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So somewhere there's this island right?
And the island's rather notorious. It's like Skull Island and the Island from Doogal (That one movie..you know the one). It's got giant smokemonsters that apparently eat people without consciences, planecrashes, weird flora and fauna, and quite a few other little surprises.
Hell. All it's missing is an ape. Or maybe a dinosaur. Or hell, Sydney Bristow.
Juliet's never considered herself a part of the island's weirdness. Her story's long and complicated and she doesn't like to go in to it. Whatever Jack Shepard and the rest of them thought of her was just fine. There were things to be done, changes to be made, and goddamnit if she wasn't the one to make them-
Lost in thought, she pushes through the door whistling to herself. She's got a sandwich. Certain people are being far more cooperative.
"....Jack?"
This is not her destination. (Isn't that a bitch?) This is not the observation room. No glass window. No nothing.
It's...a bar.
A rather spacious bar filled with people. Not her people. People. Actual strangers. They're not the survivors either. These people look strange and wellfed and well...strange...
The Tray drops to the floor with a crash.
"...Tom..Ben..Danny-"
And the island's rather notorious. It's like Skull Island and the Island from Doogal (That one movie..you know the one). It's got giant smokemonsters that apparently eat people without consciences, planecrashes, weird flora and fauna, and quite a few other little surprises.
Hell. All it's missing is an ape. Or maybe a dinosaur. Or hell, Sydney Bristow.
Juliet's never considered herself a part of the island's weirdness. Her story's long and complicated and she doesn't like to go in to it. Whatever Jack Shepard and the rest of them thought of her was just fine. There were things to be done, changes to be made, and goddamnit if she wasn't the one to make them-
Lost in thought, she pushes through the door whistling to herself. She's got a sandwich. Certain people are being far more cooperative.
"....Jack?"
This is not her destination. (Isn't that a bitch?) This is not the observation room. No glass window. No nothing.
It's...a bar.
A rather spacious bar filled with people. Not her people. People. Actual strangers. They're not the survivors either. These people look strange and wellfed and well...strange...
The Tray drops to the floor with a crash.
"...Tom..Ben..Danny-"
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Blonde haired kid, leaning on a strange looking staff. He's not exaclty the best welcoming comittee, but, he's there.
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Be afraid blonde kid. This is the first person she's seen outside-
Aww hell.
Juliet's eyes blink a couple of times before she puts her hands on her hips, "...This isn't...What happened to the-"
She looks over her shoulder, "...What happened?"
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He shrugs.
"It leads to the end of the universe. It's kinda, different."
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".....You're not serious." The End of the Universe is craphole island of course. Not some bar, that at least to Juliet looks like something out of Cheers.
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And he points at the Window. It's kind of impressive.
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Yeah, that's enough to convince Juliet that she's not in Kansas anymore. And she's seen some pretty darn impressive things.
"...Oh my god-"
It's beautiful. It's tragic. It reminds her of how horrendous her situation is.
"....That can't be real."
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He shrugs.
"Believe it, or not, it doesn't make it less real."
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"....You live here? Own the place? Have a degree in Quantum physics?"
ah. There's her blistering retort!
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Chase thinks about it for a moment, then nods to his staff.
"All I have is a magic stick. Oh, and a raptor, but most people get jumpy around her."
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the hearts just might be me..but shhhh.]