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bonnie bennett knows what death looks like (thatwitch) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-03-22 14:27:00

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bonnie bennett, danny williams

Who: Bonnie Bennett & Danny Williams
When: March 21, 2011 - Evening
Where: Lawrence: Java Break
What: Bonnie goes to meet Danny to prove to him that he isn't getting punk'd.
Rating: PG

Okay, to say that Bonnie was super excited to realize that Danno was in Lawrence would have been an understatement. She knew that she probably looked like a crazy person right then, with the huge smile and random squeals of glee, but how often did you get to meet one of your favourite TV show characters? Well, when you were in middle of the apocalypse with a malfunctioning seal, the answer was very often for most people. But she had yet to see anyone she was actually a fan of show up. Until now.

She had discovered Hawaii Five-0 in Kansas, while she had been recovering from that fight with Abigail and before the Lady Gaga concert. She had ended up watching the entire thing in the span of that week and she hadn't regretted it. That show was pure eye candy and awesome snark. That was what all good television should be about. She could says she watched for the plot...but then she'd be a liar.

As she parked her Prius in front of the Java Break, she took a calming breath and ordered, "Do not freak him out, Bonnie. Do not fangirl him." Whether she actually followed the order remained to be seen. Getting out of the car, she actually managed to not look like a crazy person as she walked in. It was easy to find who she was looking for because he was quite distinctive with his dress shirt and tie in a room full of casually dressed people.

Picking up her pace, she sat down in front of him with a smile. "Hi, I'm Bonnie."

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thatwitch
2011-03-23 09:03 am UTC (link)

Bonnie could have been creepy and smiled right then, before saying, 'Oh I know.' But even she realized that was pretty crazy. Instead, she smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. So I wanted to show you something to show you that we're not all crazy here, but you have to promise not to shoot me if I do." She raised her eyebrows and directed her look to the gun that was holstered on his hip.

She was just glad that it wasn't Steve McGarrett she was dealing with. That guy probably would have blown something up by now. Not to say that what she saw of Danny Williams on Hawaii Five-0 indicated he was anything less than a hothead. Which was why she was looking at the gun somewhat warily.

She started to pick up packets of sugar from the holder on the table one by one. She would tear open one packet and dump the contents in front of her, before doing the same with the next one, and then the next one until she had a nice little mountain of sugar in front of her. "It's just that you don't believe anything that anyone was telling you, so I have to show you and I really don't want to get shot because I freaked you out," Bonnie continued, as if she didn't sound completely insane when you took her actions into account.

Finally she folded her hands in her lap, as she waited for his response.

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agentjersey
2011-03-23 06:35 pm UTC (link)

That wasn't at all foreboding and yet his instincts were telling him to give her a moment to prove everyone in this town wasn't a few cards short of a deck. "I don't shoot people unless they do something outrageously stupid that makes me have to," he said, taking the badge off his belt to toss it on the table. Still, as an extra reassurance, he tugged at the strap keeping the gun secure in the holster. "See? Not going anywhere." Especially not in a cafe with people wandering around.

Whatever Bonnie was going to try, it was likely that no one was in danger. On first glance, she seemed like the typical All-American high school girl. Yet there was something else about her he couldn't quite put his finger on. He leaned back in his seat, showing her his empty palms before clasping them together on the table in front of him, a casual, relaxed pose that he didn't feel at the moment.

"I also don't shoot people because I freak out. If you do that, then your superiors feel you don't possess the right qualities to be carrying a gun in the first place." She did have his undivided attention. Whatever she was about to show him would be one of the craziest things he'd ever seen or more proof that somehow he'd stumbled into a group of escaped mental patients. "Show me your proof."

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thatwitch
2011-03-24 07:59 pm UTC (link)

She gave him a little grin at that. "Trust me, this is as far from outrageously stupid as you can get. It's more along the lines of "Oh shit, did that just happen?"" Taking a look behind her to make sure no one was watching, her lips quirked further up as she smirked. Letting her hand hover over the sugar, nothing seemed to have happened but her hand was obscuring the view.

