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What the hell kind of place was this? With everything that the Agency had put him through, Bobby Hobbes had learned that expecting the unexpected just couldn’t cut it. From a man with poisonous skin, to a woman who can turn you old with a bite, that retrovirus that made him a genius, and whatever the hell else had left him confused, annoyed, and desperately needing a vacation. “What…” he paused, shifted his grip on the box of donuts he was carrying and glanced around. Well, that he had been carrying around until just a minute ago. Instead there was now a bracelet on his wrist, and Hobbes immediately tried to remove it, not doing much more than scratching his arm in the process.

Things were never exactly calm at the Agency, even though Darien now had his quicksilver under control, but that didn’t mean that Bobby Hobbes didn’t enjoy pretending he had some time off. What was going on? A hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing for his cellphone. After only a minute of searching he pulled his hand out of the coat, frowning. Nothing. Not even the order slip for what everyone wanted from the bakery. “Too good to last, huh?” Hobbes muttered, glancing around the room with a scowl.

Nope, didn’t have his gun on him either. Well, this was swell. “I swear to god, Stark, if this is one of your games,” he growled, fists raised in a battle-ready way. Oh, it was true that things were never calm at the Agency. Moving from sponsor to sponsor helped with that aspect, and now Hobbes was way past missing working for Fish and Game. He was certain that this wasn’t some trick that anyone could pull. That left on dangerous enemy. “If this is a Chrysalis move,” Hobbes said to himself, running a hand through his remaining hair. “Fawkes… you gotta stay safe.” He couldn’t afford to have Chrysalis get their hands on Darien. He pulled on the door, cursing when it. “Can someone hear me! I am a government agent. Holding me here is a violation of federal law!”

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Oh, Darien knew that voice and had almost started dancing at the fact that his best friend and partner had arrived, but he restrained himself and just used his tablet to speak to Hobbes, having no idea how to change it to something less likely to make Hobbes' conspiracies rear their heads.

"Too late for that, little tiger." He waved and couldn't help but grin. "And I don't think working for the Agency will give you any leverage here."

Hobbes jumped about a foot in the air, knocking against the door as he looked around for the source of the voice. Of course he knew it was Darien, but... how? Chrysalis was working much faster than he thought. "Fawkes? Where are you? We need to get you out of here. If they find out that you were given the antidote-"

As soon as he saw Darien, even a tiny little Darien that Hobbes was convinced was either a Chrysalis ploy, or Darien had stepped in something weird, Hobbes grabbed for his gun.... remembering a moment later that it wasn't in its holster.

His reaction made Darien sigh and run his hand through his hair, fluffing it up more. He figured this would be his reaction and kept calm, not wanting to make his paranoia even worse.

"I'm around, Hobbes. I'm fine, by the way. Gland's still intact and everything. I've been here a week and there's been no sign of Chrysalis or anybody we know."

Hobbes still had no idea what was going on, and it was making him more than a little worried. "No sign of Chrysalis? And you're sure?" Okay, he did believe Darien, but that didn't mean that he liked the idea of not having a clue what was going on. "You say you're fine, but...." he trailed off, thinking.

"What's going on?"

"Of course I'm sure." He sounds a little annoyed by the questions, thinking that Hobbes doesn't believe him. "If Chrysalis was here, don't you think I would've seen Stark's smug face by now?"

He shrugs as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "No idea. A guy I talked to said that nobody knows how we got here or why."

"Huh..." Well, Hobbes was sure of that. No way would that bastard lay low, it just wasn't how Stark ran things. "Yeah, well, what is this place then?" Hobbes said nervously, reaching out to poke at Darien. "How'd you get so small, that's a bigger problem right now."

"It's called Taxon. As far as I can tell, it's a big city. Big, mostly empty city."

He glances down at where Hobbes pokes him, seeing it go through him and finding it weird. "This is a hologram of me. You pick up the tablet and it'll let you out of the room. We can meet up outside, if you want."

An entire city? That wasn't what Hobbes expected, and he stepped away from the hologram version of Darien. "Huh," well, he wasn't expecting it to be an entire city, let alone there being something outside of the room. "Pick up that tablet, right."

He stared at it before picking it up, trying to figure out what it was. First all of the crazy things that involve his possessions vanishing, and then the bracelet on his arm, and now this thing. Well, one thing was for sure. Bobby Hobbes wasn't going to find out what was going on by standing around. Tablet in hand, he opened the door.

Darien just gives one last look at the tablet and starts to wander around the area, knowing Hobbes will find him soon enough. He has some kind of mental Fawkes radar that made him able to find the thief whenever he was out and about. Darien didn't mind it when he was in trouble or actually hoping he wanted to be found, but he thought it was annoying when he wanted time alone.

He just moved the duffel bag he had higher up on his shoulder and kept walking. Darien was already thinking about showing Hobbes the replicator hatches and how he would react to getting stuff for free.

