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Who: Agent K and Various
What: A trip to his univers and a discussion about going to Linda's
When: During the The Voyage Home plot.
Where: Security / MiB verse
Notes & Warnings: I'm aiming for humor with this one, so it shouldn't get over PG-13. Information on Kay's home here.

A Talk with Linda

[Kay is in his office, sorting out his affairs. Everyone else might be taking this as a fun chance to go home, or else they should in his opinion. Kay's intentions are practical, and he wants to follow through on a promise.]

[He's already planning on asking Una and Narvin to come along, despite the fact that he knows there's a bit of oil-and-water there, two differing perspectives might get him answers concerning Linda's dilemma than just his own. One with a miraculous gift to face situations of high pressure with cool and calm and ingenuity (something Kay holds in high regard), and another with a brilliant intellect rarely encountered. Too bad he has none of that latter calm and is prone to fits of destructive paranoia.]

[Still, with both of them helping him it will be a great advantage.]

[When he sees Linda go by, he calls out to her.] Esquivel. I want a talk with you before I go.

Una and Narvin's big Adventure

[It's a mercifully short line at the intake, and by mercifully short one also means that it's nearly a fifteen minute wait. Kay is staying with them because he has to clear the tech that he brought back. For once, he's not wearing his security uniform from Quadratus but rather his valued black suit, something he's been missing and something that's crucial to his identity.]

Are you both doin' alright? [He checks back with them, waiting for the big sluggy grub alien in line in front of him to squirm forward.]

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Hey. [He chides Narvin.] Don't start a diplomatic incident. You just got here. And you-

[He steps around Una, hands in his pockets as he looks at the alien with a glance that might as well have been a slap.]

Restrain yourself. If you noticed back there at the head of the line there is a number of rules, one is to not engage with physcially people that are not in your party unless lingual interaction on the sides of both groups is established first. Also no mating displays in the customs line.

[He moves back into place giving them both an apologetic smile.] I apologize for that. You know how overeager tourists can get.

[There's an incredulous look on her face at mating displays, but she decides she really doesn't want to know.]

Ah. Yes. No offence taken.

[She looks around again.] This is extraordinary.

Mating displays?

[Oh Rassilon.]

That was merely his eye, wasn't it?

[Narvin's question goes unanswered as he motions around him.] This is where I work. Technically this is only Division 6. The first founded but there are many more throughout the planet. Not to mention the acquatic one to account for oceanic visitors.

And are they all always this busy?

[Up ahead she can see something like a three-foot-tall bipedal elephant making noises in a language she's never heard before, but which have the unmistakable indignant do-you-know-who-I-am sound that seems to be universal in all languages.]

Pretty much. For the ones that don't come to reside on Earth there are a lot that come to study it as the rise of a culture or just to see the sights.

[He finally gets up to the desk, and starts unloading things.] Hello, DoubleQ. [A vague greeting as he's lining up some Quadratus fruits he's wanting them to take a look at, then the spawner, and then he steps back to let them run their stuff by.]

[Narvin sighs and removes his staser from a dimensionally transcendental pocket. He'd rather keep his weapon on him, and concealed, but the risk of getting detained if caught smuggling a weapon in just wasn't worth it.

At least this place looks safe enough.

After the staser comes assorted harmless gadgets and tools. More than ought to fit in his pockets.]

See the sights? I never thought there was very much to see on Earth aside from the Great Polyhedrons of Egypt. But then, I've only seen a small part of 20th century Germany.

Pyramids. Say polyhedrons here and you might stand out and be a little conspicuous.

Which might be the hard part- you can't let humans know what you are. But that's part of why I asked you. I figured one of you had that down pat and the other at least gets that its important and... [Kay makes a round sort of motion with his hands] ...means well.

Anyway.

I'll tell you why I asked ya along once we're outa the line here. [And they are an odd pair to bring, certainly.]

[Una snorts a little at "polyhedrons". She unslings the leather messenger bag in which she's carrying a fairly standard array of late-twentieth/early-twenty-first century odds and ends—even some US currency—and unbuckles her shoulder holster. She's only carrying the Travel Agent needle gun this time, not her S&W. She thought that might be overkill this time. Even in America.]

Don't worry, Narvin. We'll cover for you if you accidentally say anything silly.

[She's looking forward to Kay's explanation, frankly.]

Edited 2015-05-13 12:45 (UTC)

[The man at the desk looks questioningly at the needle gun, but Kay just nods for him to let it through.]

Maybe we should get him a handbook.

...Seriously, we actually have a handbook for settling into the environment. Not all of these people are tourists. Some are refugees, people seeking political asylum in neutral territory, and the occasional person seeking escape from legal consequences. Which, if they fuck up, they get booted right off the planet again.

[Narvin crosses his arms.]

