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milliways_bar2007-05-12 06:01 pm
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When he wakes up, it's to find himself lying on a bed in a room he doesn't recognize-- but it's a matter of seconds at most for him to realize that he's in a hospital somewhere.
(gurney bloody hands let me out snarling faces out restraints let me out man with a broken arm let me out let me out out OUT)
No-- not a hospital. Even as every muscle tenses, Frank recognizes the difference-- this is an infirmary. A clinic, somewhere.
(trial drugs let me out screams and blood experiment gone wrong death)
Something's happened, and he's not sure what. He can't remember. Cautiously, Frank turns his head to one side. There are a few other people here, that he can see, and a man-- (nurse?) --with his back toward Frank, talking quietly with one of them.
Frank takes advantage of their distraction to slip from the bed and then out the infirmary door, at which point he realizes two things. First, he's at Milliways. Secondly, the sheer level of sound from the conversations taking place in the bar is for some reason nearly overwhelming.
He takes a steadying breath, and then moves carefully through the room to the lake door.
It's much quieter outside. Frank gives a sigh of relief and starts slowly for the shore.
[Not plotlocked, but any and all threads are automatically millitimed to well in advance of this one right here. Oh, and on that note? Warning for, uh, probable violence in that thread. Thanks!]
(gurney bloody hands let me out snarling faces out restraints let me out man with a broken arm let me out let me out out OUT)
No-- not a hospital. Even as every muscle tenses, Frank recognizes the difference-- this is an infirmary. A clinic, somewhere.
(trial drugs let me out screams and blood experiment gone wrong death)
Something's happened, and he's not sure what. He can't remember. Cautiously, Frank turns his head to one side. There are a few other people here, that he can see, and a man-- (nurse?) --with his back toward Frank, talking quietly with one of them.
Frank takes advantage of their distraction to slip from the bed and then out the infirmary door, at which point he realizes two things. First, he's at Milliways. Secondly, the sheer level of sound from the conversations taking place in the bar is for some reason nearly overwhelming.
He takes a steadying breath, and then moves carefully through the room to the lake door.
It's much quieter outside. Frank gives a sigh of relief and starts slowly for the shore.
[Not plotlocked, but any and all threads are automatically millitimed to well in advance of this one right here. Oh, and on that note? Warning for, uh, probable violence in that thread. Thanks!]
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He pauses, watching the young man-- braided hair aside, that's a masculine voice.
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He tilts his head and raises a hand in greeting. "Am I interfering with your view?" The grin that follows is genial.
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His voice is rough, gravel-filled-- and amused.
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(He hasn't stopped juggling, either.)
Then he lets out his breath. "Yeah, well. You'd be right."
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He smiles, a little.
"It'd make life awkward, I'd think, if you were."
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"Tough to fit inside anything but a hangar, though. Might make my job easier!" Stepping on the bad guys and claiming you just didn't see them to get you off. Excellent plan.
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"You must have quite a job."
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Duo pauses, and gives the other man a longer look.
"Well. You might, at the moment. Have a rough night?" It's a leading question, but innocent enough.
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That much he knows simply because of how he feels, not to mention his wounded hands, even if he can't remember anything about it.
"As for my job-- I do some consulting." A beat. "Frank Black, by the way."
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"Duo Maxwell. Being fifty feet tall and able to step on people would make my job easier 'cause I'm a Preventer."
Hey look, he's got ID tonight! Duo flips it out into view. "I'm guessing you don't mean like computers or interior decorating."
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"Not computers, no. Law enforcement."
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He tucks the card away.
"Mind if I ask what you get consulted about?"
You never know when second opinions might come in handy, even if they're from other universes.
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Something tightens in his face, lines deepening.
(tick)
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"But it's work someone's gotta do. And if you can, well. I'd buy you a drink for that."
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Frank studies him.
"International, you said. INTERPOL?"
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"Same idea," Duo says, nodding. "But I'm a good hundred years too late for INTERPOL. Preventers is actually the name, not just what we do. It's AC- that's After Colony 199 for me."
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Frank closes his eyes for a second, and then gives a small nod.
"I misunderstood before, then. Sorry."
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Ahhh, OZ and the Alliance. How Duo still hates you, despite that both have been defunct for years.
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He tosses one of the stones out into the water with more vehemence than strictly necessary.
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(this is who we are)
"Sounds difficult."
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He looks askance at Frank.
"You're looking a little green around the gills, man. Inside might be too noisy, but you wanna sit down or something?"
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(static camera man clawing out his eyes screaming)
"A headache. It'll pass."
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"What is it about law enforcement that turns mostly reasonable people into knuckleheads when it comes to their own health? I see it's not a phenomenon limited to my world. If you're on a mission, it's one thing if you complain about every splinter, but in a non-combat situation- ah, here we go."
He waves a packet of painkillers at Frank. "Sorry, I don't usually carry around glasses of water."
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"Thanks, but no. I don't even like to take aspirin, I'm afraid."
Frank's smiling, a little.
"I'll be fine. Really."
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