01 - Welcome to Alpha 9

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[She hesitates, glancing around, immobile, taking in the details before she pulls her gun and thumbs the safety off, pointing it at the... invisible floor. Right. She checks her head for cuts, makes sure she's dressed. Not one of those dreams at least.] I must have... I fell asleep at my desk. It figures, Creegan. It figures I can't even get away from you in a dream--of course not. You could at least be naked.

[he's not looking at her, taking in the endless stars and, well, lack of floor] Ooh, sexual harassment. I'm telling on you to Hank. Don't think this is a dream. Don't think this is your dream. Might be my dream. How come you get to be the real one anyway?

[he starts wandering away] So whaddaya think? Alpha 9?

[Her shoulders sag and he throws her head back as though praying for patience from some distant power.] Oh god. Don't even--just don't. This is not reality. This is not real. Reality is you stripping in the middle of a crowded airplane while reciting William Blake. This is--I don't know what this is, but it isn't that.

[casually] Alright, well if it's not reality, what is it? You're here, I'm here. Mass hallucination? I've had hallucinations and this...this doesn't feel right. And don't you think you're focusing a bit too much on me being naked? If this is your dream Mr. Freud is probably patting himself on the back somewhere.

[Exasperation. Way to familiar and comfortable a feeling where he's concerned to be a dream.] Well when you're half-dressed or, or not every other time I see you it's sort of hard not to make it a.. a focal-- where are you going, Creegan.

[Over his shoulder,] I’m investigating! It’s what I do.

Okay. Fine. Not a hallucination--I'll take your word on that. [She rubs her face.] If this is how Cyril feels every time he wakes up... [She shakes her head and stares out at the plane. And the... 1930s theater, forest, and coliseum that fall one by one into her field of vision.] Remind me to buy him a coffee or something next time I see him.



[[MAJOR THREADHOPPING WILL HAPPEN, LOLS. Branca will be on Creegan's ass the minute they start meeting people. JUST A WARNING.]]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

Unfortunately, this is quite real.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

This isn't a dream or anything, it's real.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

We seem to have an influx of new-comers here lately [looks them both up and down, then grins] Not that I'm complaining.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[Wow, if Susan had a wtf icon I'd so be using it right now.]

And you are?

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

[Quietly, to Branca, though he's making no effort to go unheard,] Branca, I think he's flirting with us.

[To Jack,] Hi. Agent Creegan. [Flips his badge and almost drops it.] Hi. Nice to meet you. So what can you tell me about this place?

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

Real. Alright, awesome--real. Love the hair, by the way. Is lavender "in" on Alpha 9, or are you the rebel?

[lamb_of_gold]

... I'm afraid I'm not from Alpha 9, sir, though I thank you for the compliment.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

Lavender and now green? Damn. Am I gonna have to go pink to fit in around here? Or electric blue, maybe, that could work.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

Creegan! [alskdjasd putting away her gun and hissing at him.] Would you stop talking about Alpha 9?

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[AGH. Babysitting mode is a go. She steps between them.] Sorry. [To Creegan.] Can you not be a normal human being for more than half a minute?

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

Huh? [His hair color is not strange to him]

[lamb_of_gold]

I've heard of many worlds here. One more will not change things.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

[Grin!] You're welcome. So, where are you from, then?

[To Branca,] What? What'd I do?

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head, her eyes closed.] No it's not... Alpha 9 isn't real. It's--

[She stops. Shakes her head again, this time looking exasperated.] You know, why am I even explaining this? This isn't real.

[lamb_of_gold]

Unfortunately, madame, it is.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

Depends on your definition of normal, which I'm sure is pretty boring.

[lamb_of_gold]

Greece....or Tibet, depending.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

I like it. Green. Very bold.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

No. [She takes a step back.] No, you know, this is just... a figment. A made-up... something. A dream.

A very real dream.

[lamb_of_gold]

Then it is a dream you share with many many others.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

[Looks around as if expecting to see Athens.] So you got rid of the Acropolis and the Parthenon and kept a bar. A bar with bullet holes in it. ...Interesting decision. [Will be wandering toward the bar now to check it out.]

[Over his shoulder,] Wait, isn't the Colosseum Roman?

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

And you're my, what, my inner transvestite? [Sorry Mu, she's in a bad mood now. D: ]

[lamb_of_gold]

You assume this is it, and you are mistaken. This is the Astral plane.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Noooot sure what to make of that] I'd pity you if I was.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[Looking around distractedly. She pushes her hands into the pockets of her trench coat.] Don't. You're not that bad looking.