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[findaconstant]

[Info about this version of Dan is HERE.]

So, a Nobel laureate walks in to a bar...

Or have you heard this one before?

Anyway, the bar is now +1 Dr. Daniel Faraday, who's standing in the doorway with a slightly confused look on his face. He stays in place for a few seconds, fingers twitching absently at his side as he tries to figure out what the hell

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[blackcarpenter]

Molly glances up from her own table, a bottle of beer in front of her. She's been staring at the bottle for quite some time, in between sips, of course. See, she'd ordered a bottle of Mac's Black, chilled, and, damned if they didn't deliver. It's a little... disturbing.

"Hello there."

[findaconstant]

Dan turns just enough to glance over his shoulder at her. In his confusion, he hadn't actually bothered to look around - or hadn't bothered to look for any other people, which might have been a good idea, in retrospect.

"Hi," he says, twisting the rest of his body around to face her. "Just... um. Just so I'm, you know, clear on this... I'm not dreaming, right?"

[blackcarpenter]

Molly pinches her own arm, absently. "No, it doesn't feel like a dream.I'm fairly certain this is real."

[findaconstant]

"Mm... yeah. I figured." He holds back a sigh, then studies Molly's expression for a moment. "And... judging by the look on your face, you don't really know where we are either, right?"

[blackcarpenter]

The lady shakes her head sadly. "Nope. Not a blessed clue, sorry."

[findaconstant]

"Great."

And there's that sigh.

"Does anyone know?"

[blackcarpenter]

"Out of the people I've met so far, no. Although one seemed used to this type of thing happening." She takes a sip of her beer. "Wish stuff like this came with an instruction manual."

[findaconstant]

"It probably has something to do with a wormhole," he says nonchalantly, absently picking at the label on his bottle. "Though I'm not sure which kind... probably something previously undiscovered. There's just so much we don't know, and even if we learn new things and develop in leaps and bounds, we probably won't ever catch up with the rate at which space itself is expanding and evolving."

And this is why some of his students hate him. He rambles.

[blackcarpenter]

"Or it could be magic." Sure, take the easy way out Molly.

[findaconstant]

Dan squints at her. Magic? Really?

"If you believe in that sort of thing, I guess that's one way of looking at it."

[blackcarpenter]

Molly arches an eyebrow, a slight smile on her face. "Not a believer?"

[findaconstant]

"I... can't say that I am, no."

As far as Dan is concerned, there's a scientific explanation for almost everything. True, he's seen some things he couldn't explain, but he's going to go ahead and stick with what he knows, what's familiar.

[blackcarpenter]

The lady shrugs. It's not her job to make people believers. Actually, her job tends to be the opposite. "More things, Hortatio."

[findaconstant]

His brows furrow. "Um. Daniel, actually."

If that's a reference to something, it went right over his head.

[blackcarpenter]

"Molly."

She nods her head to him. It's okay. Not everyone gets Shakespeare.

[findaconstant]

"Hi, Molly."

He's not a fan of small talk, but...

"So, um. Where are you from?"