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[findaconstant]

[Info about this version of Dan is HERE.]

So, a Nobel laureate walks in to a bar...

Or have you heard this one before?

Anyway, the bar is now +1 Dr. Daniel Faraday, who's standing in the doorway with a slightly confused look on his face. He stays in place for a few seconds, fingers twitching absently at his side as he tries to figure out what the hell

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[blackcarpenter]

Molly glances up from her own table, a bottle of beer in front of her. She's been staring at the bottle for quite some time, in between sips, of course. See, she'd ordered a bottle of Mac's Black, chilled, and, damned if they didn't deliver. It's a little... disturbing.

"Hello there."

[findaconstant]

Dan turns just enough to glance over his shoulder at her. In his confusion, he hadn't actually bothered to look around - or hadn't bothered to look for any other people, which might have been a good idea, in retrospect.

"Hi," he says, twisting the rest of his body around to face her. "Just... um. Just so I'm, you know, clear on this... I'm not dreaming, right?"

[blackcarpenter]

Molly pinches her own arm, absently. "No, it doesn't feel like a dream.I'm fairly certain this is real."

[findaconstant]

"Mm... yeah. I figured." He holds back a sigh, then studies Molly's expression for a moment. "And... judging by the look on your face, you don't really know where we are either, right?"

[doyouhearthem]

Something about this new arrival piqued the Master's attention. He glanced in the man's direction as he sipped his whiskey. There was something about him... in fact, quite literally, there was a sort of radiation around him.

This man was time-active.

He bit back a smile and signaled to Faraday, raising his glass in a toast.

"Come here often, then?"

[findaconstant]

Dan glances over in the direction of the voice, one eyebrow slightly arched. "Can't say that I do," he says, pursing his lips. "Do you?"

[doyouhearthem]

He chuckled softly. "No. Was being a bit ironic, actually; a baffled face is hard to miss."

The Master finished his glass and licked his teeth. He expected more like this man - but he was, paradoxically, the first one he'd met since he arrived. If this was some kind of dimensional tear, how enormous must it be to draw in those who didn't enter by choice?

He thought for a moment, then stood and ambled up to Faraday, flashing a winning smile.

"I'm afraid I may know little more than you in this case. There is one, a boy who claims to have been here before, but doesn't know anything about it. Do you, erm, mind if I sit?"

[findaconstant]

Dan's eyes narrow just slightly in a quick, fleeting display of hostility. There's something off about this guy - he's friendly, sure, but he's friendly in that... uncomfortable way.

"No," he says after a moment, motioning to the stool beside him. "Go ahead."

[ben_constant]

Ben wanders by, moving between washroom and another shot of whiskey, before hearing a voice he's somewhat familiar with.

He's never met Faraday, but he's aware of his existence, aware vaguely of the connection to Eloise Hawking.

He ducks back into a corner to consider.

[findaconstant]

Dan doesn't notice Ben's presence, at first. He's not the most observant guy when it comes to other people and, on top of that, Ben Linus is just about the furthest thing from his mind right now. If that damned island sank into the ocean with everyone still on it, he can't say he'd really care.

Well.

He might care a little, if Charlotte's still there. For all he knows, though, she might be off of it by now. He hopes she is.

So when he does notice Ben, he recieves nothing more than a look of faint confusion. It's a look that says what are you doing here?

[ben_constant]

Fuck. Spotted. Well, when in doubt, nod, little smile, be polite.

He gives Faraday a polite bob of his head and a brief salute with his whiskey glass. Nothing threatening. It's not like it's Jack, or, God forbid, Widmore sailing into this odd place. Just that scientist. No harm in pleasantry.

[findaconstant]

No bottle is raised in response. Dan's just staring, looking both skeptical and a little bit worried - Ben is a dangerous man, or so he's been told. Still, he can't imagine what someone like Ben would want with him, so he returns the polite smile after a few seconds have passed.