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godinthischillis:

His smile is so infectious, she can’t stop smilimg now that he’s smiling at her too. It was like nothing was going on around them, she was free from her previous worries. “— Two weeks, huh?” She finally clasps his hand. She’s almost afraid that she’s dreaming this all so she wants to keep him as close as possible. “— You’re practically a local now. You’ll have to find an English paper company and start eating meat pies instead of grape soda. You’re going to show me around, right? I’d hate to have to break up with you, if you don’t.”

“wow, beasley. you drive a hard bargain. let’s weigh the pros and cons here,” he opened the door of the coffee shop for her, waiting for her to go through. “honestly, that’s what i’ve been building up to my whole life. dunder mifflin? just a stepping stone into that red hot british paper industry.” he often treated serious things with a degree of flippancy—until they crossed into heavy seriousness, and then he was forced to straighten out and get a grip on the situation. right now? his ability to be serious had been seriously overloaded. “since we can’t have that, i guess i’ll have to show you all i know.” he walked outside, and gestured to the space around them. “annnd, that’s it. that’s all i know. i know this shop, and the apartments.”

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heartofember:

          Upon hearing the other’s reply, blue gaze turns towards him —— leery as she offers up a small grin nonetheless. After all, those groceries sure looked tempting.  “Yeah, leave it to me to wish for the one thing that would be of use when I was YOUNGER. Most of the fun stuff you gotta wait to be older.” A light quip, the girl however rolling her eyes at the reference. She heard it all the time with the book, && it only got  w o r s e  when the movie came out a few years ago. “They’re still in the Ease Side where I left their sorry asses. But hey, even a HIGH CLASS girl like me can help you carry those groceries. They sure look heavy.”

“oh yeah, just wait till tax season, it’s a blast. look forward to it all year.” it was a joke, because who liked tax season. he smiled a bit as she played along with the outsiders reference, a bit impressed that she even knew what he was talking about. “oh, what a shame. but thanks for the offer kid. i’m good though. two bags, two arms, we’re on pretty equal footing here.” he was ready to move past her, be on her way, and then he stopped—she was offering to help, it was a nice thing to do, she was probably alone... “but i am particularly weak, so i guess i won’t say no to some help.” he handed her one of the bags, filled with most of the typical american brand things he could find. “figured i’d go with a hotdog spread for dinner tonight. feeling a little homesick.”

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@rcnwecsley​

“hey.” jim nodded over to the other person in the small pastry shop. someone he recognized from the apartments—and he figured if he should be making friends with anyone, it should be the people drifting around in the same boat as he was. “here’s a tip for you, this place has the best blueberry muffins. don’t tell anyone else though, it’s kind of a big secret.”

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aquaffleofsorts:

“I suppose that is a possibility. I mean, I’ve yet to figure out how all of this works,” she said with a laugh. Angelina was willing to nod and agree with it though. “I think that thinking positively is honestly the better route for this all. I’m not ready for the rest,” she confessed before extending her own hand to shake his. “Angelina. Nice to meet you?”

“pleasure is mine,” he said, friendly enough as leaned back in the chair and sighed. on a second glance, the girl looked a little young. but she presented herself as more mature than...well, than jim himself. “i don’t think anyone has figured it out. as soon as someone does i hope they make a bulletin display. maybe announce it with a megaphone.”

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nxt-vermin:

Rocket hissed a large snarl, he hated humans, ever single one of them. (Except for Peter.) They all saw him for nothing more than a simple ANIMAL, a raccoon as they so named him. He’d never even seen one before, so he wouldn’t know the similarities; but he wasn’t a raccoon. He was something else; he just didn’t know what. Though others called him a monster, he believed that to be true as well, but he wanted to be something more. “I’m not a frickin’ Raccoon…” He mumbled, though it was mostly to himself. “Fine, I don’t need your damn help, I’ve never needed anyone’s help…”

“buddy, i don’t know if anyone has told you this, but you look a whole lot like a raccoon.” he blinked, and then rubbed his forehead, because obviously this guy, whatever he was, had also come from a different place. who was he to judge? besides, if he was going to be crazy, he might as well be full crazy. “well, that’s probably true. you don’t need my help. but i’m pretty sure that there is no such thing as a trading post for uranium, or whatever it was you asked for. at least not in this place. we’re all lost here so we might have to help each other.” yes, he might have to ask for help from a talking not-raccoon. his life had taken a very strange turn. but boy would he have a great time telling his grand children about this someday.

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godinthischillis:

She wasn’t much for public affection, but she can’t help but lean into his touch. She has missed him dearly so she reaches for him a little bit too, every second his touch lingers she starts to feel better. They were lost, but lost together. Mapless and hopeless but together. “— Street apartment? You always get the best of luck.” Her hand then moves to capture his that was on her arm. The corner of her lips raise and she smiles effortlessly. They’ve not been together long, but their friendship spans and there’s no one she’d rather be stuck with. “— How long have you been here, Halpert?”

