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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: The parking garage]

From a dark alcove at the back of the bar, two dusty forms emerge unsteadily. Indiana Jones takes off his fedora and sets it back on Mike's head with a grin. "Bar, sweet bar!"

He takes a cursory look around and observes Bernard engaged in a deep discussion. The exhausted explorer resolves to deliver his disturbing report at a later time.

As they weave wearily through the tables and pull out stools at the bar, the strange attire of the human may be noted by some of the bar's more discerning patrons. Indy has nothing more than a leather bomber jacket covering his bare-chest, and upon his legs are what look like a pair of pastel colored tights. He's also wearing a clumpy pair of jack boots with bright orange pom poms dangling from the laces.

Ignoring any low-level laughter or bewildered stares, Indy orders. "Food... and lots of it."

Comments

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Well, here's another stare, from a few seats down the bar.

Svava staaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

So does Edielwiess, even.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks over as he tucks in to a hearty repast of steak and eggs. He nods to the Valkyrie and then frowns at the boggling calico. "Hey... needs must. You never seen a man in tights before?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Actually... no, I haven't. What happened to you, Indy??" She shakes her head, still blinking at his clothes.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Well, I confess they aren't my hose of choice. I think I'd prefer them in khaki. And... boy do they chafe." He smirks.

"I unwittingly had myself a little adventure, and Mikey here had to come rescue me."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"You never quite seemed like the type to wear tights, Indy. Or hose." A faintly puzzled raised brow. "A 'little adventure'? You are alright, I hope."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Fine. Just tired and hungry. Old right-hand Ron here got us lost... uh... somewhere quite close by. And we've kinda been wandering for the last two days without food."

He forks some eggs into his mouth.

"It's surprising what can happen if you wish for adventure hard enough."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Even I've heard of 'be careful of what you wish for'." She grins. "Where was this? Did you circle around the woods outside?"

A chuckle, and she sips her own drink. "At least every is safe and sound, yes?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Safe, yes. Sound... not until I get out of these damned leggings."

He muses over the other question, taking a deep draft of water while he thinks. "Not the woods. No. But close..."

He looks down at the floor pointedly.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I would say finish eating first, if its been two days since you've had anything." A bit bemused, but then there's a curious look down at the floor.

"Um... Under the bar, Indy?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Sort of. Yeah." He hesitates and glances over to Bernard. "I really oughta tell the boss man about it first... but... if you can keep it hush hush... and not freak out..."

He trails off and pets the approaching Eidelweiss.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I'm the sort to 'freak out', really." Looking at him curiously. Svava nods. "If its something important..."

Indy's hand does get the kitty sniff test, as Edielwiess checks out where he's been.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The sniff test does not reveal the stink of the garbage compactor thankfully, because the Loompas were kind enough the hose him down when they captured him. But there's definitely the smell of a man who hasn't showered in two days, and the over-powering aroma of delicious chocolate.

"Well... what happened down there... what we saw... it could create a bit of panic in some of the customers. I'm not sure Bernard is going to be overjoyed about it either. So, keep it to yourself I guess. Archie for instance... would possibly 'freak out' if he knew."

A warm smile to show he's just joking.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

A rueful, amused look at Indy. "It all depends on what exacty you found down there that might spook all the people here."

Edielwiess' whiskers twitch at the smell of chocolate and sweaty Harrison Ford Indiana Jones. Mark this day on the calender, the kitty hasn't ever encountered a scent like this before.

[blue_ajah]

*As she appears near the bar, seemingly out of the air itself, Moiraine glances at Indy.*

*The Aes Sedai blinks, but does not otherwise visibly react.*

Good evening, Indy. You seem to have adopted a new fashion.

*Utterly calm.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He looks up and finishes his mouthful, equally as calm and relaxed about the whole thing. Or so it would seem. "Hullo Moiraine."

He glances at his makeshift pants and offers a thin smile. "It's a long story. But a good one."

[blue_ajah]

Then I should be interested in hearing such a story, I think.

*She settles down on a barstool beside him and picks up the cup of tea that materializes with her quiet request to the bar.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He smiles and takes a gulp of water before he starts. Big deep breath. "Once upon a time..."

He grins wearily. "There was an explorer who sought adventure where there was none. He was saddened by the lack of excitement in his life. And then one day he woke up in a garbage compactor machine in a whole different world that exists beneath this very bar."

[blue_ajah]

*One eyebrow rises.*

Once I cautioned you to consider carefully what you asked in seeking excitement. It would seem your thirst for adventure brought you into ... unexpected places indeed.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"It certainly did."

He leans in conspiratorially. "The cleaning crew. Those little orange men with the green hair. They live down there. They have an entire colony. City even. Hundreds of 'em."

He shakes his head, still in disbelief as to how something like that could go unnoticed. "Did you know?"

[blue_ajah]

*A flicker of startlement shows clearly in the dark eyes.*

I was not aware, as it happens.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "I don't think they are what you would term 'evil' in any sense of the word. They seem to exist to serve the people of the bar. Clean and launder our clothes and the like. And they really like their candy. But they have a fully functional civilization down there. They've even got electric trains."

[blue_ajah]

Fascinating.

*She looks very thoughtful.*

This is clearly not widespread knowledge, I do not think. You said that you awoke in a garbage compactor?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Yes. It's a mechanical device that crushes all our waste. But thankfully, a guy here named Warren had made me some hi-tech gadgets that helped me escape."

"But the... uh... people of this world seemed to think I was a threat, and imprisoned me. In a cell made of candy no less. Covered me in chocolate so I couldnt escape."

He nudges Mike, who's scoffing down pizza like no-one's business. "You got the picture handy?"

Mike beams and hands over the polaroid of Indy encased in chocolate.

[blue_ajah]

*She takes the picture from Mike with a nod, and studies it for a long moment before passing it back.*

Clearly you are not a chocolate statue at present.

Do you know why they thought you a threat?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I suppose... because they don't want anyone to find out about their little world."

He wrinkles his nose. "But thanks to Mike and a little girl called Turtle, I'm here to tell the tale. I just..."

He glances over to Bernard again. "This is the kind of thing that's going to freak people out, not least Bernard when I report to him. So, it's probably best to remain discrete with our knowledge for the time being."