Entrance Post

[not-british.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Dr Robert Chase attempts to burn the midnight oil]

He tugged the door open, head down, eyes to the floor.

Something wasn't right. He pulled his head up, looking around.

He knew his boss liked to drink, but since when did he turn his office into a full service bar? When did he have time?

Chase blinked, trying to clear his mind.

He was hallucinating, that's all.

Riiiiight.

Come, you know you want to break in the newbie. At the very least, laugh at his perplexed expression. Mock his confusion, or ihs accent.

Comments

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Why wouldn't I be able to see the door?" Chase blinked at him.

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes, the bar decided that people should stay here, whatever the reason may be. Those people can't see the door. They only see a wall. They're considered Bound, and usually stay that way until the bar decided to let them go," he explained.

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Sounds...I'm not sure how it sounds. Weird, at any rate. Can you see the door?"

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

He nodded at that. He could see the door just fine. He just chose not to go through it.

"I can come and go as I please. I just choose to stay here for the time being."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"So, then, where do you sleep?"

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

"You can get a room if you want. You just ask the bar, and she'll give you a key and put it on your tab." He gestured over to the bar in question.

[not-british.livejournal.com]

Chase nodded and bit back a yawn. "All right. I'll do that. Thanks, Dr Wilson."

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome, Dr. Chase." He smiled at the younger doctor. "If you need anything, feel free to seek me out."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Chase nodded againa nd went over to the bar.