“oh yeah, great real estate in london, honestly. couldn’t have done better if i tried.” he smiled down at her, at her easy smile, the same one he’d fallen in love with years ago when she had glanced over at him from across her desk. “long enough. i’d say about two weeks. my credit card still works, so i was able to pull some cash but uh, you know—could have done with that sweet bonus before this impromptu trip.”

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heartofember:

               LONDON —— a city she once yearned to travel to, && yet never a place she thought she’d ever end up ( especially having not planned it ). Despite the worries that lingered in her heart, there seemed to be no quick solution, no magic button one could press to go back home. HOME, a strange concept to begin with, one that she never truly had —— at least not by standard definition. Thoughts racing, pale digits toy with the numerous rings on her fingers, gaze down as she felt another presence, saying the first words to pop in her mind, as usual. “Do ya think it’s possible to develop an ACCENT if you stay in a place for long, even if you weren’t born there ?? Cause I gotta say that’d be pretty BADASS.”

“mm, yeah. guess it would help if you were younger.” he shrugged, arms full of groceries. the girl was in the apartment complex, which meant she was probably displaced. that, and she sounded distinctly american. great, more kids. not that he had anything against children, it was just—who was making sure they didn’t burn down the building or start some sort of outsiders-esque gang. “so, cherry. where’s sodapop and ponyboy?”

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loveableiidiot:

“Cars play sports?”

“not only do they play sports, they also dominate the entire olympic system now.” he assumed the kid was playing along with him.

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jvstaglitch:

“i’ve already disabled any of the tracking apps people use to find their phones. no one will find out you have it. she couldn’t help but smirk when she saw him inspect the phone despite saying he didn’t want it. it was always funny seeing temptation and curiosity do their job. and if he really didn’t want it she’d just drop it in some park it didn’t make a difference to her. she didn’t want it for anything more than a quick hack into the system. “oh sí. it’s a newer development. i hear they’ll scan your face soon. here, pass it back i can unlock it. then you can look at the games. that’s really the best part after all.”

“what the hell is on here that it could possibly need fingerprint identification. cure to cancer? secrets of the universe? future superbowl wins?” he handed the phone back to her anyway, because he really was curious as to how they worked now. technology moved fast, he knew that. he could adapt. besides, his phone wasn’t...that different. at least he didn’t have a razor. “i’m more interested in what the layout is, but sure, i could go for a game of snake.” he rubbed his forehead and nodded to the mysterious phone-snatcher. “my name’s jim. what’s your name? oliver twist? robin hood?”

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aquaffleofsorts:

“Can’t say that is a sport I kept up with but I’m sure it was,“ she said honestly. She tended to be sort of stuck in her own interests most of the time and Quidditch was the only sport she really dedicated herself to following.  “We can say that for here and maybe where we came from but - what if someone does pop up that has been involved in that?“

“fair enough. hopefully if that’s the case, they can tell that it’s far enough in the future that i don’t have to worry about it.” he was being intentionally glib, of course, because it was what he did. “but so far, we seem to be on the positive end of that issue. i’ll cross my fingers for non-nuclear winter.” he extended his hand. “i’m jim, by the way.”

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alicelddll:

she nodded in agreement with his plan. “that’s kinda like what i do when i get lost. it’s easiest to just go along with it, explore, and have some fun and eventually you’ll probably wind up back home.” sure, she had lots of questions, that she would continue to ask, but it wouldn’t ruin her day if she couldn’t fine answers. “yes as in the 1800s. based off some very simple math i’d say i’m a little less than two centuries in the future. pretty odd.” he almost seemed more stressed than her, which took some of the edge off of alice. “is it like an encyclopedia? that’s the best way to look up things back home.”

“...yeah, it’s sort of like an encyclopedia.” he felt vaguely responsible for her now, because god, if he’d suddenly been dropped 200 years into the future, he would hope that someone would be there to acclimate him. not only that, but she seemed young. maybe not as young as the shaky chihuahua of a child he’d met earlier, but young enough to need a little bit of help. “well, alice, since we’re both here and we don’t know for how long, you can come and get me if you need anything.” there, that was good enough, right.

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godinthischillis:

Pam hears her last name, recognizes the voice and prays her mind isn’t playing tricks on her right now. The first thing that she noticed about him - it’s always been the first thing - is his smile. He doesn’t have an unsual grin, it’s just usually more mischievous than it is right now. This one is relief, bliss. It doesn’t take much for her own smile to mimick his expression, as she’s pulled from the stranger and into his familiar arms. It takes her a second, but her own arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he holds her. “— Jim,” she says in a relaxed tone. She wasn’t afraid and alone anymore, nestles into his arms. “— My only explanation is that Dwight has drugged us and brought us here. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“you know, i thought that too—” he finally let her go, and then rubbed the back of his neck, head dipped slightly, just a bit frustrated that he didn’t have anything more to tell her. “but i’m starting to think this is a little bit too sophisticated a prank for dwight,” he said, clearly joking. that was his response to most stressful situations. offhanded sarcastic commentary was his strongest tool against complete panic. his hand reached out to touch her arm, to comfort both her and himself. everything about her was easy and familiar. her presence alone was enough to make him feel like things were going to be okay. so what if he was in london? so was pam. they’d figure it out. “i’ve tried everything short of getting a plane ticket back to scranton but i’m a little worried to try because i’m 100% sure at this point that it won’t work. but on the bright side, i have a lovely street view apartment. somehow.”

