Lt. Ethan Shaw~ Eagle Eye ~ Multiversal Bar.

[mmpenguins]

[Thankfully? I can promise SPOILER FREE in the comments if you tag. But behind a cut just in case.]

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[pi_wakawaka]

A black and yellow rugby ball with Hurricanes written on it comes from the rafters and straight into Ethan's stomach. Giggling might be heard from above somewhere.

[initatedbiolock]

That would be where Ethan backs up, putting his hands on the door.

And there is a voice.

Beautiful, melodious.

"LT. SHAW. Are you well?"

It's so loud it has to be coming from a speaker of some sort. Ethan glances over his shoulder, ignoring it and looking for the rugby ball.

[pi_wakawaka]

The voice is kind of cool so Tiwa hops off the rafters turning into a bird partway through and she starts flying around his head.

[initatedbiolock]

That will be where instinct and training take over.

Ethan moves for the door, slamming it shut and blinking. It looked like something-

Well, like something Jerry would come up with.

".........Identify yourself."

He sounds almost like a robot himself before he collects his thoughts and points, trying to sound authoritative, at the bird, "...You. Identify yourself."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Something bite you in the ass, or has the universe slapped you in the face with a fish?"

The speaker is a lanky gentleman in the loudest orange beach shorts you've ever seen on an adult human being. A white t-shirt that's a couple of sizes too tight (not that anyone's complaining, considering) and a hairdo that's a few inches taller than he is complete the look. Surfer bum, right?

Right.

Ha.

[initatedbiolock]

Ethan takes one look at the shorts. He would like to laugh.

"...This shouldn't be here."

This bar. You. Everything.

"It shouldn't." Oh god. I've finally cracked.

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"And yet, it is. Ever heard of Sherlock Holmes? 'When you've eliminated the impossible...'"

He looked at the kid expectantly.

[initatedbiolock]

Kid? Kid? with a 183 IQ you're going to call him a kid?

"Lt. Ethan Shaw, United States Airforce." He's not going to draw his gun-well-not yet, "Identify yourself."

[mm_mono]

There's a kid with a football-shaped head sitting at the bar, tinkering with some sort of electronic device.

And he heard that noise.

"You okay, mister?"

[initatedbiolock]

Weird kid.

Weird shape of his head. Ethan acknowledges it and-by this time-he's slipped into military mode. Child, not a threat.

Well, not particularly.

"...Fine." he lied, "...Startled." Confused "...This is a secure and Classified Area."

[mm_mono]

"The bar? I guess it's secure, yeah. Not classified, though. Anybody can come in."

[initatedbiolock]

An eyebrow is raised, "....That's a secure and classified area."

He points over his door, "This was part of it before this showed up." He gestures at the bar at large, "...What the hell's going on?"

[trindle]

"Hello."

There's a young woman wrapped in layers of black, scarves and sweaters and folds of skirt that leave only a few patches of green skin visible.

But there is the face - green like the grass with dark, dark eyes.

He's new, she can tell.

[initatedbiolock]

Ethan's eyes open and he stares.

She's green and he's almost on the verge of asking the biometric scanners for a biological scan but-

no. Don't give anything away.

Instead his eyes widen and he frowns, "....Hi."

New? Better believe it!

[trindle]

She offers her hand, calm as ever, and smiles.

"Trindle Thropp. Welcome to Milliways." That's probably a good way to start things.

Beat.

"And yes, it's natural."

[initatedbiolock]

He accepts the hand, "...Natural? What's natural?"

He's a terrible liar isn't he?

"....This isn't supposed to be here." This was-until very recently-a control room,. "...I'm..."

Confused?

Better believe it.