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Peter's a little distracted when he first walks into the Bar.

That being said, we can hardly blame him for not recognizing that he is not in his father's lab at first. Given the variety of chemicals, compounds, artificially-flavored breakfast cereals and bovine companions that tend to frequent the place, a Bar at the end of the universe doesn't sound all that insane.

And yet he still comes to a stop once he lifts his head up, pulling his hands out of the pockets of his coat.

(It's May in Boston.)

"What in the world - ?"

He glances in both directions: back, forward, and then back again. The door he'd walked through is gone and he's standing in the middle of the room. There's only a handful of ways to cross over to the Other Side - that he knows of, anyway - but this has got to be a first.

"What the hell is going on here?" he mutters (quietly, but loud enough to be overheard).

[ tiny tag: peter bishop, lincoln lee ]

[Enter Peter Bishop, of Fringe. This guy comes from a somewhat nebulous season two canon point, but the mun is familiar with canon up until and including season three. Open for tags until this reads otherwise.]

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Lincoln raises his head from what looks to be the makings of a report.

Ah, paperwork: the least glamorous part of being an FBI agent.

(And this case had been tricky with a side order of 'well, if this doesn't initiate me into the Fringe team, I don't know what will'.

But he made it out alive, and that's the important part.)

He peers at the newcomer and offers him a sympathetic nod of acknowledgment. It wasn't that long ago when he had a similar reaction.

"First time, huh?"

"First time, I guess," Peter answers, and at this point, he can't decide whether he's grateful that someone he had almost considered dubbing a hallucination is talking to him.

If it wasn't for the fact that he's supposed to be walking into Walter's lab right now - this guy almost looks FBI.

He's learned to spot them over the last few months.

From where she's seated ~~thanks to the magic of Millitime~~, Olivia swiftly lifts her head. In almost the same movement, she gathers her own packet of papers and rises from her chair.

The smile that blooms on her face is completely involuntary.

"Peter," she says as she walks to meet him. "Hey. You found it."

"Olivia."

There's an instantaneous relief at seeing a familiar face in the midst of everything that screams of the unfamiliar; he moves toward her in kind, a small smile turning up the edges of his mouth.

"I found - oh. It? Milliways? You mean this is - ?"

"This is Milliways," she confirms. Her own smile briefly grows into a grin. "Walter's going to have a fit that you found a door before he did."

Poor Walter.

"Yeah, I can already picture the devastation," he adds off-handedly, still glancing around the place.

Walter had been the most visibly excited about Milliways and was still the most likely to bring it up in conversation at random opportunities.

"What are you working on?" he asks, turning back to her.

Olivia sighs, some of the good mood draining from her. "Final report on James Heath," she says, untucking the folder to hold it up in demonstration. "I should be done in a couple hours."

If nothing else, she'll force herself to be done in that span. No matter how close to home the case may have hit, she can't waste time dwelling on the personal particulars.