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.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny grins. "Nope really a waitrat" she nods it over leans down and whispers in it's ear and it comes back with two cokes.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

The young natives of La Push have many folk tales inherited by their tribe, some truer than others. Jacob's pretty certain that if there was a coke related fable it would involve not accepting glasses from strangers or rodents.

"Did I hit my head?" This is way too clear to be a dream.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny offers him the coke and shakes her head as she sips her own to prove it's good.

"I don't think so. Not while you've been here."

[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]

He takes the coke to be polite, fingers slipping lightly on the condensation of the glass.

"Before. I was going to work on my car..." He explains.

[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.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Now she understands.

"Did you walk though a door?"

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

He nods, un-willing to step further into this strange place or find a resting spot for his untouched coke.

"The Garage."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Okay, as if you couldn't tell this isn't your garage, It's a bar at the end of the universe" She moves a bit so he can sit at the booth behind her in case he looks like he might need to.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

"That makes more sense." Just a hint of sarcasm graces his voice, but he shrugs it off and before long there's a light smile on his lips. If this is some kind of practical joke or dream, he's just going to have to ride it out.

"So when do I wake up?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She shrugs. "When do you go to sleep and how tired are you?" She answers with a touch of sarcasm.

She nods to the Observation window. Why convince him with words when there are pictures.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

Well pictures can mean anything in a dream, right? Heck, maybe it's the spirit world. That's what he's thinking when his eyes widen, the ending of an entire Universe reflected in the blackness.

Something so beautiful and so broken can't be real.

"Nice view." It comes out a whisper.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're taking it better then most. And by the way I'm Ginny Weasley." She offers a hand.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

"Jacob Black." There's a second of hesitation before his hand wraps around hers, as brief a touch as possible. His eyes are still drawn to the view, swivelling his head to get a better look.

[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.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you. You can walk over to the window for a better view."

[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.

[hello-biceps.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I'll do that." He tips a glass to her and strolls to the window. His over-sized feet make him look clumsy, unsure in his own body, but he doesn't falter.

Even in La Push it's hard to find a sight this crazy.

[flail_victoria]

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

[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.

[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.