It was one of those peculiarities of time that the Master seemed to return to the bar not long after leaving it. He had saved its coordinates, and with his ship back in working order - having been fitted with replacement parts on his planet - he was free to come and go as he pleased ( Read more... )

The Master had completed repairs on his ship fairly quickly, once given the right materials. He had been exacting in his requests from Dr. Faraday, and the man did not disappoint - even down to several dozen smoke detectors, the shattered cases of which the Master unceremoniously dumped in one of the bar's garbage cans. He was here to pay Daniel ( Read more... )

'Man sitting at the bar, his long grasshopper legs tucked up on the support struts of the stool beneath him. He looks like the type that frequents this type of bar -- and worse. The kinds of places where gum isn't the only substance you have to worry about scraping off the bottom of your shoes after you leave ( Read more... )

The Master lead Dan out one of the bar's many doors, and into a gleaming metal chamber that was most assuredly nothing the scientist had ever seen before.

What would strike Dan first about the room was how cold it was. The cold seemed to exude from the walls, and was nearly jarring. The room itself was tiny and sparse, walls inlaid with wide bands ( Read more... )

Axel steps out of the inn, and of course the first thing he does, as he waits for Roxas to follow is turn his face up into the sun.

"It does kind of seem safe..." he allows. "But that doesn't mean it is." Any world can become connected, and while this one seems... Something. he can't put his finger on it. But that doesn't make it exempt.

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[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 ( Read more... )

A door in the bar opens with the hiss of depressurization, the air turning into fine vapor then dissipating within moments. There are faint bleeps and blips, and a man laughs to himself in wondered disbelief ( Read more... )