First Enterance

[leave_it_to]

[OOM: With her father away on business, you have to leave it to Chance.]

Chance comes in, trench coat, gloves, and flashlight armed, ready to investigate a deserted crime scene. Instead, she finds a busy tavern.

Did she get the wrong crime scene? Was there more than one crime scene? Maybe this is the shaman's room. After all, she doesn't have much experience with hotel rooms rented to shamans. This could be the first thing they do once they've checked in, remodel.

Yeah, she doesn't believe it either. So more is afoot that she first thought, obviously. While gazing thoughtfully about the room she shuts off the flashlight. She is not going to need it.

Help the new girl out?

[OOC: I hate to post and run, but I wanted to get this up. Tagging will be slow until tomorrow.]

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[agent_fishstick]

"This isn't a crime scene, nor is it a shaman's room, but rather a bar at the end of the universe," says a pleasantly articulate voice in response to the girl's unspoken questions.

A very tall fish-man turns to her, holding a jar of greenish-hued rotten eggs and keeping one webbed hand over the opening to prevent the stench from overwhelming the room.

"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear your confusion."

[leave_it_to]

[OOC: Abe! ]

Lugosi's ghost! Chance mentally exclaims when she turns to see the speaker. Then she realizes, from the context of his(?) words that he is likely psychic since she's pretty sure she didn't speak outloud.

"Sorry, I got startled. And I think I'm in the wrong room." She smiles to show she's not afraid, which is true enough. If any feeling were dominate in her right now it'd be curious. "I'm Chance. Is this the Worthington Hotel?"

[agent_fishstick]

"I'm afraid not," he says with a tip of his head, curious himself. "It's called Milliways. Your door has just turned into a portal from your world to here, which is, as I said, quite literally at the end of the universe, as indicated by the Obsevation Window."

He points to said Window, where the colorful galactic explosions unfold in a constant loop. And then he quickly covers the jar again.

"My name is Abe Sapien. Pleased to meet you, Chance."

[leave_it_to]

"Well, it wasn't my door to be honest."

She looks over as he points and get lost in the display, but then the smell of the eggs brings her back.

"It that real? And how do I get back? My dad is a Falconer and he won't be pleased if I get kidnapped into some other dimension!" She doesn't really think Abe is trying to kidnap her, he seems much too nice, but it's best to be sure.

[agent_fishstick]

"Oh, it's real, all right," he assures her almost cheerfully.

"And you can most certainly return to your own world simply by going back through your door-- I mean, the door through which you entered. That is, if you can still see it. If you can't, then you've been Bound. Which...kind of sounds like kidnapping, doesn't it? Oh, dear. Well, no, really, it's a random glitch that happens. Fortunately, time stops on the other side of the door, so at least you won't have to worry about worrying your father."

A pause, and blink of his large, glassy eyes.

"Hes a Falconer?"

It sounds vaguely familiar.

[leave_it_to]

Chance nods.

"Lucas Falconer, of Devil's Echo, Maryland*." Her pride in her father and her family is clear in her voice. "He helps in other places from time to time, but Devil's Echo is our city."

[OOC: Canon doesn't give Devil's Echo's state so I picked Maryland.]

[agent_fishstick]

"Huh."

He blinks once, a rather reptilian flicker of transparent membrane over his glassy eyes.

"The name may have come up during my research of paranormal activity on the Eastern seaboard within the last two decades."

Because everybody needs a hobby, right?

[thewidewideworld]

There's a pretty blonde man by the fire, combing out his wet hair and singing to the firefish. He greets her with a smile. "Welcome."