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[shakenstrfaith]

(OOM: Scully had been praying and thinking recent and distant past for answers to questions she didn't understand.)The FBI Agent was in the bar again, sitting at a table near the Observation Window. Perhaps hoping the display of stars dying would offer some answers she was seeking. Her pen tapped impatiently against the notebook of notes and

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[empath_wiggin]

"Strange sight, isn't it?" A blonde woman's leaning against a pole near the window, watching it as well. "It's destruction, pure and simple, there are people out there whose entire existance is being ended in a milli-second. But, it's also somehow strangely beautiful."

[shakenstrfaith]

"I suppose. I still can't help thinking of it shouldn't exist, or how this place shouldn't exist with that outside," Scully admitted.

[empath_wiggin]

"It's a strange paradox, really. A place where the universe ends every night, caught in its own little bubble of time." She takes a sip of her tea again. "Not to mention everyone coming here from just about every imaginable time or place. And stranger yet, it's home to a number of people."

[shakenstrfaith]

"I have an easier time with people arriving from other times. Rather than other planets that is. But even Einsteinian physics, and theories of Dr. Hawking and others allow for the plausibility, if not the successful proof as yet of time travel."

Scully remarked, "A temporary home if that. My partner and I have been trapped here since we arrived a few months back."