Darien had to be around here somewhere, it was something that Bobby Hobbes just knew, but the problem was with him not having an idea where this place was. A map might help a little, but what he needed was to bump into Darien, or the next best thing. Now that he was sure that this wasn't just something that Chrysalis had come up with, he was worried in a different sort of way.

They had to deal with Bigfoot already, why not some other form of supposed urban legend? Aliens, ghosts, maybe people from the future decided to kidnap them....

It didn't take long to find Hobbes, surprisingly. Darien could find his partner almost as easily as his partner could find him, not that he'd ever tell him that. He was ecstatic that he has found him, barely able to stop himself from hugging him.

"Hobbesy, I knew you were around here somewhere! I was starting to think you didn't leave that place yet."

Hobbes continued to search around, but Darien beat him to it. A little disappointed hat he hadn't been able to track down his partner, but as soon as he came face to face with him Hobbes could care less. If he was here with Darien, even if this was actually a Chrysalis plot, Bobby Hobbes wasn't going to let them anywhere near his partner.

Unlike Darien, Hobbes didn't stop himself from hugging his partner. "Bobby Hobbes isn't about to keep anyone waiting."

Darien immediately hugged Hobbes back and grinned. "Says you. I've already been here a few days. I was starting to get worried there, partner."

"Oh right! Hobbes, I have to show you the coolest thing ever."

"Really?" That did surprise him. He'd just talked to Darien before he had found himself in that room. "Huh, I remember you saying to me just a half hour before I got here that you never wanted me to ask 'what kind of donut' ever again."

"...what kind of cool thing?"

"Yeah, really." Now he looked surprised. "A half hour before I arrived here, you were telling me about your genius plan to capture a Sasquatch, which I'm still angry at you for, just so you know. Bad planning there, Hobbesy."

He grinned and held up his bag. "The place where I got this for free. Anything you want, you can get out of these things a guy showed me."

It was Hobbes' turn to look surprised. "That happened almost a year ago." Bobby Hobbes wasn't that clueless, and there was no way that they had a repeat situation with that creepy invisible giant, no way. "Don't joke around about that."

Hobbes considered the idea of getting anything he wanted for free. "...this means I can get triple chocolate donuts without having to spend my paycheck on it?"

"It did not and I'm not joking." He sounds almost hurt by Hobbes not believing him. "I still have the bruises on my leg to prove it."

He looks sick at the though of donuts. "I'm sorry, Hobbesy, but it doesn't have donuts."

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It wasn't that Hobbes didn't want to believe Darien, but considering everything had happened since then, it was a little hard to understand. But... bruise. Huh. Hobbes considered this very carefully.

Darien said that he had been here for a while already, and yet it hadn't been more than a half hour since Hobbes had last seen his partner. Fawkes was talking about things that happened a year ago, and there was no way he still had a bruise...

That left only one possibility.

"You got kidnapped by aliens didn't you? I told you, man, all of those shows say the same thing. Don't drive into the light if it's over your car!"

That outburst has Darien staring at Hobbes as if he's insane. Well, more insane than usual. He crosses his arms and doesn't look too happy.

"Hobbes, the last thing I remember before showing up here is hanging upside down from a tree the Sasquatch tied me to."

And at that, Hobbes stopped, and stared. "Oh. Uh." Now he didn't have any idea what to think. It wasn't like Darien would lie to him, and Hobbes had a pretty good sixth sense when it came to his partner. "Ah... how does the bringing people here thing work?"

Changing the subject was of course, not the best thing to do. "I'm not pulling your leg, buddy."

"Um, all I know is that we show up in that room. One at a time, it looks like. Once we leave, we can't go back."

Not like he was forgiving Hobbes any time soon for this, he still looks annoyed at him. "It seems like you are."

"Huh," well, that took care of that problem. Not wanting to piss off Darien any more than he already was, Hobbes settled on a different approach.

"You've been here for a while, right? How's your tattoo look?"

The mention of his tattoo distracted him from really being really angry at Hobbes for the moment and rolled up his left sleeve to show off the half-red ouroboros tattoo that had moved to his left wrist.

"Half and half. Weird thing is that it moved to the other arm. Maybe it's because of the bracelet?"

"It moved to your other arm?" He didn't waste any time, grabbing at Darien's arm as carefully as possible. Bobby Hobbes really wished that Darien wasn't the only one here now. Maybe Claire could explain what could have caused it because no way could that have happened.

"You said that you can show me something that gives you what you want for free, right?"

He nodded and lets Hobbes grab his arm, not even flinching when he does. Darien doesn't seem too bothered by his moved tattoo, having learned about it a few days ago and freaking out then. Even though he could think of a way it could move, he didn't say anything about it, content to let Hobbes freak out more as revenge.

