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milliways_bar2006-02-21 09:56 pm
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Entrance post
Noah walks in to the bar. He thought he was walking in to the coat closet in his office. When he opens the door then walks in to this place so many auras and messages his spidey sense really going off the wall he falls back leaning against the wall.
He couldn’t believe his eyes he’s seen a lot of different things. That would freak most out but this was about to unnerve him… He looks around rubbing his head.
“Miranda?”
he speaks softly
[OOC: Noah can read minds let me know soon if you don’t want him to know what your thinking.. and how much he could know about you]
He couldn’t believe his eyes he’s seen a lot of different things. That would freak most out but this was about to unnerve him… He looks around rubbing his head.
“Miranda?”
he speaks softly
[OOC: Noah can read minds let me know soon if you don’t want him to know what your thinking.. and how much he could know about you]
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A tall redheaded woman with a brighter aura than most is leaning around an office doorway, picking up on a vibe of 'new arrival' just as strongly as she's picking up on a vibe of something else.
Like calls to like, after all, and Dr. Jean Grey being intrigued by another psionicist is hardly unsurprising. On the mental plane, a wordless greeting flickers, curious but unintrusive.
"You've just stepped into a dimensional nexus that likes to call itself the Bar at the End of the Universe. You may want to get yourself a drink." she cautions.
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"I see.. this place has alot of Vibe and is hard to read"
He felt the wordless greetings, then doesn't try to probe her.. yet
"How did I get here? I wasn't in another dimension. I was in my Office"
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"Come on," she gestures towards Bar, thoughts of a rum cocktail featuring fruit on little sticks passing lazily across the unguarded parts of her mind. "And your office is a part of your dimension. The door you just came through functions as a dimensional portal. It leaps through the dimensions, invisible, intangible, and if you happen to step, fall, or otherwise move through it, you end up here... can you see the door?" she wonders, the odd question rather oddly serious in its delivery.
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"I'm Noah Bishop. FBI Special Crimes Unit. And how did this get here.. and Why does it matter that I can't see the door?"
This is were he would panic and show it if he wasn't Ubber cool FBI man.
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"First off, it's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Bishop," she greets. "Second, it appeared because the Bar is sentient -- you'll probably sense it, if you pay attention -- and can also materialize certain amounts of objects. She's capricious, though, and won't give out anything that she thinks will harm you. And it matters if you can't see the door, because that means you're 'Bound', which is local parlance for being unable to return to your own dimension. I'm Bound too, to be honest."
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"I'm Bound? What do you mean I can not go home? How Will I tell Miranda.. My wife She'll worry when I'm not there on time..Will my Cell phone work here?"
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"But, from what I've heard, time generally freezes or passes very slowly out in your own dimension if you're Bound here. If you follow the general trend, when you're un-Bound you'll find that no time has passed, or perhaps a couple of hours... and I don't think your cell will work here, unless your plan's got inter-dimensional coverge."
It's Milliways. This is not wholly impossible.
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"Wow I'm stuck in a Bar where time moves but it doesnt move in my side, I can't go home. And there are other people stuck here with thier loved oneds stuck on the other side as well?"
he asked hopping he's grasped it
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"On the other hand, not everyone here is stuck. So, if you make friends, you might get a chance to visit other dimensions while you're waiting for your number to come up. And there are rooms available upstairs for those of use who are stuck here. There are also a few rules governing behavior..."
Attempting to break the entrance spiel down into bite-sized portions, Jean makes further inroads on her cocktail.
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" Ok.. that sounds good but please don't use the phrase when my numbers up sounds too much like a perment Check out if you understand"
he offers a smile he does have a since of humor
"And I'll need to talk to some one about booking a room.. and Some Rules, I guess i Can't really break the rules"
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She polishes off the pineapple slice in a couple of neat bites, and clears her throat before continuing.
"First off, no violence in the bar. That includes outdoor areas attached to it. Second, no sex in the bar. But, since you're a married man with your wife away, I'm sure that won't be a problem. Third, don't do business in the bar. There are some unwritten rules, but they're along the lines of who not to piss off."
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"ok my Business what do you mean?"
he looks down at his badge and Gun on his belt wondering if just being offical is Business
"Ok who do I not piss off.. because I don't want Violence"
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"Stay out of the woods on a full moon, there's a pack of werewolves living there. And in general, don't pick fights with anything that has fangs and a short temper. I'm on the Security team here, so if you end up in trouble, I'll probably be helping to pull you out."
"And as for No Business, it mostly means leave any grudges at the door, and don't be making any drug deals, arms deals, or planning to assassinate anyone."
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no way did this perfectly logical looking woman say that.
"I think maybe i should swich to water then.. And I don't think i'll be doing any of the no no's of Business i would be one trying to stop those seeing how I kind of signed of for that kind of thing"
he's tweeked out at this all and that's saying something
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"Infinite dimensions, infinit possible realities. Some have werewolves. But really, -our- realities have psionic powers in them. That's high fantasy for some of the people here. Which reminds me... you may come across people from worlds that are fictional to you, but real for them. Don't poke their bubble. But I think that's about it, since I've mentioned the sentient bar and all."
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he nods
"ok so when you say Fictional.. do you mean like tv or books or Movies?"
he asks slowly leaning his head to the side then runs his hand over his hair and rubs his scar slowly
"This is alot to take in.. a Wholelot even for some one like ourselfs that's used to the out of ordanary"
he takes a deep breath
"A whole lot"
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"The human mind is one of the more resilient structures I've ever seen. Give it a couple weeks, and the more mundane levels of odd will seem perfectly natural. Also, the lake and the stables are good and quiet," she suggests.
"When I have to get some time to meditate and reset my shields, I'll go there often enough. Fewer minds."
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"Thank you for the advice it's really helpful.. how long have you been here stressing your Shields? because as we both know that too much shields and stress can fry the brain"
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The question about stress causes a lifted eyebrow and a cock of her head. "I think telepathy may have some subtle differences between your world and mine. For me, shields are just a daily part of life. When I manifested my abilities as a little girl, I couldn't block anything out at all. Nearly drove me insane... but it does get a little wearing," she admits.
"It's also hard being away from my mentor, and that sort of low-level telepathic community that comes from being with other psionicists."
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He is one Cryptic talking dude
"so you had some one to help you with your powers?"
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"Most powerful mind in the world... so it's a mercy he's also probably the most ethical man I've ever met... how about you?"
In other words: trade ya.
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