Enter Dr. Bishop

[dr_bishop]

Who: Dr. Walter Bishop and anyone who'd like to join (open)
When: Mid Day
Where: Lobby
What: Walter and Gene check in.

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[bluesuit_handy]

Handy couldn't help but overhear the clerk's explanation of the new accommodations for Walter's cow, particularly as he stepped closer in order to be sure he could be in on whatever was said.

"I can show you to the cafe or the banquet hall for the sandwich," said Handy, "but I'll be surprised if we find a lab anywhere. Like I said, though, doesn't hurt to look." He grinned. "And I am, a bit. It's not my specialty, but I'm sort of a Doctor of everything." He ignored the part where Walter had called him 'The Doctor' rather than just 'Doctor,' figuring that they were doing well enough as long as they were off the subject of Satanists.

[dr_bishop]

"If we should pass something on the way then we'll stop for sandwiches." Walter enunciated clearly but excitedly. "But I should much prefer to look for a laboratory, or check into the radiation shielding that is going on. I have worked extensively on time and instantaneous travel myself, but have always been blocked by the radiation effects that would kill the human body."

"Lead on good sir!" Dr Bishop made a grand gesture with one hand, thrilled to be in the where and the when that he currently found himself. "This is quite like a hallucinatory trip without the recreational drugs! If it would not be impolite, may I ask, when are you from?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"Alright, a laboratory search it is," grinned Handy, turning to lead the way through one of the doors leading to the hall. "Just try all the doors you pass; that's generally the best way to find something around here if it's willing to be found."

He laughed at Walter's comparison between the hotel and a drug trip, and took in a breath through his teeth at the following question. "Oh, well," he said, hobbling along. "That's a bit complicated. It was 2012 when I was brought here, though."

[dr_bishop]

"Just open the doors willy-nilly? Without regard for who may be doing what behind them? Wonderful!" He giggled some more as he bounced forward trying not do get ahead of his companion. "How many people are here? It does seem creepy and quiet. Hotel at winter, inside an extratemporal bubble. It's like that horror movie." That something could pop out from behind a door at any moment and try to kill them was all so exciting.

[bluesuit_handy]

Handy simply couldn't keep the grin off his face. Whatever was going on in this Walter's head, he liked him. "No killers or ghosts yet," he said, aware that this might be a letdown. His grin faded a little. "But people do disappear from time to time. And there have been hallucinations."

He opened the first door they came to, to reveal the pool. "Not there," he said cheerfully.

[dr_bishop]

He poked his into the room. "Oh that's a shame, it looks so lovely, but I don't believe I've my swim trunks with me." Pulling himself back fully into the hall Walter shook his hips slightly. "No, I definitely did not wear them. It's a shame really, I never think to use the pool at the hotel Peter and I have been staying in."

[bluesuit_handy]

"They have swim trunks in the locker room," Handy pointed out, before remembering that they were on a mission to find a laboratory that may or may not exist. Well, if they got sidetracked, so be it. "You can come back anytime, too."

[dr_bishop]

"You know, I believe that this will be decidedly better than the last institution I was confined to." Walter moved to down the hall and opened the next door that the pair came upon. His face fell a bit at the nicely fitted out conference room. If he had to listen to someone drone through a presentation, then he'd want to be here, but it was no lab. "The overhead projector would probably be excellent for parts though."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Confined--where were you before you came here?" asked Handy, following along. He peered over his new friend's shoulder at the conference room. "I haven't seen that one before!" he exclaimed. Not that a conference room was a very exciting thing to come across; it was just exciting to come across anything new at all.

[dr_bishop]

"Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run. I took the hand of a preacher man and we... No, I don't think that was me." Walter thought for a minute standing in the conference room doorway. "Peter and I," he said, extracting each word slowly trying to get his mind to tell him the truth. "We were staying in a hotel in Boston that Agent Dunham picked out. And before that I was in St. Claire's. Before that I believe I was at home."

"Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht. I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got. That song really does stick with you, doesn't it?"

[bluesuit_handy]

That only raised more questions than it answered. St. Claire's sounded like the name of some sort of asylum, which would fit from what Handy knew of Walter already. The names of the others involved, though, told him nothing.

"Who's Peter?" he asked. "And Agent Dunham? What kind of agent would that be? And where's home for you, anyway?"

[dr_bishop]

"Peter is my son. And Olivia works for the FBI, but I believe we are all on loan to Homeland Security right now. Or rather right then." Walter suddenly felt sad. "I really should call Peter, he'll worry about me. I don't suppose we have a working telephone here?"

Things were clicking in his mind. He'd accepted that he and Gene had been transferred to a a spot out of time easy enough, it was a bit of an adventure. A much tamer adventure than had been happening lately. But now that he'd thought about Peter, he knew that the boy would worry, and Olivia as well. They may not quite be family, but they did have a bit of a team feeling to them, even Agent Farnsworth. "Boston Massachusetts." He added distractedly, answering The Doctor's last question. "Cambridge actually."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Homeland se--what on Earth were you doing?" asked Handy, trying to decide whether or not this sounded like some sort of delusion on Walter's part.

He frowned, realizing he had to be the bearer of bad news. More bad news, though Walter seemed to have taken most of what he had to say pretty well so far. "No telephones," he said reluctantly. "And no signals for the people here who have cell phones. Not even those with phones that should work anywhere." Rose's phone, for instance, worked in an alternate dimension--and yet it still didn't work in the hotel.

[dr_bishop]

Walter moved away from the conference room and headed toward the next door in the hall. "Time moves differently in different... locations. Perhaps a day here is the blink of an eye there. It's possible that Peter will just think I've taken a walk." He let himself be cheered by the thought.

"There is a terrorist group called Z T F. Bioterrorist actually. They are training recruits for the war that they believe is to come." He gestured to the door in front of them when they came to it. "I believe that door number three is yours to open."

[bluesuit_handy]

"It's possible," Handy allowed. He still wasn't sure whether or not he believed Walter about all this, but at least it was interesting. "So you were doing counteractive work?" he asked, wondering what that could be. He opened the door obligingly and found the library behind it. "Here, this is a good one. Still not a lab, though."