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Hello Mr. Preston

Feb 20, 2006 12:51

When you're a busy young man with your nose in administrative duties, you have a tendency to zero in on you work. Not on where you may be going. Which is why a serious-looking, tall young man in glasses walks in looking at his notepad and nothing else. He doesn't notice that he hasn't stepped into the Universal Studio headquarters in New York, not ( Read more... )

jean grey, preston, amanda, daisy adair

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medicine_bird February 20 2006, 18:16:40 UTC

"Impressive, isn't it?"

A long, cool drink of water in the shape of an attractive redhead appears behind Preston's shoulder with a dry smile. The telepathic pattern of 'wtf?' upon entering the bar is a fairly unmistakeable one.

It's not shameless curiosity that has Dr. Jean Grey paying a visit, she assures herself. There could be security concerns. Really.

honest_preston February 20 2006, 18:18:53 UTC

"...what?" he says dreamily. He thinks the Observation Window is speaking to him. Considering the things he's seen, it makes a lot of damn sense.

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 18:21:40 UTC

Occam's Razor tends to get a fair workout in Milliways. Anything else is a swift trip to madness.

Jean reaches over to tap him on the shoulder regardless, and repeats her question with a little more information attendent. "Impressive, isn't it? The end of the universe."

honest_preston February 20 2006, 18:23:47 UTC

Aha, there's someone standing behind him. Preston turns.

:O! There are people here! "Hi," he says. "It's...where am I?" He snaps out of his daze and hops right into an interrogation mode. As close to interrogation as a Hollywood adminstrative assistant can get.

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 18:28:53 UTC

Jean resists the urge to pat him on the head reassuringly. Somewhat. She pats his shoulder reassuringly instead, and smiles as she drops her hand to her side again.

"Welcome to Milliways Bar. It's a dimensional nexus, which is high-level astro- and quantum physics to try and explain, but seems to be a bar in practice. My name's Jean."

Bracingly, she offers a handshake.

honest_preston February 20 2006, 18:34:45 UTC

Instead of shaking her hand, she gets stared at. Just for a second or two before Preston remembers his manners and shakes her hand.

"Henry. Henry Preston. Most people call me Preston." Pause.

"So this isn't Unversal Studios, is it?"

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 18:38:57 UTC

"Oh, Dr. Jean Grey, MD, then, if we're handing out full names." Jean quickly adapts her introduction, before taking in the stare and the question and motioning for him to follow her to a nearby booth.

"This will take some explaining. But no, this isn't Universal Studios. Do you want a drink?" she wonders.

"First one's alway free."

honest_preston February 20 2006, 18:40:28 UTC

He shakes his head. "I don't drink."

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 18:42:47 UTC

"It doesn't have to be alchoholic," Jean replies, taking a seat and waving at the one opposite her. "I was thinking of tea, myself."

Because, somewhere, it is written that all telepaths drink tea.

"All right, first things first. If you look over there at that wall, do you see a door?"

honest_preston February 20 2006, 18:43:56 UTC

"Which wall?" Cautiously, he takes a seat in the chair he bumped in to.

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 18:48:13 UTC

"That one," Jean points out.

Deciding that the wait-rats might be a bit much to throw into the mix of things right away, she waits until he's looking elsewhere, and thinks a request for a pot of Earl Grey, two cups, and the rest of the fixings (And absurd little cookies and sandwiches.) that go into properly having tea.

honest_preston February 20 2006, 18:50:06 UTC

Preston looks behind him. Yup, there's a door.

"Yeah, I see it. Why?"

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 19:02:00 UTC

"Because if you couldn't see it, that would mean you're Bound," Jean explains. "Local parlance for being unable to return to your own dimension. I'm Bound, for example."

Since he's apparently not, Jean doesn't see the need to explain about becoming unbound, and the rest of things. "So, since you can see it, odds are that you can walk back out through that door and back into your own place and time any time you feel like it. If you're planing to stay and explore a bit, there are a few rules you need to know, though..."

honest_preston February 20 2006, 19:12:30 UTC

This is a lot of information. Preston nods, dazed. "Okay."

medicine_bird February 20 2006, 19:17:30 UTC

"Have some tea," Jean encourages, patting at a random bit of Preston and offering him one of the teacups.

It's fine bone china, an exact match to the set that's been in the Xavier family for generations. Bar apparently can be downright subtle in her attempts to make people feel at home.

"They're simple rules, but I think you need a little space to compose yourself."

honest_preston February 20 2006, 19:39:17 UTC

"Are they as strange as this bar is?"

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