Operation: Chrono Storm

[alertcommando]

The door opens into a busy hallway, soldiers and associated personnel moving this way and that in the controlled chaos that precedes a battle. A few casts puzzled glances at Annabelle, but say nothing, noting how the blonde woman is being escorted by the Special Agent.

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[alertcommando]

"Indeed." He smiles, salutes, and walks off.

As soon as he's out of sight, Tanya slumps down to a seat on some crates. "Oh god."

It's... over?

It's over, really? It will take a while getting used to it.

[aeons_crackshot]

Maybe an Annabelle will help? She sits down next to Tanya on the crates, putting an arm around her friend.

"Merry Christmas," she says with a grin. "I don't think I could buy you anything to top this."

[alertcommando]

Tanya blinks. "It's... February. Over Christmas I was blowing up Red Army submarine pens in the caribbean." Tanya gives a rueful smile. "Time flies when you are fighting a war."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Huh. It's still early December at the Bar," she says with a shake of her head.

She pokes her friend. "You should have told me that I was late with your Christmas present," she teases.

[alertcommando]

Tanya pokes back. "I did not even remember the date... and it means I'm late with yours too."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Not if we're reckoning time by home dimension," she protests. Then she laughs, because how often does that come up in normal people's conversation?

[alertcommando]

She grins, and gives her friend a hug. "I'll find something nice for you."

"Now... should we find a door back? It's... well, I think we'll be vacating the premises soon." Or so she hopes.

[aeons_crackshot]

She grins, hugging her friend. "That would probably cut down on the awkward questions," she replies.

[alertcommando]

Tanya gives a nod, getting up.

It should not be too hard to find a Milliways entrance in the city: they have plenty of doors around...