[OOI: Why temporal/multiversal mechanics give me a headache.]

The door opens, and in backs a young man with a dark duffle bag. He turns around... and blinks.

Slow grin, though there's a slightly confused look on his face.

"Huh. Got tired of th' old layout, then?"

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"---their commonality is bleach?"

"So Dave has determined, and whatever else we might say of him, he is thorough."

"True enough, but---bleach?"

"I know."

Grissom looks around and blinks. "This is not Milliways, Sara."

Sara glances up. "Oh--we're in the Inn."

"How many interdimensional places--"

"Do we really want to know?"

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There's a sound on the other side of the door, rapidly growing louder and closer.

The debate on whether said noise is a herd of elephants or a pack of teenagers is resolved when the door flies open just long enough for a dark clad boy to rush in, turn back, and shove the door closed again, laughing all the while ( Read more... )