Looking over to Danny, she said, "Don't freak out." And then she lifted her hand away to show him that she was using her telekinetic powers to make the sugar dance in front of her. Without her hand keeping it in place, it floated up to about eye level, before it started to rain down onto the table again. Once it was settled back onto the table, she stared at it intently until it spelled out, "Welcome to Lawrence."

Then abruptly, she snapped her fingers and the sugar exploded noiselessly in a shower of colourful sparks, a quick and easy way to dispose of the mess. "I had been practicing that one for awhile," she said proudly. Bonnie picked up the empty sugar packets and closed her fist around them. Concentrating for a moment, when she opened it again, a small flower laid in her hand. Tucking it behind her ear, she looked at the detective again. "Well?"

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agentjersey
2011-03-25 12:59 am UTC (link)

When he was a kid, Danny's uncle would do a few magic tricks for the kids at family gatherings. The old knotted, magically appearing handkerchiefs, the quarter behind the ear. As he'd gotten older, those tricks had become less impressive as he'd figured out the slight of hand required to make them work and he'd quit believing in magic altogether. It didn't matter how otherworldly the trick looked, there was always smoke and mirrors behind it. A logical reason to why it worked.

Danny sat up a little straighter, eyes widening slightly, interest thoroughly engaged. He couldn't make heads or tails of what he was seeing. The sugar was moving on its own, in a way that no outside air source could make it move, not with the kind or precision it would take for it to write out the words sitting between them. Still, stubbornly, he continued to try and find some rational reason, something other than supernatural events. But the harder he tried, the more prominent the sinking feeling in his stomach became.

For the first time in a long time, he was speechless. He motioned to where the words had been before turning into the sparks before his hands dropped to the table with a soft 'thump'. "How," he started, then pitched his voice quieter when the woman glanced over the top of her glasses at them again when the word came out louder than he meant, "how did you do that?"

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thatwitch
2011-03-25 09:29 am UTC (link)

"Magic," Bonnie said with a quiet laugh, enjoying the feeling of thoroughly perplexing the detective. Not many people around here were as amazed by what she could do anymore and that was because many of them had seen and could do some amazing things of their own. She had no doubt that he was trying to figure out a rational explanation to what he just saw, but he had picked the place, the sugar had already been there when she got there, and even if she knew where he was going to be, she had no way of knowing which table he would choose to somehow tamper with the sugar.

Somewhat smug, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "So do you believe we're not crazy anymore? Or do you want me to turn that coffee mug into a frog?" She asked, gesturing to the mug sitting in front of him. "I mean, everyone does frogs, but what's wrong with the classics?" She was mostly joking about the frog. She could only manage baby mice right then, but she was determined to get it right one day.

Her smile became more subdued, as she reached into her purse and pulled something out. "I should give you this first though," she explained, showing him an amulet similar to the one that she was wearing. "It'll protect you from demonic possession so long as you keep it on. Keep it on." She placed it carefully on top of the badge he had thrown on the table earlier.

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agentjersey
2011-03-26 02:06 am UTC (link)

"Magic is smoke and mirrors and distractions to make you look here while they do something over there. That is..." Danny trailed off, staring at the spot again as he realized that there was no rational explanation. Unless she had been watching him since he arrived, there was no way she could have known where he would be ahead of time. The sugar was just that. Sugar. He raised his hand, drawing in a breath as if he was about to say something. Instead, he leaned sideways, looking under the table for some kind of evidence to the contrary.

Of course, he found absolutely nothing. Sitting up straight again, he ran a hand as he slumped back in his seat. As she motioned at the mug, he reached out and put a hand over it, pulling it closer. "I'd prefer it if my coffee didn't go hopping off," he stated dryly, although the temptation was there to make her prove that could happen. "Let's go back to what I believe, which is very shaky at the moment." He stabbed a finger at the table. "If the world is really ending and demons are really running around, causing all kind of of havoc, why does this thing need a guy like me? I can't do that." He nodded to the spot where the sugar had once been. It wasn't like he could arrest a demon.

Danny tensed slightly as she reached into her purse, eyes following the movement. The frown only deepened as he picked up the strange medallion after she set it down, letting it lay in his palm as he inspected it. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before, unthreatening, but important enough that, if he believed any of this, it kept the demons at bay. "Just this?"

