x - 0002 [The Beginning]

[call_me_spooky]

We seek to persuade ourselves that the fabric of time and space is whole; we speak, if at all, of a tear, as though some fundamental, solid reality has been violated. A wound through which we pass out of our rightful world into some other space, some other time; another world.
And yet, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, we want to believe that this fabric is tightly-woven and in and of itself, inviolate. This place makes me wonder, though; are there cracks through which we've slipped, somehow passing in between the warp and the woof into this City? Perhaps the weave is not so fine; stories, images, lives trickle from one to another, distorted and reflected, as we've fallen through into this one.

My name is Fox Mulder. I ended up here yesterday, and I've already been told I'm stuck. So... Might as well get the practical stuff dealt with-- I need a place to live. Couch is fine if no one's got an extra bedroom. I don't take up much space since I've got nothing with me. Happy to start paying my share of rent once I get a job. I don't mind rooming with people who think I'm fictional, provided you promise to be gentle with the existential crises.

Which, uh, brings me to the other matter. I guess I'm probably going to apply to join the police here, and they'd like a couple of letters of reference if it's possible. Which I guess, under the circumstances, it might be. So, does anyone want to recommend me to them? Only the nice stuff, please.

Comments

[call_me_spooky]

Uh. Thanks? I think.

Oh, so you're a potential future co-worker, huh? Good to know. You were in law enforcement where you're from, I assume?

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, it's a good thing.

Looks like... and I sure was. Back home, I was with Miami Metro's homicide division.

... shit, I always forget this question applies here. Uh... when are you from?

[call_me_spooky]

I just can't shake the urge to start asking people to give me the winning lotto numbers for next week, you know? Or to ask how the Knicks are doing.

Homicide? Huh. That what you're doing here, too?

April, 1999. I'm getting the impression that I'm a bit behind the times, though.

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

Okay, the Knicks I don't think you want to know about.

I'm in intelligence here. The divisions aren't quite as specific as back home.

I'm from 2006 myself. Seems like I'm not that much more up on things, there's people from all kinds of worlds and times, way in the fucking future, and the past. I wouldn't sweat it.

[call_me_spooky]

Aw, man-- really? And here I'm stuck, and I can't call a bookie.

Now I'm just waiting for the Ghost of Christmas Future to show up. I hope I don't step on a bug and wreck my own reality or anything.

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

I don't think anything that happens here matters for you back home.

Well... unless you die here. Then you can't leave.

I've only been here about a month myself, so I'm not exactly an expert, though.

[call_me_spooky]

Well, that's a cheery thought. I'll try to keep myself in one piece.

I do appreciate the advice, Officer Morgan. I'll see you around, I guess.

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

Generally, I try to avoid dying anyway. Just, uh, it's not permanent here. If you die, you come back and are just stuck being the living dead here.

Don't worry about it, though. I'm sure you can take care of yourself.

Good luck getting yourself settled in, and getting the job sorted out.