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milliways_bar2006-11-30 10:30 pm
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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-"