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Enter Alyx Vance.

She's looking very subdued at the moment, and has a moderately-sized stack of papers under one arm.

"Bar? I need a map of North American rail lines in my world, circa 2001. The biggest one you can get me."

She takes the folded paper that materializes and heads for the biggest table in the Bar. Vance Prime has work to do.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

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"Sure thing." Alyx thumbs through the stack of papers on the table next to her. "So how long were we gone this time? It's been like twelve hours back home..."

Edited 2009-12-15 18:43 (UTC)

"Not as long as last time," Annabelle says with a grin. "I last saw you about three weeks ago."

Alyx shakes her head. "Why does it always do that? It's getting annoying."

"Don't look at me," Annabelle says dryly. "I was out sick the day they were passing out the secrets of the multiverse," she jokes.

"Either your world is weird in a different way than most, or somebody's yanking your chain." Someone like the Thing in a Suit or the Landlord.

"Well, I'm not gonna argue that my world isn't weird," says Alyx. "I would hope there aren't too many other Earths that have gone through two alien invasions in a row."

"Me too," Annabelle says with a fervent nod. ~~If only she had any idea of what was in store for her own home universe, which gets multiple alien problems at the same time.~~

"Your world seems to have gotten a really short straw."

"Tell me about it," sighs Alyx. "So did I miss anything interesting while I was gone?"

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"I'd be preaching to the choir," Annabelle says with a shake of her head. "I don't think you've missed anything terribly interesting, it's been rather quiet, for a change.

"I guess that's a good thing," says Alyx. "Unless they're saving up the crazy for Christmas eve or something..."

Annabelle grimaces, "They'd better not. Halloween was bad enough, thank you."

"I dunno, at least this year my boobs stayed the same size..."

"That's something, at least," Annabelle says with a wry grin. "Having your anatomy changed like that can't have been comfortable."

"No shit. My back was sore for a week after that."

Annabelle can't help but cough a bit in an attempt to keep from laughing. "I can imagine. I can't fathom how anyone would function with that much weight hanging off of them like that."

"I'm not sure she did," says Alyx. "I tried playing that video game last year and I kept dying."

"So that was where your costume came from," Annabelle says, surprised. "I'd wondered if there was some poor woman out there with that kind of build."

"Nope. She was a video game character. One who was supposed to be an archaeologist."

Dubious Alyx is dubious.

Annabelle's expression is equally dubious.

"I never would have guessed that," she says with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeahhh. In the game, she wasn't digging for artifacts so much as doing backflips and shooting things," says Alyx. "Or trying to. Like I said, I kept dying a lot."

"That sounds a bit like what I used to do, other than the dying," Annabelle says with a shake of her head. "But I never called myself an archaeologist."

Alyx opens her mouth to say something, then shuts it again.

Annabelle tilts her head and peers at Alyx in curiosity. Maybe Alyx will elaborate?

Alyx shakes her head. "I was about to say something really insensitive, and caught myself before it came out. Forget it."

"I can do that," Annabelle says with a smile. "Are the new folks settling in okay back home?

"They're doing okay--oh," says Alyx with a grin. "Incidentally, Gordon and I had an... interesting encounter with a couple of the civilian evacuees..."