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Two men. One bar. Nothing unusual. Businessmen will frequent bars now and then, it's just something people expect them to do.

And they're doing it.

Making their way past all the patrons this establishment has [no ordinary pub we have here], they head towards the bar and place their orders for hyper-distilled spirits [standing policy about intoxicants], a handful of business magazines, and possibly some light edibles as well.

That in hand, they make their way towards a table.

Here their breast pockets [on one man it's on his left, the other, the right (who happens to have a scar on his face)] begin to wriggle and bulge slightly. Something is in them.

One head pops out. Then another. It's an animal. A very small animal. Two. A pair of stoats, to be exact, eagerly waiting for the men to sit down so they can get out of those stuffy pockets and get some fresh air, thank you and please.

Request granted as seats are taken and the two animals begin to wrestle about on the tabletop, much to the amusement of the men.

Just another day at the Bar at the End of the Universe, where company might come from....

Date: 2009-12-10 05:23 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Default)
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They're not far from a man who's met the humans before, although Gordon's never seen either of the stoats. He glances up from the flat-sided test tube he's rigged up a chain for- it hangs around his neck- and notices the wrestling mustelids. "Huh," he says. "I don't think I've seen those before."

Date: 2009-12-10 05:41 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (young)
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"I meant that species," says Gordon. "I've seen weasels, but... those aren't weasels, are they?"

We'll assume, then, for simplicity's sake that he was wrong, and he hasn't met these humans before. Or something. It makes matters easier. Right?

Date: 2009-12-10 06:12 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Sati)
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"Ah," says Gordon. "That explains a bit."

At the sight of the stoats blinking, Gordon looks down. "Sati, I think they're looking at you."

"You're probably right," says a quiet little voice from the test tube around his neck. "Hi there."

There's a part of the test tube which distorts its contents visibly; it's a high-powered magnifying lens of sorts. A tiny creature that somewhat resembles a segmented rice grain with six legs waddles ponderously into view and waves its foremost limb at the stoats.

Date: 2009-12-10 07:28 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Sati)
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Gordon smiles faintly. "Everyone does, back home," he says. "Except for the people who've been altered by the Combine."

Date: 2009-12-10 10:37 pm (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Default)
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It doesn't go well for them, no. There's... a lot of horrible things involved.

"From what I understand most people here don't have them," Gordon says. "A lot of worlds seem to be like that. I'm not sure why."

Date: 2009-12-11 12:03 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (eyebrows up)
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"No kidding," says Sati. "It's weird."

"Sati, shush. Someone might hear you," says Gordon. "Anyway. My name's Gordon. This is Sati. Who're you?"
Edited Date: 2009-12-11 12:04 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-11 12:39 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (civvies)
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"Good to meet you," Gordon says. "All of you."

He's not entirely sure whether to say 'all four' or 'all two', honestly.

"You've been coming here for a while, then?"

Date: 2009-12-11 12:49 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Default)
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"Off and on," Gordon says. "The door's a little tricky for people from my world, time-wise."

"You spent two months here and it was twenty years back home," Sati points out.

"The greyface interfered with that. That hardly counts."

Date: 2009-12-11 01:00 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (...)
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Gordon's gonna boggle for a while, okay? He thought it was just him and Alyx in that particular situation.
Edited Date: 2009-12-11 01:01 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-11 01:22 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (...)
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Gordon just nods silently, but Sati pipes up with, "Darn tootin' we are!"

Date: 2009-12-11 01:43 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Sati)
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"Huh," says Gordon. "I didn't think that kind of thing was possible without outside interference."

So to speak, anyway.

Date: 2009-12-11 01:55 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (use the vorts)
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"There's a race of dimensional aliens in my world," Gordon says. "They've occasionally created bonds between humans."

Well. Once is an occasion.

"And the result's been the ability to handle the other's daemon, among other things."

Date: 2009-12-11 04:16 am (UTC)
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"It wasn't something that ever came up," Gordon says. "The procedure was an extreme emergency action."

Date: 2009-12-11 04:25 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Sati)
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Gordon inclines his head a moment. "And vice versa," Sati chimes in.

Date: 2009-12-11 04:43 am (UTC)
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"Her," says Gordon quietly. "Her daemon."

And it's not the only thing, but... well, the rest of it is too complicated to explain. Gordon's not entirely sure he understands it himself.

Date: 2009-12-11 05:43 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Combine)
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"Hm?" Gordon glances up. "Oh, well- it's 2021, where I am. Earth's been under the rule of an alien empire called the Combine for the past sixteen years or so. Trans-universal raiders. Conquered the planet in seven hours."

Date: 2009-12-11 06:08 am (UTC)
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"Something like that," Gordon says. "The humans they've taken for 'upgrading' into their Overwatch soldiers... no one's ever seen an Overwatch with a daemon. Or an Overwatch who does anything except what the Combine tell him. Most of their armies are synths- bionically upgraded and controlled organisms from half a dozen universes. The Overwatch is their way of testing whether we'd make good synths ourselves."

Date: 2009-12-11 06:50 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (yes well)
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"Not many," says Gordon. "I'm told there's maybe twenty million humans in North America in general. I don't know how it stands in the rest of the world. The people I'm with tell me it's pretty bad overall, though."

Date: 2009-12-12 04:28 am (UTC)
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"Unfortunately," Gordon says. "We've managed to cut them off from their home dimension. Just barely. But they've still got their forces on Earth... and that's a lot of forces."

Date: 2009-12-12 04:55 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (Sati)
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The disturbing part is that it represents more hope than the human race's had in sixteen years.

"I don't expect it to," Gordon says quietly, glancing down at the test tube.

"I don't know, Gordon," Sati says. "If anyone's going to live to see this thing through it'll be you."

Gordon just shakes his head and reaches for his beer.

Date: 2009-12-12 05:18 am (UTC)
acts_of_gord: (contemplating)
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"That," says Gordon, "sounds like it'd be a step up. How bad do they get?"
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