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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[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Charles eyes the woman, the gun, and then the woman again, and politely meets her gaze.

"Excuse me, Mme, for I am being rather presumptuous, but I do not think that it is a good idea for you to be ready to fire off that gun. There is a strict no-violence rule here. And besides, no-one will hurt you here."

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

The gun isn't lowering anytime soon. "Where is 'here'?"

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

"'Here' is a bar, Mme. A bar at the end of the universe, and it is called Milliways."

Well, he's dead, so it won't really matter, now will it.

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

"Why did you take me here?"

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Calmly, and with politeness born of requirement of lifestyle, he explains, "I did not take or bring you here. I do not even know where it is that you have arrived from, although it appears to be a somewhat dangerous place. If anyone brought you here, it is the entity known only as The Landlord, whom we have absolutely no connection or communication with."

Then, as simply as though he were talkin to a neighbor who came over for tea, Charles asks, "Would you like something to drink, or eat, perhaps?"

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Danielle is a bit calmed by his calm but not enough to disarm. "Thank you but... I have to get back..."

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

"By all means then, Mme. I would not detain you. The door is right there."

He gestures to the front door which, for him, only leads to the front of Milliways, and the parking garage.

"Unless you cannot see it, or get out, in which case I am afraid you are stuck here. The term is Bound."

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Must dissapear for a little while. Assisting younger brother.]

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Back!]