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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[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff nods knowledgeably. "Was it Lesbos?"

It's the only island he knows. Sorry.

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

"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."

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

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.