I've been undercover on Earth before, you know. It was in 1939, but I can't imagine that much has changed in less than a century. [He says the word "century" like other people might say "decade."] I'm sure my human studies for that assignment will all come back to me. "Sieg Heil" and all the rest.

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[Una rolls her eyes at 1939, but actively flinches at Sieg Heil.]

That is not going to go over well here at all.

You gotta trust me, that was never in vogue here. Especially now. [He gestures for them to follow him off towards the display room, with the various array of gadgets out everywhere.]

Don't touch anything without asking first. [He says even before they get there, but that's more for Narvin than Una. He's 90% sure he'd pull a Jay, but Una tends to be sensible.]

[Maybe.]

Ah yes, they must have lost that war by now. The Sieg never materialized. Mind you, it sometimes seem as if every amateur chrononaut with a primitive time drive attempts to change the outcome one way or another. If they're not trying to create an alternate reality where the Nazis conquer the globe, they're trying to assassinate Hitler before his rise to power. In the Agency, we call that era The Front Door, because everyone passes through it at some point in their early career.

[Narvin cranes his neck to look at the unknown devices just a little bit closer, curiosity bubbling up.]

What are those things? ...Is that a compressed-space mass to energy transfer anti-singularity? [He tilts his head in fascination. It's perhaps not as good as weapons tech, but he suspects that any of the really interesting weapons are probably kept locked away somewhere, in the MIB's equivalent of the Anomaly Vault.]

People trying to change history is a big problem here, too. A lot of guys wanna kill me off. Also, you would actually be right. [He's actually impressed Narvin recognized one so quickly, chromy and bright as it is. But then he quickly says-]

Remember not to touch it.

[Yes they are locked away somewhere.]

[Una keeps her hands to herself, because she can scarcely guess what half the items here are. She pauses in front of a thing that looks like a hand-held garden sprayer and gives Narvin a sardonic look.]

There's an "alternate reality" [you can hear the inverted commas] out there where Hitler's a police chief in Berlin. Which sounds to me like someone succeeded in changing matters in at least one parallel, for a certain definition of success.

[Baiting Narvin? Maybe just a bit?]

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Failed time lines. [Narvin sniffs.] Unimportant, I'm sure. I've travelled to a few of them myself.

In her universe you can't deem it failed. Things might be working differently for her. Especially since contact with Quadratus's universe is creating stable timelines.

[He picks up a "snowglobe", but when he holds it out to them gingerly, it's obvious there are tiny people (of a sort) inside. A whole village of them.]

Don't worry. You can't break it and the people inside won't feel the movement.

[She doesn't even try to hide her eyeroll at Narvin's comment. It's impressive how he manages to be ever more full of himself at nearly every turn.]

Depends on your definition of failure, I should say. To the people living there, I rather think it's doing quite well.

[Cautiously she takes the snowglobe from Kay, holding it gently in both hands. Her expression goes from wonder to a kind of shock and horror at the realization that the people within are actually alive.]

What happened to them?

Someone decided to make a pet display of a "lesser" race. We confiscated it, but opening it would kill them in our atmosphere. And their world was completely decimated for the purposes of making these.

They basically live here now. Self-sustaining, but forever limited.

I brought you guys here because I need help fixing a problem like this on a much larger scale.

[Narvin tilts his head, curious, peering at the snowglobe and the tiny people within. As Kay explains the situation that created it, he automatically glances up with nervousness on his face. If, in this universe, such a thing could happen to those people in there, there was logically no reason it couldn't happen (or have happened) out here, too. And although Narvin enjoys a nice safe dome, he'd rather it be one of his own choosing.]

Just how large a scale are you talking about?

[Una says nothing, but hands the snowglobe back to Kay, shaking her head as she does so. There's a look in her eyes like grief.]

On the scale of a human town. [He puts the little globe back down where it was.]

Linda's town was covered by a dome. She gave me what information she had before she left, which isn't too much, but it's enough to say that people of their technological capacity aren't gonna be able to get rid of it.

Also the government is firing a missile at it.

I'm actually guessing it won't break through but that still won't help the people inside much.

It does mean that it would be trifle counterproductive if we were to time this poorly and take down the dome while the missile was in mid-flight.

What sort of dome is it that they can't break down? A physical structure, a temporal bubble, an energy field...? The average 21st century Earth society barely has the technological capacity for simple computing.

You're right. They absolutely shouldn't.

[He gestures around him, at all the gadgets.] But obviously some other people do. Ahd I wanted to do some testing.

We're authorized to temporarily dome certain small sections of the New York countryside. The people inside won't remember, and will be compensated for it. But it's the best way to test ways to get out of different sort of dome barriers.

And I need you two to help come up with solutions. We got scientists here, but I don't really wanna call them in on what isn't official MiB business.