Entrance Post

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

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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[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Danielle takes a breath along with her leap of faith. She is not at all used to trusting people, even seemingly innoculous people like Hurley.

"Where are... you sitting?"

She's pretty sure she's going to fall over if she doesn't sit soon.

[got-batteries.livejournal.com]

Hurley moved over a tiny bit at the booth where he was sitting, making as much room as possible in spite of his large body, "hop a squat."

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Danielle hops a squat, keeping her rifle still close to her side. A booth. A nice, cushy, soft, comfortable, overstuffed booth. She has got to be dreaming.

"I believe I... need a drink."

[got-batteries.livejournal.com]

Hurley looked around, "you see those rats, just ask them for anything and they should bring it to you."

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

"Rats?"

She sees them. Even tripping was never this trippy.

She gives it a whirl and orders a glass of wine. Seeing that they were taking her orders seriously, she changes her mind and tentatively orders the whole bottle. She's tired, confused, strangely afraid and overjoyed at the same time and she's going to get very, very plastered in front of Hurley. Beats the Island, anyways.

[got-batteries.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it is weird and they bring you food."

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Food. "What kind of food? What did you have?"

When those rats come back, Danielle is so having food.

[got-batteries.livejournal.com]

"Uh, everything, just ask the rats, and they will bring it."