The Universe's Mixer

Logan was enjoying a day off from schoolwork and Caritas. Sure, he had a huge paper due on Tuesday, but it had been a long time since he'd had a good day of slacking off. He also still hadn't rebuilt his video game collection.

As such, he was currently walking the streets of the City in search of a Game Stop. He actually had money coming in again thanks to his job at Caritas, which meant that he was going to track down an X-Box 360 and some of the games he'd owned back in Neptune. And he wasn't going home without them.

He muttered to himself slightly as he passed the fourth Bed, Bath and Beyond and still there was no sign of a Game Stop.

"More pillowcases and sheets than anyone could ever want and no videogames? This City needs to seriously reconsider its priorities.

Storm, drinks, rallies. It was all a bit much. Not that Fred couldn't handle the chaos, but she still hadn't found the books. She was beginning to get a little worried about them as she did feel a little responsible for them because they'd been in the apartment when she was living there and all. Of course, they weren't her books, and it really wasn't her apartment, other than she was living in it. She couldn't decide if she missed the quiet days of nothing happening or not. She was in the City, so it never really got overly quiet. There was always something going on, but sometimes the something didn't seem as crazy.

Having a possible boyfriend was odd. She wouldn't complain, but it was strange. The brainy female wasn't sure what to do about it. There were times she thought she should probably tell him to find someone who wasn't half as insane as she felt sometimes. She hadn't even had any good talks with anyone, not that she had many people to have good talks with. She hadn't seen Eric in a while, and was actually beginning to wonder if he was okay. She guessed she'd know if he wasn't - she knew he'd been upset when the werecreatures were running around. She actually felt a little bad that she hadn't gone to check on him. She'd have to do that soon, maybe.

With nothing important to do, no calls to manage, nothing to research for now, Fred decided it was time for a little coffee. Sure, she'd been drinking it this whole time, but she hadn't had a good sit down in a cafe with a clipboard - she'd gotten a new one - and have a bit of coffee and cake, cookie, muffin, something sweet and delicious.

So, there she was enjoying her coffee and sweet when she caught a bit of something on a forgotten copy of the City's paper. There was a very nice picture of Jack and Zatanna, the shower lady, and one of Dinah and Harry; there was even a little inset of Oliver and Zatanna. Her eyes dropped to text, and quickly got wide as she read the words.

Scandal in the races already? Late one night, our intrepid reporters caught a dashing blond mayoral candidate snuggling up to not one but two women. Could there be something racy going on? One was a bit mousy, soft, and quiet. According to some sources, she's the one the candidate is officially dating. But, she's nothing like the hot number he was chasing after later. The hot number looked a little angry. Was she mad that the candidate was out on the town with the mouse rather than her? And what was this? Hot number left with the rich boy? Well, well, well. A love parallelogram? Listen, blond pretty boy candidate, that may work back home, but in the City, well, honestly, it may work, too. Just ask a local hunter or a local country boy.

Well, that was certainly one take on the night. Fred set the paper down and took a very large bite of blueberry muffin she'd gotten.

Once the rally for Gaius Baltar was over, Lois turned her attention back to the blond billionaire beside her. She gave him a half-smirk, keeping up the false bravado despite the fact that she was unnerve at finding herself in this place where the streets apparently moved and nothing made any sense.

"So, any theories? Alien abduction, falling down the rabbit hole, or maybe just a really big practical joke?"

She might have a breakdown at some point, but for now the search for answers was holding her together. This place and whatever had happened was a mystery to unravel, and Lois had always been a sucker for a mystery.

Raylan didn't know what to make of The City. His first full week in the expansive metropolitan bubble had been strange, to say the least. The City had provided him with everything he needed, as judged by an outsider's perspective. They provided him with a home, a motel room similar to the one he'd left in Kentucky (but thankfully not owned by that monochromatic fellow on the hill,) and a job with local law enforcement. In fact, so far as he could tell, The City was fixin' to keep him around for a while. An officer of the peace? On his first day, he jokingly paid a visit to the civil enforcers who'd left a message on his phone and was surprised to find himself greeted with a nameplate and a badge. An amusing dream, right? But then the dream lingered into a second day. And then a week. And then two weeks. Or was it that he only imagined time to have past so quickly? Raylan never pretended to be a very smart man. Quick witted and aware of his surroundings, but no genius. Maybe there was some truth to this illusion.

He'd been told on his first day that he was far too calm in his accepting on the bizarre and unexpected. He could only surmise that his reaction was half laced in shock and half in whiskey. But it spoke something of his character that he didn't have a nervous breakdown, nor cry himself to sleep.

Keep yourself busy.
( Go then. There are other worlds than these. )