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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[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.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace raises an eyebrow back.
"Bad experiences with bombers then? It's a pity people can't be more responsible about their explosives." She tsks. This from a girl who believes most anything can be fixed with a good explosion.
"And I don't think she's been home since she got fired. It was rather a shock. Even if she did know he was a world-class git." If Ecklie ever comes in here, he'd better be careful around this particular pyro.

[gris_bug_man]

"Not a bomber. A lab accident. Some flamable liquids were left too close to an active fume hood. We were lucky no one was killed." And Catherine had been lucky she hadn't been fired.

He sighs. "He is a--world class git, you said?--and is very much in love with kissing political ass and making himself look good. He fired her to hurt me, more than to attack her, if that is any consolation. Which I know it truly isn't all the same." Wow. Grissom has opened up more to Ace in the past five minutes than he has to Sara in the past five years. He feels faintly ashamed.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is good at getting under defences like that. It's part of the charm. She whistles at the description of the lab accident.
"Yeah, I did that once. When I was first getting into explosives. I was lucky only part of the chemistry building fell down." She looks slightly guilty at that, but moves on quickly.
"All the same? He comes in here, and I'm going to take great pleasure in getting him into as many sticky situations as possible. The possibilities are nearly endless, here."

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom winces sympathetically.

"I don't know if he ever will. I'm not certain how I would up here myself." He shrugs slightly. "Are there any rules I should know about the place?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes, I suppose I should give you the run-down. Much easier to be told than finding out yourself and all that." Ace stops to think for a moment, then launches into the semi-official and Ace-modified spiel.
"No business in the bar, no naked in the bar, no violence in the bar. Death drinks here, don't make her work on her time off. Be nice to the babies, don't ask Snow White about the dwarves, and if it wears black, it can probably kill you with a thought." She pauses. "Oh. And the Oompa Loompas are real, not a hallucination."

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom nods during her narrative, managing not to gape like a fish at the mention of Death, Snow White, and the Oompa Loompas. Just barely though.

A thought occurs. "What exactly do you mean by 'business'?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Well... if someone from your world shows up, and they are someone you'd rather kill, or beat up, or generally harass, then you have to leave them alone. It goes both ways. Oh, and if you want to do whatever it is you do outside of here, in here? Clear it with the head barman first." Ace explains.

[gris_bug_man]

"I see." He nods slowly.

Something is scurrying around his feet. He looks down and sees rats. "Is this normal?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yeah, they're the waitrats. There's a lot of people here, and not so many servers... so the rats were kinda conscripted. They're quite hygenic, don't worry." She offers, in her best reassuring tone.

[gris_bug_man]

He chuckles at that. "I suppose when comparing being at the end of the universe to having rats as waiters, it does not seem so strange."

"I hope the bar can accept my world's currency."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace snickers.
"If it can handle the sort of currency I've been throwing at it, I'm sure it can take US dollars. Even if you lot have really boring looking money." Honestly. Even English pounds look more interesting.

[gris_bug_man]

He smirks. "I'm not responsible for the design, and I would seriously wonder about the state of the government if it devoted time to sprucing up our money."

He sighs and looks at one of the rats. "May I have a glass of water?" The rat scampers off.

He gives Ace a slight smile. "So what is your story?" If he's going to be here, he might as well get to know the people of the joint.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor Grissom. And he was just beginning to feel normal too...

"Oh, I travelled about with a Time Lord, they're from Gallifrey, and generally saved the universe a lot. And blew things up. Did both when I could. It was great fun." She beams happily.

[gris_bug_man]

He's glad the water arrived after her narrative. Spittakes are most undignified.

"I see. Well, my life is rather boring by comparison. Forensic entomologist." He shrugs.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks puzzled. Most things outside her limited realm of explosives and big nasties tends to confuse her a bit.
"What's that?"

[gris_bug_man]

"Entomology is the study of insects. I use that in the field of forensics to establish timelines for when a person was killed. Sara and I work-worked, for the same lab." Worked. He hated the fact that it was now in the past-tense.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Wicked cool." Ace grins. "Coulda used one of your lot on some of the messes I got in with the Doctor. It's rather strange when you've think you've got a recently dead body, only to find out it's been dead for centuries and is returning to take over the world or sommat."

No, Ace doesn't do normal, why?

[gris_bug_man]

He blinks. "We didn't have problems of that sort--just determining motive and cause of death can be a trial for us."

Eh, Grissom races cockroaches for fun. He doesn't do normal either.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Well... usually we don't ever really know by looking at the body. It's the bloke trying to take over the world that usually clues us in." Ace looks a bit sheepish. "Easy that way, y'know?"

[gris_bug_man]

He laughs. "I suppose it would be."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Not very scientific though. More of a process of elimination type thing." She muses, cheerfully.

[gris_bug_man]

"There is something to be said for both methods," Grissom replies. "And your method obviously must work well. I like to think that ours works as well, though we cannot solve every crime."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Ah well. It'll catch up to them in the end. Just ask Death, she'll tell you." Ace likes Death. She's a nice person to talk to.

[gris_bug_man]

He chuckles slightly. "If I should meet her, I certainly will. I do have--questions."