She'd made sure of that. Hadn't she? What would Sherlock want to know?

"How did you do it? I checked, alive people have more skull."

[littlegreycells]

It doesn't take a detective to see that the young woman is confused. But there happens to be one here to help. Just not the one she knows.

"Bonsoir. Are you lost?"

[idontcount]

"I don't know." Molly realises how helpful this is as soon as she says it and winces.

"I mean, I know where I came from, but I don't know where this is. It should be my office."

[littlegreycells]

"Ah, yes. This is your first visit. Allow me to explain. This is the Milliways Bar. And...well...the rest, it is hard to describe." He pauses. "You see, it is magic."

[idontcount]

...Obviously. Molly holds her clipboard tight in front of her.

"Well, I... I don't know any magic. I'm just a pathologist." She looks down at her decidedly un-magical lab coat. "Does that mean I have to leave?"

[buh_bye]

An old man in a nice suit is sitting near the door enjoying this scene.

"Well hello Ms. Hooper," he says quietly.

[idontcount]

Molly jumps.

"H-hello."

She tries to remember where she might have seen him before.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite remember..."

[buh_bye]

"We have never met," he says with a slight smile, "However, you seem to work with my counterpart in your universe."

[idontcount]

"Oh, er..."

She wracks her brain for a moment.

"Doctor Todd? In oncology?"

[runningred]

Jay comes in from outside, shedding a dusting of snow as he shrugs of a motorcycle jacket and helmet.

He casts her a warm smile. "First time?"

[idontcount]

Molly smiles, relief with just a hint of panic.

"Yes, here, anyway." What are you saying?

"I mean, I've never been here before."

Oh good lord.

[runningred]

Jay gives her another warm smile, looking a little roguish as he pushes back a tumble of white forelock. "Then I get the pleasure of welcoming you."

He gestures to the bar and offers her a seat. "Easy part first - would you like a drink? Tea, coffee? Something stronger?"

[moonandstar]

A patron looks up from his drink at the new arrival.

"Not where you were expecting to end up?"

Garyn rather suspects that he might not be the best choice for a welcoming party., what with the whole grey skin, red eyes, clearly-not-human thing. Many people from Earth have a little trouble getting over that.

He's trying his best to look friendly. Honest.

[idontcount]

Molly's eyes widen but she holds her ground. Even for someone who had to clean up after Sherlock decided to test exactly what was meant by 'full to bursting', this is still pretty weird.

"Er, no, not really. It's supposed to be my office but... It's not."

[moonandstar]

"No, it isn't," Garyn says. "This is Milliways. It does that. You're on a different plane of reality now.

"Most people find that a little hard to take at first. Especially if they come from a world without magic."

[mightbeagoodone]

[ooc: !!!! It can wait if you're overloaded.]

"Hello, Molly,' says Sherlock absently on his way out.

At the door he stops. Turns around. Squints at her.

"Molly?"

[idontcount]

"Sherlock!"

She doesn't fling herself at him, because she's engaged and also because she's a bit worried he might laugh at her.

"Is this real?"

She's heard all about Baskerville. At length.

[mightbeagoodone]

"Given the shifting nature of reality and the various theories about quantum strings and multiverses, I would say this ... as real as anything else."

He does have some sympathy for her, though.

"You're not hallucinating."