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alternativewriting2017-09-14 08:00 pm
weylandtime) wrote in alternativewriting2017-09-14 08:00 pm
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In between the Worlds and Time
After a mound of paperwork, Weyland Falkner, Regulator for the Bureau of Temporal Regulations, returned to work after his unexpected vacation to the islands of Medeitas. The return to schedule and routine comforted him. Daly was happy to see him and they returned to their partnership and made the betting pools on if they were partners or partners happy. That being said, he did miss Kristen a lot. More than he thought he would. He thought once he returned to his routines, the ache and loneliness would fade. Daly did help with it, but it wasn't quite the same.
One of the duties of a regulator was processing displaced people - like those who got stuck in Nexus points like Medeitas - before they were returned to their home time. That involved standing in a circular white room, as sterile looking as a hospital surgery room, if not more. In the dead center was a raised platform. The lighting in it made it nearly impossible to cast a shadow. The only color came from Weyland in his suit and tie, holding a black clipboard and a black pen and a console with three glowing red buttons on it. He didn't mind the duty, except that he didn't really have anyone to talk to and he couldn't have coffee in the room. It would ruin the mechanics, apparently. However, since returning a few weeks back, he definitely felt more emphatic towards the poor souls who got returned and tried to be a bit more personal when talking to them.
As he stood there, checking the paperwork on his clipboard, the buttons started to flash rapidly.
From red.
To orange.
To green.
The white circular platform began to glow three times and then flashed brightly before the light condensing into a figure.
Automatically, Weyland began his spiel, "Hello, and welcome to the Bureau of Temporal Regulations. I am Regulator Weyland Falkner and I'll be helping you with the ..." His voice trailed off as he actually saw who stood on the platform.
"Kristen?!" His voice cracked a bit as he spoke.
One of the duties of a regulator was processing displaced people - like those who got stuck in Nexus points like Medeitas - before they were returned to their home time. That involved standing in a circular white room, as sterile looking as a hospital surgery room, if not more. In the dead center was a raised platform. The lighting in it made it nearly impossible to cast a shadow. The only color came from Weyland in his suit and tie, holding a black clipboard and a black pen and a console with three glowing red buttons on it. He didn't mind the duty, except that he didn't really have anyone to talk to and he couldn't have coffee in the room. It would ruin the mechanics, apparently. However, since returning a few weeks back, he definitely felt more emphatic towards the poor souls who got returned and tried to be a bit more personal when talking to them.
As he stood there, checking the paperwork on his clipboard, the buttons started to flash rapidly.
From red.
To orange.
To green.
The white circular platform began to glow three times and then flashed brightly before the light condensing into a figure.
Automatically, Weyland began his spiel, "Hello, and welcome to the Bureau of Temporal Regulations. I am Regulator Weyland Falkner and I'll be helping you with the ..." His voice trailed off as he actually saw who stood on the platform.
"Kristen?!" His voice cracked a bit as he spoke.