<html><head><style type='text/css'>p { margin: 0; }</style></head><body><div style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; color: #000000'>> For a moment, Louissa is speechless.<br> <br>> "What do you mean 'Queen Louissa'?" she asks finally.<br><br>> The little reunion is broken up by the sound of an alarm being raised. <br>> Several booted feet can be heard running down the hallway towards this room.<br><br>> "I think someone may have noticed your entrance, Sir Justin." Louissa <br>> observes.<br> <br>[Justin]<br>While Louissa is speechless, Justin mutters "Yeah, temporal mechanics does that to me too." When the pitter-patter of not-so-little feet approaches, Justin answers Louissa "Well, apparently you become Queen of Poughkeepsie at some future date on our current time track. I'm fairly resistant to causality paradoxes, but the people around me generally aren't, so I thought it would be best to close the loop by telling you when and what."<br> <br>Justin takes up a position between Louissa and Ted and the door, offset slightly so anyone shooting at him and missing will probably miss them as well. He doesn't quite aim his beam cannon at the door, though anyone coming through it is going to find the size of the muzzle a bit alarming, both in general point of aim and diameter. To say nothing of the fixed bayonet.<br> <br>"I bet I set off every dimensional alarm ward within a mile on my way in here."<br>[/Justin]<br> <br>OOC: The muzzle opening on Justin's rifle is about four inches across, and slightly ionizes the air around it (think glowing blue motes being drawn into it) as it emits a faint blue glow, and a very ominous hum.<br></div></body></html>