Out of the rabbit hole

[lvpd_sidle]

*looks around--surprised to find she isn't in the field supply closet*

This . . isn't the Crime Lab.

*sees various patrons of various species wandering about*

Where in the hell am I?

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara smiles reassuringly. "Cole already told me about the rules--I won't use it. I just prefer to keep it near me for comfort's sake."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Faith nods and lifts her shirt, exposing a wicked six-inch curved hunting dagger strapped to the side. "I know the feeling."

She drops the shirt and holds out her hand. "Faith. Bar Security. Welcome to Milliways. Did Cole tell you all the rules or just the violence one?"

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara shakes Faith's hand. "Pleasure to meet you--Sara Sidle. CSI from Las Vegas. And ah, I think that's the only rule that's been covered so far. What else should I know?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith blinks. A lot. "CSI? The, uh, forensics? Like you work with the cops?"

More blinking, and then, "Well, there's no sex or nudity in the bar. 'Cause people live here, and we have kids and stuff. And no business either, so if, like, you working with the cops, if you saw somebody here that you arrested, you're not allowed to do anything about it. See, people get brought in here from different times, so whatever year it is for you, it may be a decade earlier for them and they may not have done what you arrested them for. And, uh, you're not allowed to tell people what you may know about their future, it might mess things up."

Beat.

"And whatever you do, when you meet Snow White...don't mention the dwarves."

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara nods, taking down notes. "Okay--got it. No mentioning of anything that could screw up someone's visit here, basically."

She raises an eyebrow. "Noted: no mention of the dwarves."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Right. And when I say Snow White, I mean it...there's a lot of people here from worlds you probably think are fictional. You said Vegas, so I'm guessing you've seen...some pretty bizarre stuff...but you ain't lived until you find out the cute guy you were flirting with used to be a Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle and Luke Skywalker is engaged to the Head Server."

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara smirks. "I used to think that you hadn't lived until you tripped over a guy who, after driving a truck load of chickens into a house, tripped over a bird and killed himself while wearing an Elvis costume.

This sounds pleasantly chaotic. I'll be as careful as I can."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith boggles, then starts laughing. "Humans, man...the shit they do never ceases to amaze me. It was a human - cop actually - who brought a gun in. NYPD, thought he was walking into a kiddie porn bust and didn't want to admit he was wrong. Think he still thinks I was on PCP 'cause he saw me crush his gun in my hand."

[lvpd_sidle]

"NYPD? Go figure--most of them are incapable of admitting mistakes. Though that's typical of most cops I've known."

Sara's head tilts curiously. "You're not human?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"We've got one around here, Zeke Stone...good guy. I'm teaching him piano and he's teaching me to dance."

Faith grins. "Uhm, sort of. Not entirely. I have a demon bound to me so I can hunt other ones...in my world there's a lot of 'em and it's my job to fight 'em off. Since I was 16."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Oh, I see." Sara grins. "I guess I shouldn't complain too much about my job. I've never had to fight a demon, and it doesn't sound like much fun."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It's not just a job, it's kind of a Calling. Slayers, that's what I am, we get picked for the gig by the higher powers in our world. I was fifteen when I started...I'm gonna be 22 in April, and no Slayer has ever lived to 25 that we've got a record of...my friend B, she's here, she's a Slayer too, she's older'n me but she's died a couple times, so technically...anyway, Slayers get Called young and die fast, usually. It's no easy gig."