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godinthischillis:

Nimble fingers continued tapping across the counter, strained eyes narrowed as she watches what goes on around her. She’d been sitting here for hours, sipping from her cup of coffee she bought with the little money she had in her pocket and constantly hoping someone would come up to her to see if she needed help. She was definitely lost. She doesn’t recognize anything around her. Finally, when her back is tired of sitting in the same position for hours, she stands up, and carefully walks up to the person. She lightly taps on their shoulder. “— I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m quite lost. Do you mind if I use your phone to call someone?”

he’d been handling this all fairly well, considering he’d been dumped in the middle of london with no real way to get home, and no real explanation. still, there was little that could compare to the wave of relief he got when he heard a very familiar voice. there wasn’t a person in the world he’d rather see right now besides pam. “beasley?” he interrupted her conversation, interjecting himself in the middle and wrapping his arms around her. Relief, intense and exhaustive. “oh my god, when did you get here. how—well, never mind, no one knows how, you probably wouldn’t know how, and it doesn’t matter.” 

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jvstaglitch:

“you came here from the past?” she couldn’t help but frown at that, the idea of time travel reminding her too much of tracer. “that’s the boring part. let me know when you hit your midlife crisis old man. much more entertaining.” sombra commented with a snicker, despite the fact that by her math she was actually around his age. “here.” she didn’t think, just tossed the man a phone from her pocket. “it’s even a newer model. de nada. you might even have a few days before the person realizes their phone is missing and cancels their plan.”

“yikes.” jim looked at the phone on the table and then rubbed his face in his hands. “i don’t really see how having a phone for a few days will help me right now. particularly a stolen phone. i’d rather not be in future-jail, if that’s cool with you.” he’d already tried the phone thing—he couldn’t get in touch with anyone he knew. still...his curiosity got the better of him, and he picked up the sleek phone. it was nice. compact. no more flip phones? honestly, that was a bit of a betrayal. how do you angrily hang up on someone with a rectangle? “...it has fingerprint identification?”

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alicelddll:

“curiouser and curiouser. this is the first time i’ve been around a bunch of other lost people. how did everyone get here?” there was no way they all fell down a rabbit hole right? there wouldn’t be the space for everyone. it was confusing. not quite at the level as the first time she fell into wonderland but it was definitely getting up there.  “1876.” she answer after a beat. “it’s almost funny. i lived right outside this city and yet i still feel very far from home.” she paused, before shaking away the feeling and tilting her head. “what’s google?”

“no answer to that yet. personally, i’m still on the ‘this is all a dream’ team. which means i’ve just got to ride it out. which is what i’m going to do.” it was exhausting trying to figure the impossible out. but then the girl said she was from 1876 and jim had to hold up a hand. “hang on a second...” he paused. “as in, like, the 1800s? alright. wow. uh...” he looked around. this couldn’t fall to him. he was not the one meant to be orientating this young girl to an entirely different century, right? “...well, clearly, things have changed. google is a uh...” wow, how did one explain google with terms that someone from the 1800s would understand? “...google is a way to look up information.”

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loveableiidiot:

“Sports car? What’s a sports car?” 

“a car that plays sports, of course.”

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warlckism:

“Are we talking where I originated from or where I was before here? Because before here, it was still 2017, and I was in New York City.” Magnus simply said, eyeing the male. “40? you think 40 is old? Try being about 400 years old, then come back and tell me how old you feel then, doll.” he joked casually, sighing dramatically. “You need to get out into the world instead of sitting here, reading the telegraph and complaining about other’s creativity levels. You’ll lose more of your life that way than to actually live it.”

“originated? are you from a different planet? i feel like that term should be reserved for aliens. but that’s just me, maybe i’m a little slow on the uptake.” he smiled a little and closed the paper, nodding as if everything the other said made complete sense to him. play along, halpert. “right, 400. when i get there, i’ll be sure to send you a postcard. you’ll have to forward me your address. of course, then you’ll be 800 and i mean, wow, what’s 400 to 800?” he rubbed his forehead and looked at the man, who seemed younger than jim himself, let alone far below 400. what the hell was happening in this world. “yeah, see, the problem with that is i’m not from here, and i don’t want to get used to being here, because i won’t be for long. none of us will be. probably.”