Entrance Post

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Danielle Rousseau was gathering plantains in the jungle, a half-mile from her hidden, underground hideout when she heard the whispers. Immediately aiming her rifle, she stopped and turned slowly, almost certain that the voices were coming from behind her. That is, if there were really any whispers at all.

When she turned to raise the rifle in her defense, however, she found herself staring at a door. Having been alone on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with its fair share of oddness for the past sixteen years, this shouldn't surprise her but it does. After a moment of staring, Danielle makes a decision.

Doors must be opened.

She enters into Milliways bar with her finger on the trigger.

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Biff holds out a box which has appeared on top of Bar, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Pizza?"

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Danielle raises the gun again at the seemingly-magical arrival of the oh so good smelling pizza.

"You first."

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Being held at gunpoint makes Biff hungry, so he says "Okay," and cheerfully wolfs down a slice. And then starts on another.

Danielle may want to grab one while she can, actually.

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Biff's on slice number two and has yet to keel over dead. Danielle couldn't possibly be more hungry and surprises herself by launching at the pizza box and downing two slices of her own in less than a minute with a rapturous moan.

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"Uh . . . go ahead, eat the rest. Eat the whole thing. Eat the box, maybe." she looks like she might. "I'll just, um, get another, or maybe a bulletproof vest or something."

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Danielle reaches out impulsively and grabs Biff's shoulder. She couldn't possible be more emphatic when she says "thank you".

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff blinks.

"Hey, if you think that's good, maybe I should get you some wine or teach you how to achieve 'Dyslexic Duck Paddling a Small and Unobtrusive River,' then you'd really have something to thank me for," he says, grinning rather lewdly.

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Danielle isn't quite ready for amazing sex-- pizza is orgasmic enough at the moment-- but she manages a small, very tentative and awkward smile.

"I would... very much like some wine."

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Biff grins at the smile. It's a start. "Bar? Some wine, please."

And the wine appears. Miraculous!

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Danielle's eyes are saucers and she stares at the wine as if its possessed.

Biff might want to pour her a glass and find her a seat before she goes completely crackers.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff thinks she already is. Accepting this, he pours himself a glass as well as one for her and drinks from his.

"Mmmm-hey, I think I used to wank off in the vinyard this came from!" he declares suddenly.

Which is not the best thing to say in polite company, but Danielle hasn't had that in a long time and beggars can't be choosers.

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Danielle blinks at that comment. After she's managed to process it a few seconds later, she wants to laugh and that's a novel feeling. Being with other people, as anxious as it now makes her, is something she's longed for too. And damned if Biff is gorgeous and the wine not absolutely perfect.

She swallows the first sip slowly, closing her eyes in pleasure.

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You know the wine is strong when a line about masturbation goes over well.

Biff obliviously drinks a bit more, figuring that if he's going to drink wine that's from grapes that have been befouled by semen, it might as well have been his.

"So, Danielle, if you don't mind my asking . . . what's made you totally batshit insane so nervous?"

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Well, Danielle used to be quite the cheeky lady before she err went totally batshit insane. Some of that cheekiness is still under there when she doesn't have to do the whole 'hunt boar or die' thing.

Nervous. As if being transported to a bar at the end of the universe isn't an acceptable answer. "I..." Have no way of explaining it. "I haven't had pizza... in a long time. I have been on an island. For... a very long time."

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff nods knowledgeably. "Was it Lesbos?"

It's the only island he knows. Sorry.

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"Possibly." God only knows where it is. Was. Whatever. "But I don't know of any lesbians there."

And that's a Danielle Rousseau classic tiny smirk forming on the corner of her mouth there. She's warming up.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff hasn't lived in New York long enough to equate the word "lesbian" with two women who shag each other. Right now he just assumes it referrs to people from Lesbos. He'll be a happy man when he figures out the slang, if he doesn't insult someone by accident and get knifed beforehand.

"Well, if it didn't have pizza, you're better off here anyway," he says decisively, taking another drink of wine. "Planning on staying? You'll need a room."

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It beats The Island and she could use a different kind of adventure. And... a room? With... a bed? Pillows that maybe aren't leaves and blankets that haven't disintegrated into rags? That kind of room?

"I... suppose I am staying." She nods, more to herself than him, in decision. "Yes."

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

"Great! Let's celebrate it! Wine is good for celebrating," says Biff, pouring more wine for himself and for Danielle, who isn't so bad when she's not pointing a gun at him.