Entrance Post

[is_out_there]

After closing their latest case and feeling decidedly anticlimactic about it, Mulder felt some light reading was in order. He'd been meaning to reread the entirely absurd, but equally interesting, book he'd bought at a sci-fi convention a few years ago, theorizing alien foreplay rituals; he'd lost it, however, somewhere in the recesses of his

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[sighteddancer]

There's a brief, thoughtful clicking. "No," says a decidedly cavernous voice from overhead. "There are rats for that."

Cre'hktdi hasn't bothered with the cloaking today, and is comfortably perched on a crossbeam in the rafters.

[is_out_there]

"Rats?" He overhears, looking up at the source of the words. When he sees something on the crossbeam, he takes a startled step back.

"Uh...that's an interesting vantage point."

[sighteddancer]

It's a big and spiky and shiny something. And yes, in the rafters.

"The floor is crowded. Furniture is in the way, and some patrons are quite small."

[is_out_there]

Mulder loosens his tie a bit. He's certainly seen his fair share of strange creatures. Not enough that this particular one won't surprise him, but there's not exactly any reason to move along at the moment.

"What's the usual crowd here? I mean, what kind of place is this?"

[stubborn_annie]

Annie's got a table near the door, as she really only stepped out of Yorkshire for a breather. "Oh," she says at the sound of the American's voice. "I take it you weren't expecting to find this here?"

[is_out_there]

"Ah-ha," he half-laughed, rubbing a hand against his head. "Not exactly. I was just looking for something in my closet, and...anyway, what is this place?"

[stubborn_annie]

"It's called Milliways," says Annie, with a bit of a smile. "It's a pub. The door's got a nasty habit of appearing in places where people don't really expect it to be."

[is_out_there]

"Milliways," Mulder repeats, musing on the word. It sounds familiar. He makes a 'hmmm' sound, shrugging, and half-smiles.

"It's kind of funny that I got here through my closet of all places. I never clean it out, and I used to joke about the things I'd find in there if I ever organized it. A pub certainly wasn't expected, but, might as well go with it, I guess."

[foxy_rogue]

Foxes are normal, right? And a bow and a quiver of arrows is normal too. A green tunic and a jaunty hat with a red feather is somewhat unusual, but not too weird.

The combination though?

That's strange.

Or, at least, some people here seem to think so. Robin thinks he's perfectly normal (if terribly gifted with a bow), and is whistling jauntily as he strolls across the bar.

[is_out_there]

Mulder's eyes widen as he notices the fox. Internally, he can't help simultaneously cringing and laughing that this would be one of the first things he sees. Fox being his first name, after all.

He remembers the time his drinking water was laced with LSD and wonders if something similar is occurring this time around. After all, it's not everyday you see foxes with bows and arrows.

"Well, nothing like the unexpected to turn a dull day around."

[foxy_rogue]

How about foxes with bows and arrows with an upper-class English accent? The fox in question (fox, not Fox, for surely Fox is not this... um. Dramatic.) leaps to the top of a barstool and, with great pathos, addresses the Bar.
"Sweet lady of wood, have you any fare for this poor hungry outlaw?"

Robin looks positively gleeful when a bowl of vegetable stew appears, in an appropriately-sized bowl, complete with spoon.

Did you know foxes has opposable thumbs? This one does, anyway.

[is_out_there]

The accent makes it even more amusing, and Mulder cracks a grin when the fox is served a bowl of stew. Whatever is going on here, he might as well go along with it.

"So can I ask: what's with the bows and arrows?"

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

[livewithrats]

Oh.

Shit.

... again.

From across the bar, Krycek is glaring a million daggers Mulder's way.

[is_out_there]

Mulder catches sight of the man, glaring back with equal vehemence.

"Yeah, just who I wanted to see right now," he muttered to himself.

[livewithrats]

Krycek is, by nature, a huge jerk.

And he? He finds this funny, really, because... well.

It just is.

"Did you get lost, little boy?" he calls from across the bar, grinning sharply.

[is_out_there]

He glares again. Of all the people to bump into, Krycek is certainly one of the last he'd have ever wanted to see. Especially...wherever here was.

"Funny. How great to see you, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

And if his voice is just dripping with sarcasm, it is, of course, intentional.

[torch_reporter]

"Okay, I think I totally remember you," Chloe states as she walks up to him, cup of coffee in hand. It's been five years (give or take), but it's kind of hard to forget a government agent who actually thought your theories on mutated alien rock were valid.

"Agent Mulder, right?"

[is_out_there]

He squints his eyes in confusion, biting the corner of his lip as he takes her in. She seems to know him, and he has no idea who she is. Well, given the stuff he's been through lately, it's no wonder that someone he might've met a long time ago doesn't register.

"Yeah, that's right," he laughs a bit. "Sorry, who are you?"

[torch_reporter]

"Chloe Sullivan. Former Torch reporter that's gone up in the world since we last talked." She beams brightly at that one, holding out a hand in greeting. "I work for the Planet now. Less about meteor rock conspiracies and more about real news."

Beat.

"Although that doesn't mean I don't get the random story from weirdville every once in a while."

[is_out_there]

He smiles at her enthusiasm, shaking her hand in response.

"Nothing wrong with meteor rock conspiracies. Although, since you seem to remember me, it's probably redundant for me to tell you that. At least you keep an open mind, I take it?"

He purses his lips.

"What might a random story from weirdville be?" He's curious about what her definition of 'weird' is.