"Yeah, I might have said that. You want to get counteragent from it?"

As far as Hobbes was concerned, this was nothing but the most insane but real things he had ever experienced. Sure, he had been wrong about Vivian's fiance, but...

"Yeah, that's right. Unless we bump into Claire we're going to have to take care of this ourselves, you know?"

Darien gently tugs his arm out of Hobbes' grasp and slings it over his partner's shoulders, grinning and trying to keep him from getting too paranoid.

"I think we'll be fine without Claire. Look, I've already lasted a few days without having her here and with you here, I have nothing to worry about."

He barely managed to stop himself from making a comment about why Claire was needed, but stopped. He really wouldn't mind if she showed up in the city too. Claire was cute and a scientist. "Good, I guess," at least he was here to help Darien out while waiting for the Keeper to show up.

"Now, show me where this thing is..."

Good thing Hobbes didn't comment about Claire because Darien was quite willing to tell him how much he didn't want her here. He was sick and tired out the tests and her constant questions and glad not to have her around.

"Alright. Just follow me, little tiger. There's one not too far away." He smiled a little as he led Hobbes over to the nearest replicator hatch.

Hobbes stared at the hatch for a moment, wondering how exactly they worked. "So, uh... do you just... think of something and get it?"

"Watch and learn, my friend. Watch and learn." He walked over to it and puts his hand on the panel. Darien thinks of something and a wax replica of Jarod Stark's head appears in it, looking unamused.

"The hell?!" Hobbes jumped away from the wax replica, glaring at Darien. "Okay, so that fancy tin box can duplicate his mug, I got it." Even if it was just a wax model.

Hobbes repeated what Darien had done with the replicator hatch, and grinned as he smugly placed a fedora on his head. "What do you think? Bet I could give Sinatra a run for his money."

Darien just holds the replica in his arms and grins at Hobbes' reaction. Well, he knows what he can do the next time Hobbes doesn't believe him.

He gives him a smile at the fedora. "Maybe if you had the voice too, Hobbesy."

Hobbes' grin widened. "Oh, I can work on that. Think that I can get singing lessons from that too?" He tipped his hat forward, apparently forgetting a moment ago he had been sure that everything about this city was a giant conspiracy. "Or at the very least, a few vintage records..."

"You never know until you try, buddy." He's glad to see that he was right about his reaction to the replicator hatches. "Or at least those. I mean, I was able to get a bunch of stuff out of it."

He gestures to the bag slung over his shoulder and looks somewhat amused.

"I gotta think about what songs I want to learn..." He tapped his forehead, still grinning. "So what else did you get?"

"I say some really romantic stuff to woo the chicks with."

He adjusts the bag a little, but makes no move to open it to show Hobbes. "Nothing you need to know about."

Disappointed that Darien isn't showing off the contents of the bag, Hobbes shrugs after a moment. If he needs to find out, he'll just look through it when his partner isn't around to tell him not to.

"Something to woo the chicks with," he repeated, thinking. "I'll have to refresh my memory on Sinatra to find the perfect song."

"No offense, but this place doesn't really care about violations of federal law."

Sheppard looked down at the tablet, switching it to visual. A government agent? Well when they had people from the U.S. Air Force? Why the hell not. Somehow it just wasn't surprising at this point. Though manners were everything.

"Welcome to Taxon."

As far as Hobbes knew, a disembodied voice was not a good thing. He didn't have a past experience of hearing things no one else could, and he spun around, trying to find the source of the voice. "Who's there?" Hobbes growled, carefully looking around.

"Taxon?" Chrysalis wouldn't use a false name, would it? Well, it might if they were trying to hide who they were, but it didn't recognize the voice, or where he currently was...

"What's going on?"

Sheppard gave a sigh. Guess this guy didn't know his surroundings. Defiantly not military type. "There should be a cellphone like device near you, bud. Talking to you through it."

Once the man had noticed the device, Sheppard gave him a small salute. Dressed in his casual uniform, the man was on a mission. He had already started staking the city out for more Ancient technology. If O'Neill had found one? Then there had to be more.

"Looks like you were brought here like the rest of us. Taxon is the name of the city."

It took a moment for Hobbes to find it, but when he did, he stared at the screen. "Huh," well, he wasn't anyone that Hobbes recognized, but even if he was, it would probably have just confused him more. "Interesting name for a city. What can you tell me about this place?"

Being locked in a room didn't exactly help Hobbes' paranoia any, but when he found a way out of this room, he was going to track down the people who brought him here without him even realizing it.

Haud habenae hic. Nos es traho ex diversus regnum.

{ooc: translates too -- no government here. We are pulled from different realities.}

...what the hell?

Nos operor ignoro quare nos erant commotus hic.

{We don't know why we were brought here.

I can't understand a word you're saying, buddy.

...is this area 51?

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