Entrance Post

[gris_bug_man]

Thinking about Sara, Grissom hasn't noticed that he did not walk out of her apartment building. Gradually, the unfamiliar sights and sounds of his new environment permeate his mind.

He looks around, taking it in with an atypical expression of complete befuddlement.

"This is not Las Vegas," he finally says, needing to voice the thought.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

And Ace, from her comfy throne chair, spots another newcomer. Still not the Doctor. Drat. Still, a newcomer, who looks very confused, poor chap. She waves in a friendly sort of manner, in case he feels the need to ask for help.

[gris_bug_man]

A strange woman is waving at Grissom. Not entirely unusual in his experience, but given the circumstances, he is wary.

However, he needs information. And she doesn't look psychotic. So he makes his way over to her.

"Um, hello, miss. I appear to be lost."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Bwah ha ha, the acting lessons are paying off...

Ace blinks at the miss... it's been a rather long time since she's been called 'miss'. Usually, once they find out she's with the Doctor, it's 'hey you' or 'STOP!'. Very interesting.
"Welcome to Milliways, the bar at the end of the galaxy. I'm Ace, how'd'y do?" She offers Grissom her hand.

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom tries not to react to her statement, and cordially shakes her hand. "Gil Grissom. This is...the end of the universe?" He decides that sitting down would be a good idea.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"There's a chair right b'hind you." Ace notes sympathetically. This place is a shock to the system, after all. She waves a hand at the observation window. "Yup. End of the universe. All of them. In every meaning of 'end' that you can think of."

[gris_bug_man]

He sits down. "If this is the end of the universe...how are we not being destroyed?"

The shock is wearing off, and his scientific mind is now becoming engaged. "How is it possible for us to be here? How do we get here, for that matter?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace scrambles to catch up.
"Beats me chief, beats me chief, and I think some sort of inter-dimentional portals. In that order, if it helps." See Ace being helpful! Well no. She's just not so good on the how things work portion of life. She's more into the 'how things come apart during explosions' sort of thing.

[gris_bug_man]

He shakes his head. "The end of the universe. Th end of every universe. I would think myself delusional if I did not know better."

He looks back at Ace. "I was looking for a col--a friend of mine. I don't know if she would be here, she certainly has never mentioned this place."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks curious. This is to be expected. At all times.
"Yeah? I might know her, I'm rather stuck here, and so I try to meet the regulars."

[gris_bug_man]

He rubs a hand over his face. "She was unduly terminated from her position and I'm worried about her. Her name is Sara--Sara Sidle."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah! I know her, taller than me, dark hair, shouldn't have been fired?" She grins, it's not exactly a pleasant grin. "She made me promise not to do anything to this Ecklie of yours. Sounds like a right bastard."

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom feels very relieved. At least she is safe. "I'm glad she spoke about it with someone. She left us messages on our cell phones and took off. I was..worried."

"And I would also appreciate it if nothing happened to Ecklie. I would be forced to investigate it, and my judgement could be compromised." He smiles though. This Ace does seem like a nice character.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Bother. It'd just be a little explosion..." She doesn't look hopeful though. Oh well. She'll just have to wait for the next invasion of monsters from the realm of darkness. It's Milliways... she shouldn't have to wait too long.
"I think she's back in Vegas at this point. She had to get some things for a party a friend is holding tomorrow." She doesn't mention the party is being hosted by an archeologist adventurer and a giant turtle. She does know what mercy is, after all.

[gris_bug_man]

His face darkens at the mention of explosions. "All the same, I'd rather you not. We've had..experiences, with explosions."

Experiences indeed. He could still remember the sick sense of helplessness when he saw Greg's unmoving body, the fierce rage when he saw Sara's injuries.

"Then I must have missed her. I left a message. I hope she will at least call." He raises an eyebrow at the mention of a party. Sara normally avoids such things.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*And because it seems Tim and Ace have been tag teaming a lot of entrances lately, Tim smiles to the new guy.*

No, it most crtainly is not. But it comes close in terms of scale and entertainment. Welcome to Milliways.... officer?

*It's a guess, but he walks like a cop, looks like a cop, and pays attention like a cop. So theres a good chance he is.*

[gris_bug_man]

"So I have heard. And I am not an officer, just a crime scene investigator. Gil Grissom." He nods at the gentleman, still feeling rather lost.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim offers his hand to the gentleman.*

Ah, forgive me then. Sir Timothy Hunter at your service. I'm one of the bars handy security people.

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom shakes his hand cordially. "Good, then perhaps you can help me." He looks around with a perplexed expression. "How did I wind up here?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim snaps his fingers, and he is suddenly dressed in a vegas familiar white outfit. He snaps his fingers again, and he is a large white tiger. The tiger smiles at grissom.*

Magic.

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is intrigued by his demonstration, but dissatisfied with his answer. "Of course it was." He hopes the sarcasm in his voice isn't overly apparent. "And--this is the end of the universe?--how are we not being destroyed? Oh, wait, I'll guess again: magic."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim shifts back to normal, giving Grissom a gun shooting hand gesture.*

Got it in one. Actually, it's much more likely that the bringing people here and not beign destroyed are more a result of science so advanced it is indistinguishable from magic. So far, we have a lot of theories, but nothign concrete. And i doubt we will, unless someone actually manages to talk to the Landlord.

[gris_bug_man]

"Ah." Grissom nods slowly. "Will I be able to return to my world?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim shrugs.*

It's possible? Try the door.

[gris_bug_man]

"I see." Grissom nods again.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods.*

It's very touch and go.