Entrance Post.

[agent99]

There is nothing particularly unordinary about the young woman who walks into the bar.

(Unless you consider an ankle holster, a set of throwing knives, and a few other deadly and injury-causing weapons strapped to her person out-of-the-ordinary.)

What feels strange to her, though, isn't all that. The weapons? They're just like a second skin - but not quite. Not really. This face of hers is the new part, and it's going to take some time before she can learn to recognize herself in the mirror.

Now, of course, the question becomes: where the hell is she?


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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim is at the bar, having a coffee and reviewing the duty roster. He notices the attractive woman and gives a friendly nod hello.

[agent99]

Friendly, she can do - and convincingly, too.

Now, if she can find out why she's standing in a bar instead of CONTROL headquarters, that would make it easier for everyone involved.

(She'd really hate to have to question.)

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Hello. I don't think I've seen you here before?" Yes, he's flirting. It's almost second nature. So much so that he doesn't even know he's doing it.

[agent99]

She takes her sunglasses off.

It helps with the illusion.

"Maybe that's because I've never been here before," she answers sweetly.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Hm. even more striking without the sunglasses. Hard not to notice.

"Ah. Then you don't know you're in Milliways?" He makes a concerned face. He hates having to explain the place.

[agent99]

Seems like there's more than one advantage for getting necessary plastic surgery after all.

(Besides the obvious security reasons, of course.)

"Milliways. That's what it's called?"

The name isn't ringing any bells.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"This will sound really strange...it still does to me and I've been coming here for over two years. We're not where you were. Anywhere near it. Anywhen near it.

"We're outside time. Or at the end of it. It's hard to explain." Pause. "No, it's probably impossible to explain."

[agent99]

"Outside time."

She's not going to bother to hide the skepticism. That's real enough.

She has just come back to work. Maybe this is some kind of field test CONTROL's putting her through. If it is, she thinks, she'll pass with flying colors. No problem.

"It sounds complicated," she admits, brushing her hair back over one shoulder.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"I think it is. The level of technology needed to create all this...the amount of energy needed to run it...it's beyond anything I've ever seen." And he's seen a lot. And refuses to believe in magic.

"This must sound insane. I apologize for that. But it's the truth."

[agent99]

That settles it. CONTROL is likely the only agency that would have the technology to pull something like this off.

"Maybe it doesn't sound that insane."

She smiles again, briefly.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"You've done time travel?" It's possible. Not likely, but not unheard of. After all, Jim's done it at least five times.

[agent99]

"Well, no."

Her brows knit together.

"Have you?"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Ummmm." He isn't shy about this here. But he bets she will thinks he's crazy. "Yes. More than once.

"And I suspect you don't believe me."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Hi new person!"

The sounds coming from the dog wagging his tail at her. From his collar, if we're being specific.

[agent99]

That's new.

"Um."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Hihihi! You can understand me!" It's a very new thing. It makes him excitable.

"I'm Damocles! Wanna play?"

[agent99]

The sound does appear to be coming from his collar, which she squints at to examine it further.

There is the possibility that someone miked the dog. It's the most logical possibility, at least.

"Right."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

It's an interesting collar. There is a little speaker on it and the light next to it glows red every time he says something.

"Is that a yes?" He tilts his head at her.

[agent99]

Someone could be playing a joke on her.

Not a smart idea.

"Do you belong to somebody, um, Damocles?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Belong?" The head tilts the other way. "I'm in Captain Ryan's pack?" Is that what she means?

[agent99]

"Captain Ryan. Okay. Is he here?"

Her gaze lifts from the dog's expectant face to the surrounding bar.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" Dam sits and lets out a howl. His collar translates this into "I'm over here!"

A split second later, a tall, muscular man is working his way towards them, not looking pleased at all.

"Uhoh."

[agent99]

She straightens up.

"I'm guessing he's yours."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Ryan says, still glaring at the dog. Dam plays a good little submissive and looks away, ears back.

The glare fades when the man looks up, but he still doesn't look particularly friendly. "I'm sorry he bothered you."

"Wasn't bothering her."

Quiet.

[agent99]

"Oh, no, it's fine," she promises, suddenly looking a bit sheepish.

"I just - it's not every day you meet a talking dog."

The words sound more and more ridiculous as they come out.