Log:Lost Time, Scene 4

Lost Time 2017/01/20 	 Spirit|Dorian Ellbeth Pulsar Time Pharaoh|Tempus Pulsar Grimm Wolf Autolycus Abigail 4

During the meeting with Dorian, a call comes in to the conference room. Dorian takes it privately, and says to the room afterward, "Two problems came up at once. I need to head to Tranquility proper. Would you all be willing to check out the Main Street Tavern on Old Town? There's some kind of meta altercation going on involving an extra-terrestrial."

"You got it Commander- I can be there in a jiffy, unless you prefer someone accompany you to Tranquility?" Pulsar replies as he sits in his chair.

Dorian shakes his head. "It's classified. Otherwise, I'd take you up on your offer. But thank you."

Pulsar nods and stands up. He looks around the room waiting for the others to respond. "Of course. Next time maybe." He says as he becomes translucent going 'full hologram'.

Wolf clambers up to all fours, closes his eyes while he shakes out his fur, and then pads on over to follow Pulsar. ..

Ellbeth stands, "Main Street Tavern, you said, Dorian?" she asks to confirm. Then lifts her hands and speaks a 'word of power'. Stone pillers rise from the floor of the room followed by a lintel stone to complete the arch. The space within the arch shimmers and then shows the interior of the tavern. "Anyone along for the ride?" she then asks the rest of the group.

Dorian nods. "That's right. Thanks again, folks." He steps outside, heading toward the landing field.

The interior of the tavern looks...pretty busy. Someone goes flying past the opening of the portal, and lands on his back on the floor with a groan. There are a couple of other patrons lying across tables, looking unconscious.

"Woah... ok that's crash." Pulsar says aloud. "I'll ride. Mind if I go first? I doubt they can hurt me." He adds grinning to Ellbeth.

Though the portal itself reminds him of the mysterious woman in vanta-black & her miraculous teleportation system and that cat-thing.

He files through the gate, assuming he's the toughest one in the room he should take the brunt of the initial contact.

Ellbeth watches the flying someone and glances at the unconscious individuals. "Right place at a guess." she remarks.

Autolycus(#2832TOn)

A male alien with solid white skin and golden eyes. His hair is teal, and slicked back. He's wearing some kind of sleeveless jumpsuit/uniform, with gloves that go nearly to his elbow.

Wolf grins, fully in agreement with Ellbeth's assessment based upon the number of flying bodies and the noise level. He hops on through to back up Pulsar, and he blinks a bit at the sudden change of scenery, *poofing* slightly since these portal things always load up his fur with static electricity. He takes up station by Pulsar's left knee, in case he needs backup and/or healing.

Pulsar was enthralled by the portal and his distracted thoughts of the mysterious woman that he didn't look to see what was happening through the portal. He's about to cross the threshold by the time he sees what's happening. When he gets to the other side he's a bit shocked. This was not what he was imagining.

He looks around to try to find the source of this mayhem.

It's pretty obvious who the cause of the mayhem is. A white-skinned humanoid (Autolycus) is holding a man off the ground with one arm. There are several other bar patrons circling the man, looking for a good opening to strike.

Both Grimm and Wolf notice something else, though. Someone appears in the corner, out of nowhere. Much like your arrival, but not as flashy.

Gabrielle's hair begins to waft in the air the way it should were it underwater as dark energy outlines her form. She steps through the portal as her dark senses canvas the tavern and the back rooms, checking for anything unexpected along with the aliens.

Ellbeth is the last to step through the gate as she needs to hold it open for the others with her to cross over.

Pulsar only sees the alien, and so remains fully holographic. He attempts to fly between the brave patrons of the Main Street Tavern & this extraterrestrial who's injuring humans.

Pulsar begins speaking, loudly in fact to make sure he's heard.

"PUT THAT MAN DOWN IMMEDIATELY!"

Pulsar then says passing through the people circling Autolycus, "If you can understand me- put that poor man down immediately and let's talk this out. There is a civil solution to this- you just have to be willing to find it."

