First Enterance: (-Don't Fear!-)

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

[In a Universe somewhere across the wide expanse of space, people are discovering that they posess extraordinary abilities. A cheerleader in Odessa Texas discovers she can't be killed by conventional means, an office drone in Japan discovers that he can bend space and time to his will, and in Los Angeles, an LAPD officer discovers he can hear the thoughts of others. This ability, Gets him into trouble. Confused? Why the hell is this puppet inna bar? Read This <-- In fact, I'm gonna have to insist upon you reading this.


"So just exactly who is this Sylar-"

The door opens and closes, revealing a tall heavyset male in a police uniform. The full deal. Shiny badge, a radio, utility belt, a modern Superhero.

Who is, as of now, very confused.

"...Agent Hanson?"

People with psychic radars or general otherworldly senses might just be going off five alarm right now, or at least staring.

Matt for his part is standing directly in front of the doorway blinking stupidly.

"Alright. This isn't cool. How come the federal government gets a bar in their office while the rest of us just get....actual offices?"

Matt removes his hands from his pockets, peering around, "...Agent Hanson? Hello?"


Welcome to Milliways Matt Parkman.

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Oh dear...

That's from the wolf lying curled up under one of the tables. He stands and pads over to Matt, looking up at him pointedly.

New?

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"-New to what?" City Hall? Not particularly, "This place wasn't here the last time I came to the Federal Building."

Matt blinks, then stares. It's happening again

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

What's happening? And no, it probably wasn't. Hmm.

The wolf plops down at the back and looks up at Matt.

How about we go to a table, I get you some coffee or tea or even ale or beer if it suits you... and I explain.

And no, you're not crazy.

And yes, I AM a wolf.

And yes, the wolf is TALKING to you.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

This is interesting. There's a wolf. It seems to be thinking-well no not thinking but speaking english.

It's offering him booze.

"....So..."

Matt gestures at his head, "...You can hear me thinking-and-I can hear you...and-You're not some sort of stress induced hallucination?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I promise I'm not. Nor is this place. Really. Now head on over to a table and I'll come back with-- what did you want then?

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim Kirk sees the latest arrival. He knows the clothing as some sort of police uniform, probably late 20th century.

"Good afternoon," he calls out. He wonders if this man is stuck.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"-Hello Sir-"

Holy-

Holy-

That's James Kirk.

Matt's eyes have gone bugeyed and his eyebrows have gone up, "-Holy shit. It's William Shatner!"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"I beg your pardon?" There may or may not have been a William Shatner in the history of Kirk's world. But Kirk would know him about as well as Matt Parkman knows the bit players at the Globe Theater.

"You look lost. Which is common, I think." He pauses. "Welcome to Milliways."

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Method actings cool. Matt can buy that.

Besides, If-

Naw.

That would make today a little too weird.

"...Yeah. Um-Milliways?" Matt does not do books, "....A bar in the middle of City Hall? Seems a little risky am I right?"

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey walks by with a skip in his step. He whistles a bit as he walks and hops deftly up onto a stool and speaks to bar, "Lady Bar, if you could please supply me with some cheese as per usual? You know my favorite." He smiles and laughs his trademark laugh as the plate appears before him. He notices the confused human and offers a friendly smile and a wave.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

....THAT'S MICKEY MOUSE

Whatever semblence of sanity Matt Parkman had has just gone out the window.

He might be staring.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey grabs the plate of cheese and hops off of the stool. He offers the plate to the policeman. "Care for some cheese?" He tugs a bit on Matt's hand a bit, "You might want to sit down before I start explaining things."

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

That's.

Mickey Mouse.

"...Okay."

Totally convinced he's dreaming, Matt sits. Does he express his childish love for Mickey mouse now or later?

[gone_byebye]

Ray, for his part, has a table near the door and a heap of Magnetix rods and spheres as high as his chin. He happens to glance up from the complicated little structure he's working on. "Oh, you're new," he says. "Hi there."

He's not currently trying to keep any defenses up or keep anything out of his head, so there's bound to be a few dozen surface thoughts running around loose for a telepath (even an inadvertent one) to snag. The mathematical ones are probably preferable to the ones with slime in them, although a few of the slime-related ones do mention the NYPD and Detective Chen.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"-I'm not NYPD, I'm FBI-LAPD." The guy's just plain confused now, "-Me? New?"

This dude looks vaguely familiar.

"...Kind of. What'd you guys do to City Hall?" He peers around, "...I mean, I knew the FBI sometimes got perks, I totally respect that, this is um..." A bit much?"

Those Math ones-Math makes Matt blink stupidly.

[gone_byebye]

Ray blinks a few times. "I didn't say anything about the- oh, okay, I think I can see what's going on. Heh. Sorry, no, you're not in Los Angeles any more. And this isn't FBI property, either."

As a matter of courtesy he takes a deep breath and does his best to organize his thoughts. Dr. Stantz, I hate to do this to you, but we've had another find. Ward's Island this time, and a couple of them were right up to the pilings on the bridges squeaks by in the voice of memory before Ray can impose anything like quiet.

"My name's Ray Stantz. I'm a paranormal investigator from New York City, and hoo, boy, have you ever put your foot in the paranormal. Welcome aboard."

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you Doctor Stantz-New York city?"

Somewhere, there's a small Asian man screaming "YATTAAAA" at the top of his lungs.

Matt does not know Ward island.

"....okay, I'm-offically lost now." Matt peers around, "...This is not Los Angeles. This is not the City Hall, and you're-not FBI."

This is giving the guy a headache.

"...Today, is turning into a very, very strange day."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April wanders by and pauses a few feet away from him, still frowning and flipping through her notebook.

If I kill off Martie this might work, but how am I going to do that without it looking gratuitous? Is her current thought.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt Jumps, hand on his gun as he whirls around, with a hand on his weapon, "...What?"

A wide-eyed cop with a hand on his...can of mace..is probably not a good thing.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April glances up, blinking, and smiles absently. "Hello."

Maybe a drunk driver? That could work, but it'd be a little campy, really...

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"...A drunk driver?" This is a bar, "Where? I mean, if somebody needs a designated driver, I'd be more then happy to volunteer."

It's part of the job.

"Hi. Sorry. I'm um-a little tense." Matt squirms, "...I'm...new."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk notices the man from across the room and nearly jumps out of his chair.

Leverett.

His eyes narrow, and he sneaks closer.

That bastard has the nerve to show his face here...

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

It's Leverett and he can hear thoughts!

Or maybe not. In any case, Matt starts-turning in Monk's direction, face very, very, very confused.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Crap.

Monk turns and pretends to be staring at a discarded newspaper.

Don't make eye contact don't make eye contact...

He glances up for a split second.

DAMNIT I SAID DON'T MAKE EYE CONTACT.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"-Okay sorry." Matt holds up a hand, "Jeez man. I won't make eye-contact."

Monk, feel free to note that Leverett is wearing a policeman's uniform! Gasp!