Entrance Post

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

The door opens, a simple, muted creak in the bustle of Milliways. It opens and through it steps a boy. He's no more than fifteen, though you could be fooled by his height, his slenderness, or even the sharp confusion in his dark eyes. He wasn't expecting this. After all, who walks into their garage and expects to cross the line from sanity to the other side? That, or he's dreaming. Those are the only two explanations he's willing to consider. It's the Res, but even there it's unlikely to find a Bar where there wasn't one before.

Jacob Black's hand tightens around the wrench he's holding, white knuckles on tanned skin.

"Okay." Now is the time to take a deep breath and not panic. If it's a dream...then...  "That's a big rat."

[OOC: Open for slowtime until people who want to tag have tagged, will be on and off for a few days. Forgive any crap or rustiness!]

[Tinytag: Jacob Black]

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny looks over her wand at the ready.

"Rat?" No she's not thinking the waitrats.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. A big one." He raises his eyebrows in direction of the Waitrat, wondering where in the hell his subconscious picked that up. They say that dreams are made up of bits and pieces you've seen around or been thinking about.

Red-haired girls pointing sticks of wood around. Giant rats. A surplus of alcohol. Maybe he's been spending too much time working on the Rabbit.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She smiles then and puts her wand down. "That's just a Waitrat."

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

The corners of his mouth twitch upwards, almost a smile.

"Just a Waitrat." He tucks the wrench into his pocket, leaving a heavy weight against his leg. "Just a giant rat in my garage that's actually a bar now." He can't help but laugh at her nonchalant reply.

[flail_victoria]

"They could be worse," said a young lady in a yellow Hellsing uniform, "At least they don't usually drop body parts in the food."

The pale girl had a large rifle slung over her shoulder, and her grin was a bit more sharp toothed than was humanly possible.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

His fingers loosen on the wrench and then tighten again when he catches sight of her weapon. He hasn't been to many food places where they drop body pieces in the cuisine.

"Rats serving food seems kind of unhygienic." He admits nervously.

[flail_victoria]

"Don't worry they are pretty clean," she said moving to the door, " Are you new?"

[noscaredkid.livejournal.com]

It isn't long until he's being watched. Maybe it's the confusion (familiar), or maybe it's how young he is (amusing), but something makes Jack lower the bottle from her lips and focus her attention on the kid at the door instead. She eyes him up and down, then orders another drink before speaking.

"Don't worry," she says with a smirk. "I won't let him hurt you."

Experience tells her not to expect much fun out a little boy like him, but the alcohol in her suggests that even toying with him might be worth a laugh or two. Only time will tell.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

His eyes flick to her, fast, worried and before even a second is up he's taken the measure of her. She's hard like flint and he's not one to show any fear. Only reality can hurt.

"He's just a rat." And none of this was real.

[noscaredkid.livejournal.com]

"You'd be surprised what a big enough rat can do. Especially to a defenseless little pup like yourself."

Jack's drink arrives a moment later (the service is excellent tonight) and she downs a few mouthfuls of the neon-blue liquid before kicking out the chair across from her.

"Take a seat, kid. I'm guessing from your knocking knees that you haven't ever been here before." As if Jack reacted any better upon her arrival.

[death_gone_mad]

There is a red haired woman at the far end of the bar with similarly tanned skin. Tanned skin and red hair don't usually come together naturally, and to add to the weirdness, her hair is extremely short.

Ok, one more odd thing. That window she is sitting under shows the end of the universe. But don't worry, she'll try to keep you from looking at it.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Not much bigger than they get at home, though.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

Most of the Quileute girls have long dark hair, similar to his, but he's seen plenty of rebellious teens take a dye to it. He turns to respond to the speaker and is left breathless.

It doesn't look like a movie effect. It feels real, the way his heart stirs with longing and the painful pang of loneliness; he barely even sees the woman.

[death_gone_mad]

She is puzzled by the reaction, until she figures where his gaze is directed.

Oops.

She secretly hopes that he is stunned for the same reason she was when she first saw it, or rather felt it. But such a hope rarely turns into reality.

The universe is about to end when the events in the window restart. It is that minor detail that disturbs her about it. Not that the universe is ending, but that it stops.

And restarts. Endlessly.