As soon as she sees Dr Temple after crossing over Ellbeth lets the gate close and attempts to freeze Temple's mind before he can depart.

Autolycus doesn't seem inclined to stop, as he's surrounded. He tosses aside the guy he's holding, and the thrown man goes over the bar, landing on the far side. A couple of patrons try to tackle him, driving him into the wooden bar with a thump.

As Gabrielle notices the doctor, her hair suddenly halting it's floating before gravity resumes and makes her hair drop down to drape normally. "Dr. Temple," she murmurs sympathetically, trying to place him within his own timeline. "What're you doing here?" It feels like some sci-fi time traveling show. Maybe she can convince him she knows the future him.

Dr. Temple freezes in place, looking into space. Or rather where Autolycus used to be.

Wolf circles around behind Pulsar, taking advantage of the fact that Pulsar is drawing everyone's attention. Since he's two-and-a-half feet tall and there's chaos, he'll travel underneath the tables to keep out of Dr T's view. Wolf will heal anyone who looks in danger of dying, starting with the people who got thrown onto the floor.

One of the patrons grabs a chair and takes a swing at Pulsar with it. "Another one of 'em! Get 'im!"

The chair strikes Pulsar in the side, causing it to break. The guy who swung it swears to himself.

Dr. Temple shakes his head as the cobwebs clear. "What the..."

This attack from behind prompts Pulsar to turn around. It takes a second and understanding can be seen to wash over his face. "Oh- oh no." He says as he turns around. "You poor deluded fools. We're here to protect you... and him too if you've attacked him unduly." Pulsar says crossing his arms and staring at the man who curses to himself who he assumes struck him.

The man who hit Pulsar looks like he's about to turn and run away.

Tempus looks over at Ellbeth, "Do I know you?"

Autolycus strikes one of the men who tackled him, and the guy falls away, slumping to the ground.

Tempus(#2831TOn)

A fairly unassuming middle-aged man in a suit, with glasses. He has a large chunky belt on, and a trenchcoat over that.

Ellbeth smiles at Dr Temple. "Not yet. But you will. Normally when I want someone to stay around for a chat I can arrange that. I've never seen anyone shake off the effect of my spell with such speed. So I guess I'll have to just ask politely. My name is Dr Ellbeth Wyrd. I'd like to talk with you."

Tempus raises a brow, "I see. Well, perhaps you can help me, then."

Seeing that Dr. Temple is ignoring her response, Grimm turns her attention to the alien. "And you, buddy, have got to stop fighting," she offers a warning and a raised eyebrow as she places her hands on her hips.

The alien goes to respond, and for his trouble, he gets slugged across the jaw by a patron.

Pulsar turns around to the alien and says, "I'm sorry please, let's get you out of here. These people are not indicative of all our people." He's trying his best to keep the peace without hurting anyone.

Then he has an idea- he squeezes his fist together and a row of holographic duplicates surround Autolycus standing in various defensive positions.

They are only holographic- but he hopes after being hit with a chair himself the others will buy the ruse.

That seems to do the trick. The other attackers panic...and bolt, heading for the door.

Dr. Temple says to the heroes, who are the only ones still in the room, aside from Autolycus and the bartender, "I came here to try to avoid a future catastrophe."

Autolycus stares at Tempus. "What are you referring to?"

Dr. Temple smiles, "You're destined to kill millions of people in the future, Autolycus. I'm here to stop that."

The alien falls into a defensive stance. "So, you're here to kill me, then? And the others are working for you?" Apparently he didn't catch the exchange between Ellbeth and Tempus earlier.

As the last of the angry mob departs, the holographic duplicates shatter into every smaller shards of light until they are just a glittering of sparkles at the feet of Autolycus.

Pulsar looks sympathetically at the alien, he's about to say something when Doctor Temple begins speaking to all of them. The Doctor's words shock him even more than the actions of his fellow humans.

The bartender slips off to the side, trying to keep as low a profile as possible.

