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[dwellsinthedetails]

(Two months ago, in Tokyo:

I want to be where I've never been before
I want to be there and then I'd understand

CWs this time out: Discussion of serial abuses of power, mention of attempted suicide. This should be How We Got Here, part two of three.)

[tiny tag: Yusuke Kitagawa]

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford wants to do two things today: he wants to see if his dog is smart enough to know how to swim, and he wants to try to even out this godawful farmer's tan he's managed to pick up somewhere. And the Caribbean inlet is the perfect place to do both.

So that's exactly where he is. He's got a blanket that will inevitably get messed up and covered in sand, a cooler full of beer, and portable stereo playing something loud. In between throwing a ball as far as he can into the water for his dog to go chase after, he's throwing stones in another direction to try to annoy the giant squid into coming up and making noise.

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[foolyoutwice]

Loki makes a graceful entrance. It's...graceful after the first stumbling step through the Door, anyway, which he walks off like a cat that's fallen off a windowsill. A) He meant to do that, and B) you didn't see anything, right? It takes him a second or two longer to recover from his momentary expression of Where the hell am I?

But right. It's Milliways. Perfect. He saunters to the Bar, where he finds a letter waiting for him:

From Loki of Asgard, to Loki of Milliways, Greetings.

Or if you're the less formal type: Hey Loki, it's Loki! <3 <3 <3

So, funny thing, I found myself in your multiversal bar while I was on my way to save Midgard from doom and misery (!), and....

The Bar offers him a drink without being asked, and he sips it while reading over his interdimensional mail.

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[alec_swamp]

When your afternoon includes John Constantine popping up out of the blue and declaring, "no time to explain, Eclipso is loose!" you know it's going to be a strange day. The pitched battle only lasted an hour, and ended with the triumph of good over evil as the sun vanished behind the moon. But such fights are never fun. And Alec naturally enters the Bar looking just a bit weary, and a little singed. But he does seem to be smiling at least.

He goes outside to sit in the setting sun and recharge himself, and wishes he could still drink something besides water.

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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim hadn't intended to find the bar today but okay, whatever. It's a break from Dublin's incessant rain. He dumps his bag at a booth, then goes to the bar to retrieve his lute and fife...and then the vihuela, because if Sherlock hasn't been in to take it yet, he might as well have a play on it. The instruments are produced, along with a pile of paper with a note stuck to the top.

Get started on this, would you? - JM

Jim scans the first couple of pages, then raises his eyebrow at Bar.

'Time travel. Really?'

Bar says nothing, so he scowls and starts scribbling a note back. It goes along the lines of, I'm not here to do your donkey work... but his heart's not in it, because, c'mon, how often is he going to get the chance to build a time machine?

He needs some food first, though. A bacon cheeseburger, a Coke, and some Haribo gummi bears. He carries them over to the booth with the instruments, and settles in for the evening. Music and science. Today is looking up.