She has seen other newbies come into the bar and get a standard greeting; a greeting she missed out on when she first came in. But she knows about the first drink free policy.

"Need a drink?"

[themidnightson]

Edward is actually off to a side, in a booth, with leather bound book open that he had been writing a new piece of piano composition in. Past tense. He's presently not quite obviously studying Jacob Black from a distance. It's convenient that he doesn't have to look at the boy to do so.



He hasn't forgotten the warning Billy Black passed through him to Bella, anymore than he or Carlisle can forget that ignorance does not pass as innocence where it comes to politics. But there is a faintly more pressing, if complicating, subject twisted into his thoughts on the subject --

That Bella actually considers him a friend.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

Another insurmountable difference between them. The piano is for rich white kids who've never heard the beauty of a wind flute around the fire; who have time for creativity instead of real work.

His dark eyes are following the path of the rat, then caught by a patron who doesn't look quite human, then trapped on the window where the Universe ends. His fingers are still wrapped around the tool and there is nothing here to convince them to loosen up. Jacob can feel the back of his neck prickling with worry.

[themidnightson]

That would be more pressing a difference if Edward had never heard a wind flute. Or maybe if he were anything even remotely resembling a child. But somethings have to stay as their assumptions have lain for the last two years.




After some time, and the boy has had some interactions with other patrons, rules and shocks and drinks mostly out of the way, Edward actually glances toward that direction. As Jacob, and whether he should avoid the effort for Carlisle or make the effort for Bella, is far too distracting to even pretend he's going to be able to write.

[newgoldenage.livejournal.com]

"Place is lousy with 'em."

That comes from the tall, blond nineteen year old sitting in a nearby booth with a cup of hot chocolate. He looks a little rueful - he'll never get to like taking food from rodents - but it's overshadowed by amusement as he smiles at the other boy.

"Not what you were expecting, right? Whoever's in charge here seems to have a fondness for pulling that."

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

"It's the biggest one I've ever seen." Jacob admits with a crooked smile. If none of this was real, then his brain was a more complicated place than he'd given it credit for.

"I'm figuring I finally fell over my own two feet and bashed my head in." It's not hard to believe, both his hands and feet seem to big for the rest of his body, waiting for the growth to catch up.

[newgoldenage.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I thought this was all a dream when I first stumbled in," says Luke, lying with ease. He'd thought of vengeful gods first.

"Of course, if this were a dream, you'd wake up sooner or later." He frowns, and nods behind Jacob. "Just out of curiosity - can you still see the door you came in through?"

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Bella's sitting at a nearby booth, reading The Notebook this time (yep, still working through last-years bestsellers rather than anything actually brain-taxing) and drinking raspberry lemonade.

She looks up when she hears a familiar voice and stifles a giggle when she sees the situation.

"Put the wrench down and nobody gets hurt."

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

A sarcastic comeback is halfway to his lips when he turns to the sound of the voice and his heart skips a beat, pausing the transition of the words he'd meant to say.

"Bella." Like a prayer on his lips - how does it make sense that she of all people would be here in his dream?

"Bella!" A happier note this time as he sprints the short distant towards her on overlong ungraceful legs. It's not an easy maneuver to wrap your arms around someone who's sitting, but that's exactly what Jacob does, the hard line of the wrench still in his hand.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Jacob," Bella laughs and hugs him back as gracefully as she can (which isn't very!)

"Guess you finally got a door here. It wasn't in my kitchen, was it?"

That had stopped happening mostly, but she didn't put it past Bar to kidnap her guests.

[ofthefamily]

Jacob Black, once spotted, is now number one on Carlisle's "Last Person Carlisle Felt Like Seeing In Milliways" list.

But he's here. From Forks. And Important, in ways he has no clue about.

"Good afternoon, Jacob."

So he can be cordial.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

If it helps, Carlisle is second on Jacob's 'people you never want to see in your dreams' list. Bet you can't guess who's first.

"Dr. Cullen..." The younger boy's jaw tightens noticeably. He's never been given any reason to believe his tribe's superstitions about the good doctor, but then he's never been given any reason not to - his dad doesn't usually spread hatred without cause.

[ofthefamily]

"Is this your first time in Milliways?"

Very strategic, this one.