"That's an unwarranted assumption, Autolycus. Let's hear Dr Temple out before there's any more unprovoked hostility." Ellbeth says, glossing over the fact the only unwarranted hostility so far has been her mental attack on Dr Temple.

Tempus nods to Ellbeth, "I am proposing having you come with me, Autolycus. I can show you the results of your actions, and put you on a different path. Sort of like the 'Ghost of Christmas Future'."

Autolycus tilts his head, "The what?"

"I won't be a party to murder- here today or ever." Pulsar says turning to Doctor Temple. He doesn't fully trust this 'time traveler'- but he's honor bound to give him a chance. "But if what you say is true, perhaps its a fair trade off."

Pulsar looks back to Autolycus and rubs his chin. "The Ghost of Christmas Future was a character from an old story who showed an angry old man th error of his ways."

Tempus smiles and says to himself, "After all...what would have happened had he become a painter?" He looks to Autolycus, "Well? Do you accept?"

Autolycus turns his head and can head the sounds of sirens approaching. "And would I be returned to here and now?"

Tempus nods to the alien. "You would be returned to wherever and whenever you would like."

Autolycus rubs his chin and looks at the assembled heroes, considering his options.

Pulsar turns to Autolycus. He taps his chin a couple of times as he considers Autolycus' options. Its quite the offer- and risk. There's no way of knowing if this Doctor Temple is just going to drop him off in the center of a star or take him on a 4th dimensional adventure of a lifetime.

Ellbeth asks, "Dr Temple, would it be possible for others, such as ourselves, to accompany Autolycus?"

Tempus shakes his head, "I'm afraid I don't have the ability to take that many people all at the same time."

And of course, Dorian may or may not have informed others of what was going on before coming to the meet. The fact that Abigail was aboard the most recently built US Carrier at Norfolk when she got the call... made her a bit late.

Either way, she was on call for Starguard, and that's a part of her duties, so she ran off and launched into the air... a supersonic flight towards ... Colonial Bay, the city that never seems to get enough of metas. Either way, she drops out of the sky, landing and dismissing her heat-haze looking Plasma field as she steps in through the front door... "Well, then I am guessing newcomers make things even more complicated. Huh?" she asks.

Tempus smiles, "And before you mention something about time travel allowing me to make multiple trips to the same time, it doesn't work that way. There can't be more than one of 'me' in the same moment of the time stream."

Wolf will hang out close enough to Dr T to get a good sense of what his scent is like, without interrupting the conversation. Also, he's been observing carefully the good Dr's Mental State, since presumably this is the healthy / hero version.

Autolycus nods and relaxes his stance. He steps over to Tempus. "Alright. I'm willing. Show me what you've got. Never let it be said I backed down from anything."

"Too bad I missed the fun part." offers Abigail as she sweeps her golden eyes about the room. She smiles when she sees Wolf and gives him a little half salute of greeting. But then she nods to the others. "So, we're talkin' time travel here?"

Tempus nods and reaches down, touching a button on his belt. "Thank you all for making this easier." He smiles...and then both Autolycus and Tempus disappear from sight. There's no sound or flash of light or anything like that. They're simply gone.

"Sure, never once." Pulsar says to Autolycus with a thumbs up before the's teleported away. He looks to Abigail and smiles. "Its good to see you again Colonel." He reaches out and offers her his hand.

Wolf pauses to *sniff* curiously at the spot from which the two strangers vanished. Shrugging with all four shoulders in a "?Guess that's that, then?" kinda way, he does another circuit of the bar and heals anyone else who needs it on their way out, presumably down to the barkeep and any unconscious patrons slumped under tables at this point.

The bartender comes back out of hiding, "They're gone?"

Taking Pulsar's hand, Abigail shakes her head, "Looks like I've become the Cavalry. Always arriving after the need for'em is past." she states before assuring the bartender, "Everything seems fine."

Ellbeth shakes her head. "Anyone else feeling like the whole world just shifted sideways?" she asks.

Wolf looks around to the rest of the remaining folks, to see if anyone else felt the "difference". ..

Wolf nods to Ellbeth, emphatically.