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.

Comments

[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...