[And then it hits him: this is not his Olivia. Again. And it can't be the other Olivia because she would at least recognize him. So what's going on? He's got several ideas: either this closet has thrust him into some third universe, her into his universe, or made some kind of weird time travel happen. Either way, this place is giving him the creeps.]
Oh crap. I'm sorry. I don't know you. I mean, I do, but a different version of you. This has... happened before. [He puts his hands up defensively.] I don't know exactly what's going on but if you give me a minute I can try and explain. My name is Lincoln Lee and I work for Fringe as well.
i really need to finish catching up on season three now...cortexiphanedAugust 9 2011, 22:05:28 UTC
[ It's definitely possible that he's telling the truth, and her gut tells her to believe it, but she can't. Not that easily. For all she knows, he's a shapeshifter that's trying to play some kind of mind game with her. In fact, she's pretty sure he has to be one, since people can't exactly universe-hop without severe issues. So she's heard, anyways.
Her hand stays at her holster, but she doesn't draw her gun out. Not yet, anyways. She decides to settle for wrapping her hand around the butt of it, just to let him know she's prepared to draw it in case he does something stupid while she gives him a chance to explain. ]
I'm sorry! I'll try not to spoil you! I thought you just meant your Olivia was from earlierffourscoreAugust 9 2011, 22:50:27 UTC
[He keeps his hands up and away from his gun because the last thing he wants to do is get his head shot off at close range in some mystery closet by some version of Olivia.]
It's... complicated. I don't know why, but for some reason, you have the power to cross through the universes unscathed. I don't know what's happened currently... but it's apparent the two of us are not from the same world... or timeline. Or something.
[Sometimes this job gets even too weird for Lincoln...]
I have a hunch this might have to do with a case we're working on on my side. What's the last thing you remember before you ended up in here?
oh, no! i don't mind spoilers. i wouldn't have tagged you if i did! i just meant i need to finish itcortexiphanedAugust 9 2011, 22:57:19 UTC
[ That doesn't really sit any better with her, but she relaxes her grip on her gun a little. She won't actually be removing her hand for a while, though. ]
Something a little too personal to share with someone I don't even know. [ Or someone she doesn't know if she can trust. ] What case are you working on? And how do you know I can come and go unscathed? [ She thought she remembered everything from when William pulled her over, but maybe there were still gaps in her memory. ]
whew, that's a relief. And dooo ittt it's awesomeffourscoreAugust 9 2011, 23:19:20 UTC
[He doesn't blame her. If he were in her shoes he'd do the same. He rests his hands on his knees where she can see them, relaxing just ever so slightly. That said he won't be making any sudden movements.]
I know you can because I've met two of you who've crossed back and forth. I don't know all the details of it. It wasn't my Olivia who figured it out. It was your Olivia and your Walter. Or- [he frowns] -the other Olivia and Walter. I'm not sure how you, personally, fit into this
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i just finished the seventh ep. i love olivia interacting with kids. ;;cortexiphanedAugust 9 2011, 23:27:06 UTC
[ All of that, unfortunately, is pretty believable to Olivia. Except one very important part: ]
Well, I don't know about you, Lincoln, but I wasn't sitting in a closet ten minutes ago. [ She was, in fact, sitting in her car, dealing with losing Charlie. Or realizing she had lost Charlie, since he'd actually been gone for a while. ] So while I could actually believe everything you just said, what I don't get is how I ended up here.
[ She glances towards the door. ] And why that won't open. Unless we were both in the same exact spot in our respective universes [ and timelines, for that matter ] and he somehow knocked us out and dumped us here, I don't think that's what's going on.
[ And she finally lets go of her gun in favor of rubbing her forehead. ]
[Lincoln shrugs, running a hand wearily through his hair.]
I have no idea. This guy's getting sharper with his experiments and doing new things every time we find one. He keeps leaving us in the dust.
But given the sheer amount of weird shit that happens on a daily basis with this job, this could be something completely different.
