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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[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

There are times Shannon would really love to see Sayid as well. But what're ya gonna do?

She takes a deep breath. "Right. I have no idea how people get here, if that's what you want, but okay.

"This is, um, probably the weirdest bar ever. Not everyone's human, there's dead guys that talk to you, and time is really, really messed up. And there's some weird disease going around right now."

...Right, we'll just file that under "worst introduction ever."

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

It's weird that's for sure. Then again, strangely familiar. Things that may not be human, dead people seeming to be alive, messed-up time and strange sickness. It's the Island with chairs.

Danielle sits down next to Shannon because, well, one needs to sit down when they first arrive at Milliways.

"Did you hear the whispers?" She asks softly.

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

And she was just starting to relax, too.

"What do you mean, whispers?"

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

"I heard the whispers... and then I turned around and I was here."

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"No, sorry. And let's just not talk about them, okay?" She's heard about the whispers before. She does not like hearing about the whispers. They rather freak her out.

So she does the only thing that makes sense. It's time to change the subject.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

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