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[ The device turns on to a man looking just a hint disheveled, but overall he looks very mild and gathered. He's taken his time to calm down by now, after all. ]
Ah, hey, so I read the... [ He lifts the pamphlet and waves it a little, though not at all dismissively. ] ... this little brochure. Very helpful, actually, so thanks to whoever wrote it. And yeah, you guessed it, I'm new.
[ It might be a little difficult to tell whether or not he's being honest in his appreciation, but this time he really is. ]
So. Parallel universes, who would've thought. Guess stranger things could've happened. [ Except not really. But it's nice to think that. ] I won't bore any of you with questions, I got the gist of it by now.
But I'd like to know if there are any experts out there, if I can pick your brain. Not just on alternate realities, but space and time traveling, wormholes, portals, pocket universes - which is what I'm assuming this all is.
[ He sets the brochure aside and rubs a hand briefly down his face. ]
Because here's the thing - how does a place like this even happen? This is tiny, unbelievably so. Even if opening a wormhole that can actually travel across different dimensions without any visible devices or power source, how can it happen with several? Because for not just one or two universes, but dozens or hundreds of them to be converging here, and from fluctuating times and points within them, this place should be... I don't know, torn into pieces, disintegrating entirely. No laws of physics can explain this, and just - you know what, just spare me the speech on how physics don't work the same way here.
[ He's trying to keep it simple for the common listener, but just in case he didn't succeed, he adds as a final thought. ] This place is impossible.
[ Not that he won't try to make some sense of it, and for now at least seeing if he can find someone who'll help him with that seems like the best option. That, and finding a quiet corner where he can stay. ]
Thanks for listening. And for answering, if you do. [ He hesitates for a moment before he finally decides to add. ] Name's Bruce Banner, by the way.
[ Not that he has a lot of hope that he'll find someone here he knows, but... well, yesterday he'd have said something like this would be hilariously impossible. So who's to say. ]
Ah, hey, so I read the... [ He lifts the pamphlet and waves it a little, though not at all dismissively. ] ... this little brochure. Very helpful, actually, so thanks to whoever wrote it. And yeah, you guessed it, I'm new.
[ It might be a little difficult to tell whether or not he's being honest in his appreciation, but this time he really is. ]
So. Parallel universes, who would've thought. Guess stranger things could've happened. [ Except not really. But it's nice to think that. ] I won't bore any of you with questions, I got the gist of it by now.
But I'd like to know if there are any experts out there, if I can pick your brain. Not just on alternate realities, but space and time traveling, wormholes, portals, pocket universes - which is what I'm assuming this all is.
[ He sets the brochure aside and rubs a hand briefly down his face. ]
Because here's the thing - how does a place like this even happen? This is tiny, unbelievably so. Even if opening a wormhole that can actually travel across different dimensions without any visible devices or power source, how can it happen with several? Because for not just one or two universes, but dozens or hundreds of them to be converging here, and from fluctuating times and points within them, this place should be... I don't know, torn into pieces, disintegrating entirely. No laws of physics can explain this, and just - you know what, just spare me the speech on how physics don't work the same way here.
[ He's trying to keep it simple for the common listener, but just in case he didn't succeed, he adds as a final thought. ] This place is impossible.
[ Not that he won't try to make some sense of it, and for now at least seeing if he can find someone who'll help him with that seems like the best option. That, and finding a quiet corner where he can stay. ]
Thanks for listening. And for answering, if you do. [ He hesitates for a moment before he finally decides to add. ] Name's Bruce Banner, by the way.
[ Not that he has a lot of hope that he'll find someone here he knows, but... well, yesterday he'd have said something like this would be hilariously impossible. So who's to say. ]
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Isn't that a comforting thought? This'd be hell on my career back home.
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I can guess, yeah. [ His smile is a knowing one, and as they reach their floor, he looks around at the doors. ] So which ones are your rooms?
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[She admits this with a crooked smile, crossing her arms over her chest as she flicks a mischievous glance sideways at him.]
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I'll give that a thought. [ It's still... confusing to think how this magic might work, and when he reaches for the doorknob he still has no idea what he wants it to look like. The houses he'd taken up in Rio, Calcutta? Holes, hideouts, places hardly he'd like to revisit. He'd barely been at the room in New York long enough to even remember it properly. So it's in that uncertainty that he slowly opens the door and sees what his subconscious decides to surprise him with.
It's a motel room, out of all the places. Bruce's face opens in stunned surprise, enough that he doesn't even think of shutting the door closed again. ]
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The surprise on his face distracts her from her thoughts, however, as she glances from the room to him and back again, a small frown on her face.]
Bruce? Are you alright?
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Then he shakes his head, pulling the door just enough that neither of them can see much of the room anymore. ]
Sorry. Yeah, I'm fine.
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[Her voice is quiet as she gives him a little space, because whatever this motel room meant, it was more than just a place he stayed at once. It has meaning to him.]
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[ Out of all the places, honestly, he'd have never thought. But now he's seen it, he knows it could've never been any other. ]
It was a place I stayed at once.
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Instead, she carefully tests the waters a different way.]
Would you rather a different room? If you close the door you can try again.
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Alright. Is there anything else I can help you with then?
[Giving him an out if that's what he needs right now, the time and privacy to deal with whatever reactions the room on the other side of this door gave him.]
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No, thanks. I think for now I'll get settled in.
[ Some time alone to cope with all this will be the best for him. ]
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Alright. If you need anything, I'm just there. I'll see you later, Bruce.
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[ And once she makes her way down the hallway, he turns around to step into the room that's now his. ]