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thatwitch
2011-03-29 09:59 am UTC (link)

"Well, I don't know what else to call it," Bonnie said with a tiny smirk that she didn't even try to suppress anymore. "Because where I come from, that's called magic and I'm what you call a witch. Just don't ask me where my broom is or I get cranky." She watched as he tried to make sense of what she had done, but when he found nothing and held his hand protectively over his coffee, she finally gave into the giggles that had been threatening to burst out for awhile now.

It wasn't her fault that this was so ridiculously amusing! "Don't worry, I can only manage mice right now anyway," she said, only partially joking. It was hard to stay lighthearted about this when he asked questions like "Why me?" though. Those questions she didn't have answers for. She doubted anyone did. "Honestly? I don't know. The seal, which is what brought you here, seems to pick at random. They brought a few magical people here and a few Jedi, but they also brought a kid here who can't do much more than colour within the lines. Why her? Why me? I can't answer that. Maybe it saw something in you that would help either side of this fight. That's how I'm taking it. We have a guy that works with the FBI. Maybe it brought you here to keep things smooth with the law."

She held out her own medallion, lifting it away from her neck to show him. "Just this. If you draw this symbol on the floor, it'll keep a demon trapped on it. There's a whole "How to" class at the complex that people might have mentioned to you already. Which is your safest bet to be, if you don't have any abilities."

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agentjersey
2011-03-30 01:40 am UTC (link)

"Of all the questions I've got, asking if that stereotype was true didn't come to mind." He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting, taking a moment to try and make some kind of sense of the situation. If he laid out everything he had just learned and the questions he still had on the worktable at the task force headquarters, it would have been the sign that it was going to be a long, stressful case. He opened his eyes when she started laughing. Was he really that amusing? "That's good. So instead of hopping off, it can go scamper under the shelves in the back room."

There was something about being told that it had been random selection instead of a specific reason that made the most sense so far. Or as much sense as any of this made. "Jedi? As in Star Wars?" he interrupted, holding up a hand. A troubled look appeared as she mentioned the child. He could question why he was there but a child didn't have a place or deserve to be there. "So I'm going to take it there's no one to complain to about the lack of permission asked before I was brought to Kansas," he stated, falling back on sarcasm. "The guy from the FBI, that would be Seeley Booth?" Once again, fictional.

"That area of my resume is lacking." He turned the amulet over in his hands, studying it. This was supposed to keep a "demon" at bay. Loosening his tie, he put the amulet on and tucked it under the collar of his shirt. It couldn't hurt to roll with it at the moment. "So this complex. What's the going rate for staying there? Is there some kind of trade off for people who don't have money to start with?"

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thatwitch
2011-03-30 01:07 pm UTC (link)

"Well, if I did turn it into a mouse, you know you'd just need a piece of cheese to lure it back, right?" She asked leaning back into her chair. If he was going to be sarcastic, she would go with it. People dealt with hearing the kind of news she was giving out in all kinds of way. She was just glad that his gun was staying holstered.

"That's...the other thing. Jedi are fictional. Booth is fictional. Except not where they come from. Some of us that are taken are from TV shows, movies, and books. I don't know why, but it's for real. As far as I know, I'm not, but I never bothered to look." There had been a troubling moment when she had first arrived here and had tried to MapQuest Mystic Falls and she was told it was fictional, but she had shut off her phone at that and refused to look further. She looked at him somewhat uncertainly, not sure how to break Hawaii Five-0 to him. "I didn't want to know. But would you want to know if you were fictional or not?"

She leaned forward then. "The complex was started by people like us for us. You could complain to them, but they can't do anything about it to send us back. It's rent free and they provide some basic necessities and some pocket money, but you'll need to find a job or some way to make cash if you want to survive here. There's a guy here, Hardison, who can get you the right papers for a new ID, but there are plenty of places willing to pay under the table. And yeah, you're a cop, but normal rules don't apply when you're kidnapped to an alternate dimension."

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agentjersey
2011-03-30 05:38 pm UTC (link)

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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