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Danny Williams ([info]agentjersey) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
The image of him trying to lure his coffee-turned-mouse out from under furniture with a piece of cheese temporarily stopped him in his tracks. He took his hand off the cup, dropping it back to the table. "The coffee here isn't good enough to be worth that," he replied. He'd tasted better coffee when he'd gone to the jail to question an inmate but from the bored look on the barrista's face, she couldn't have cared less. He'd drink it anyway but maybe being turned into a mouse would be an improvement.

So if he was following what she'd said correctly, there was somewhere where a highly talented team of scientists analyzed bodies to help an FBI agent catch the killer and a galaxy far, far away wasn't just some fanboy's wildest dream. Which technically made this place some fanboy's wildest dream. That was something in favor of reality. Comic Con unleashed wasn't his idea of a good time. "We're real but that translates somewhere else into something fictional," he said, echoing a condensed version to show he had an idea of what he was hearing. "I would prefer to know if I'm going to be out in public." His gaze dropped to the phone sitting on the table beside his badge. Contacting the rest of the 5-0 team wasn't working but the mobile internet was working without a problem. He picked it up, hitting the button to bring up the mobile browser.

"If something stuck me here when I was in Hawaii earlier in the day, a bunch of people in a complex aren't going to help me get back. I know that much." So something brought them here, against their will, then dumped them off and just expected them to fend for themselves? "The mystical forces sound like the roommate everyone hates to have. Takes without asking and leaves you to clean up their mess." He'd had one of those back in Jersey. Needless to say, that didn't work out for long. "Sounds like the guy on that TV show about the crew of thieves." He had to find a job when he'd had one that he was not only good at, but enjoyed. "Normal rules haven't applied in a couple of months."


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