Hello Mr. Preston

[honest_preston]

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

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[medicine_bird]

"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.

[medicine_bird]

"Fairly straightforward, actually," Jean assures, sipping her tea mildly.

"No violence in the bar, and that also includes ancilliary areas like the lake and woods and the stables. No sex in the bar, there are private rooms upstairs. And no business dealings either. There are some unwritten rules, but these are the ones where breaking them will land you in a little discussion with a security team member."

She waves a graceful hand to indicate "Like myself."

[honest_preston]

"Ah...well, I-I don't think I'll be breaking any of those rules, ma'am."

[medicine_bird]

"I didn't think so. You look to be a very honest sort," Jean allows, gesturing at the tea tray. "Please, have some tea."

"As for unwritten rules, if something here tells you its a god, it probably is. Avoid it unless someone vouches for it, unless you're very diplomatic, because half of them are more in the ancient Greek mold of spoiled and bickering than benevolent and wise. And don't go into the woods on a full moon -- there are werewolves."

[honest_preston]

Stop!

Elipses time.

"..."

[medicine_bird]

"Oh, that's right, you mentioned Universal Studios, which means you're probably from a similar reality to mine." Jean reminds herself.

Mutely, she sets a teacup down in front of him and goes back to sipping from her own.

"You'll find people here from realities that seem fictional to us, but are real to them. Werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters... oh, I'm a telekinetic and a telepath, by the way. You probably don't have those."

[honest_preston]

He reaches out to the cup, picks it up, and drinks. "No, we don't, ma'am, but we do have giant creatures."

[medicine_bird]

"Those" we don't have. Like dinosaurs?" Jean wonders, eyes alight.

[honest_preston]

"Exactly. Dinosaurs, man-eating bugs, a 25 foot tall ape..." All of which can explain the nasty scar on his face.

[medicine_bird]

While Jean's time frame has her predating the most recent remake, she's definitely heard this story before.

"Sounds like it's not quite a vacation spot," she muses.

[honest_preston]

Save for the man eating bugs. They were cut from the original. "It's not."

[medicine_bird]

"Well, you'll probably be relieved to know that the wildlife, the demonic bunnies aside, is usually a little more docile here. And we have excellent medical facilities."

Patting at Preston's shoulder once again, she gets to her feet. "I'm afraid I've got a few things to take care of, but welcome to Milliways, Henry Preston. We'll have to talk again, some time. Oh, and if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask the bar. It's sentient."

[honest_preston]

The teacup quivers in his hand. Sentient?

"Okay, ma'am. Thank you for your help. And the tea."

[medicine_bird]

"Please, call me Jean," Dr. Grey requests with a smile, over one shoulder as she saunters away.

Her daily quota for mild brain-breakery has been accomplished.

[OOC: Thanks for the scene!]

[honest_preston]

[ ooc: np! Thanks for tagging. :D ]