[Lincoln stands. He's about to move toward the door when he realizes that despite the fact that she hasn't shot him yet, they're not friends, and she could decide any minute now that he's a big fat liar and punch a hole through him.] ...Uh, do you mind if I try the door?
Yeah. Of course it could. [ It's more mumbled than anything, like she's talking to herself. That's the worst part about working with the Fringe division; she never knows what might pop up. Or, more importantly, how to deal with what pops up. She never feels like she's completely prepared for anything because she never knows what could happen.
She gives him a slight nod and takes a step back, giving him space to try to get the door open. If nothing else, he might actually be able to get them out of here as she contemplates how they got there in the first place. ]
and now for the crack...ffourscoreAugust 10 2011, 03:46:32 UTC
[He scoots around her with a nod of thanks. Once at the door he tries for the nob: with the same results she'd had previously. Obviously that route's a no-go. So instead he starts feeling around the door's edges. He can't even feel a breeze on his fingers. Something odd certainly is going on here.]
[He kneels down to the bottom crack where something catches his eye. A neatly folded piece of paper. He picks it up gingerly.]
Hey, Li- sorry, Olivia. I think I found something.
poor lincoln. this is going to make his life so awkward.cortexiphanedAugust 10 2011, 04:40:28 UTC
[ Olivia's still busy trying to figure out what's going on, so it takes a moment for her to lift her head and glances towards him. Then her gaze drops to the paper in his hand. ]
What is it? [ Without waiting for an answer, though, she takes the paper and unfolds it. And then lets out an awkward laugh. ] You have got to be kidding me.
[He takes the paper from her and reads it too. He lets out a snort.]
We're in a middle-school closet. Great. Fantastic.
[His eyes flick toward her momentarily. It's Olivia. Who he's dying to kiss. Who he kissed a very, very long time ago when he first started at Fringe. Or at least that's who she looks like. It's not her, Lincoln, it's not her..]
have you considered apping him anywhere? cortexiphanedAugust 10 2011, 04:51:51 UTC
[ She runs a hand through her hair and turns away from him, ready to start pacing until she remembers that there's no room to pace. So she lets out a breath, drops her hand and shakes her head at his suggestion. ]
I'm not so sure that's a good idea. [ She turns around again and runs a hand over her mouth. ] There has to be another way out of here. Some kind of... trap door or something.
Considered it. Haven't seen anything that caught my eye. got any suggestions?ffourscoreAugust 10 2011, 05:00:35 UTC
[He scratches the back of his head, looking around.]
I'm not so sure. You can't even feel fresh air through the door's cracks. And the fact that the two of us are here despite all odds leads me to believe this isn't just some room with an easy exit, with a trap door. Hate to say it.
betenoire, but that miiiiiight be because i apped liv there. (and am waiting to hear back.)cortexiphanedAugust 10 2011, 05:08:02 UTC
[ She glances towards the door, then moves towards it to feel the cracks for herself. And, just as he said, there's absolutely no air passing through them. Her hands move to her hips as she turns around again, searching the walls of the closet like they might hold some kind of answer. ]
So that's it, then? We just... make out? [ She glances over towards him again. ] You're not even going to try figuring something else out?
never heard of it. msg me the link and I'll check it out? :)ffourscoreAugust 10 2011, 06:32:39 UTC
[Lincoln rummages through the few coats hanging in the closet. Looking for something, anything. Nothing in the pockets, nothing of interest behind the coats. He kicks the shoe rack aside and, again, nadda.]
I don't have any better ideas. I know it's not an... ideal solution, but unless you're seeing something here I'm not, it's the best lead we have. As dumb as it sounds.
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What is going on with you?
[And then it hits him: this is not his Olivia. Again. And it can't be the other Olivia because she would at least recognize him. So what's going on? He's got several ideas: either this closet has thrust him into some third universe, her into his universe, or made some kind of weird time travel happen. Either way, this place is giving him the creeps.]
