oncehart (oncehart) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-26 22:39:00 |
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No one could ever say Lindsey McDonald was slow to adapt. A few hours with his tablet and talking with Angel, of all people, and he felt like he had a handle on at least the most confusing parts of this dimension. Then again, Lindsey had dealt with alternate realities before, more times than he could count. The fact that there was an Angel lookalike with a comparable sense of humor who was working as an FBI agent was a little strange, sure, but no stranger than the dimension filled with shrimp. And so far this was a lot less violent than any number of hell dimensions he could mention, so he wasn’t too worried about the residents suddenly trying to cut him in half and eat his intestines. That was a plus. He did figure that Booth wanted to take him for drinks to drill him about Angel or about him own past, though, and what the hell. Lindsey could probably turn that into a good time. Or at least a good free drink. So he used the map of the town and found his way to The Rabbit Hole, looking around for someone who looked like a slightly older, slightly less brooding version of Angel. |