Myka Bering (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} agent_bering) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2013-06-01 12:03:00 |
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What: Myka arrived, and then she couldn’t make sense of anything so her friends came over to help
When: Just after THIS
Where: Myka’s rooms
Rating/Warnings: Some sadness is definitely to be had here!
Status: In progress/Closed
What the hell was going on? No seriously. People didn’t just randomly jump planets, much less dimensions. In Myka’s world there was clear order, cause and effect, and yes, sometimes the cause wasn’t always apparent to her investigations, and sometimes the cause defied believability, but there was always a source.
Not knowing the reason she was here in this place, why Claudia and HG were here first and seemingly ‘okay’ with the situation, made Myka very uneasy. She itched for answers, to put everything in a nice and neat category. And though she paced the room nothing came to her. All her training as a Secret Service agent, as a Warehouse agent, all her experience dealing with Pete, nothing had prepared her for this.
The knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She stared at it for a few seconds, as if her judgment could will it back to the familiar rows of shelving in Warehouse 13. But it remained resolutely an ornate, castle door. Chiding herself for her foolish wishes – at least the door didn’t turn into a ferret – she moved to open it.