Oh crap. I'm sorry. I don't know you. I mean, I do, but a different version of you. This has... happened before. [He puts his hands up defensively.] I don't know exactly what's going on but if you give me a minute I can try and explain. My name is Lincoln Lee and I work for Fringe as well.
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Her hand stays at her holster, but she doesn't draw her gun out. Not yet, anyways. She decides to settle for wrapping her hand around the butt of it, just to let him know she's prepared to draw it in case he does something stupid while she gives him a chance to explain. ]
What do you mean, this has happened before?
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It's... complicated. I don't know why, but for some reason, you have the power to cross through the universes unscathed. I don't know what's happened currently... but it's apparent the two of us are not from the same world... or timeline. Or something.
[Sometimes this job gets even too weird for Lincoln...]
I have a hunch this might have to do with a case we're working on on my side. What's the last thing you remember before you ended up in here?
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Something a little too personal to share with someone I don't even know. [ Or someone she doesn't know if she can trust. ] What case are you working on? And how do you know I can come and go unscathed? [ She thought she remembered everything from when William pulled her over, but maybe there were still gaps in her memory. ]
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I know you can because I've met two of you who've crossed back and forth. I don't know all the details of it. It wasn't my Olivia who figured it out. It was your Olivia and your Walter. Or- [he frowns] -the other Olivia and Walter. I'm not sure how you, personally, fit into this ( ... )
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Well, I don't know about you, Lincoln, but I wasn't sitting in a closet ten minutes ago. [ She was, in fact, sitting in her car, dealing with losing Charlie. Or realizing she had lost Charlie, since he'd actually been gone for a while. ] So while I could actually believe everything you just said, what I don't get is how I ended up here.
[ She glances towards the door. ] And why that won't open. Unless we were both in the same exact spot in our respective universes [ and timelines, for that matter ] and he somehow knocked us out and dumped us here, I don't think that's what's going on.
[ And she finally lets go of her gun in favor of rubbing her forehead. ]
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I have no idea. This guy's getting sharper with his experiments and doing new things every time we find one. He keeps leaving us in the dust.
But given the sheer amount of weird shit that happens on a daily basis with this job, this could be something completely different.
[Lincoln stands. He's about to move toward the door when he realizes that despite the fact that she hasn't shot him yet, they're not friends, and she could decide any minute now that he's a big fat liar and punch a hole through him.] ...Uh, do you mind if I try the door?
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She gives him a slight nod and takes a step back, giving him space to try to get the door open. If nothing else, he might actually be able to get them out of here as she contemplates how they got there in the first place. ]
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[He kneels down to the bottom crack where something catches his eye. A neatly folded piece of paper. He picks it up gingerly.]
Hey, Li- sorry, Olivia. I think I found something.
[He holds it out to her.]
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What is it? [ Without waiting for an answer, though, she takes the paper and unfolds it. And then lets out an awkward laugh. ] You have got to be kidding me.
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We're in a middle-school closet. Great. Fantastic.
[His eyes flick toward her momentarily. It's Olivia. Who he's dying to kiss. Who he kissed a very, very long time ago when he first started at Fringe. Or at least that's who she looks like. It's not her, Lincoln, it's not her..]
Don't suppose we should try shooting our way out?
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I'm not so sure that's a good idea. [ She turns around again and runs a hand over her mouth. ] There has to be another way out of here. Some kind of... trap door or something.
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I'm not so sure. You can't even feel fresh air through the door's cracks. And the fact that the two of us are here despite all odds leads me to believe this isn't just some room with an easy exit, with a trap door. Hate to say it.
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So that's it, then? We just... make out? [ She glances over towards him again. ] You're not even going to try figuring something else out?
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I don't have any better ideas. I know it's not an... ideal solution, but unless you're seeing something here I'm not, it's the best lead we have. As dumb as it sounds.
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