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Michael had an unofficial invitation to meet a dinosaur, so hell yeah, he was heading to the museum. Even if Connor turned out to be full of crap about the portals and time travel, it would at least be an interesting time, right?

And it would distract him from the fact that he was still playing phone tag with his siblings while the freaking portal control authority or whatever it was kept telling him they couldn't go to Roswell in 2017.

If he was stuck here, he might as well make the best of it and go meet a dinosaur, right?

"This place did not look this big from the outside."

Connor looked up with a grin. "Hey, ya made it! Welcome. And yeah... from what Blathers told me when I started... its some kind of island "magic" that does that." And yes there were totally finger air quotes there because... after all, magic was just tech and science people didn't understand yet, right?

Theoretically!

"Your boss's name is Blathers?" Michael asked with a smirk. "Or is that a nickname?"

"Real name, believe it or not... but it does fit when he is feeling chatty, which almost all the time when he's awake."

Connor figured now was not the time to mention the little fact that Blathers was a talking owl. Because that was something he was still having trouble wrapping his head around himself.

"But how you been? All good over at the junkyard still?"

Michael shrugged. "It's a junkyard. Mostly been ~~handwavily~~ trying to figure out that portal business in town."

"Ah yeah. I've heard the gnomes over there can be a bit of a pain at times."

Connor looked at Michael with a slightly crooked grin.

"But I bet you ain't here to see me huh?" He gave a small head shake. He was used to being upstaged by Rex... but the little guy was amazing so Connor couldn't hold a grudge really.

"I'm not not here to see you," Michael said with a grin. "But yeah, you promised me a dinosaur, so."

And ya know what? Connor would definitely take that!

"Aye, Rex is excited to meet ya too I think," he said with a grin of his own and a glance up to the perch where the dragon had been watching them curiously.

"Rexy mate, come down and say hey to Michael!" Connor looked over at Michael with a grin. "Rex likes to be up where he can see everything. Use to living on mountains and in trees and all that."

Michael looked up, holding his hat in place while he did. There was a little green lizard peering down at him.

"Hey," he greeted it. "You don't look too much like something I couldn't find somewhere in the desert. Maybe a little too green."

Rex peered down and gave a series of almost annoyed sounding chirps at Michael.

"Rex, be nice. Come down and be a good Coelurosauravus, ok mate?" Connor asked as he hled his arm out a bit.

Rex gave a trilling chirp and then jumped off the ledge and flew a couple of circles around the lobby for a moment, chirping happily as he did, before flying right past Michael and landing on Connor's arm and scurrying up to sit across his shoulders.

"Michael, meet Rex," Connor said with a huge grin directed Michael's way.

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"Yeah, alright," Michael said. "That really is impressive. Nice to meet you, Rex."

"I know right? He's bloody amazing!" Connor said with a grin. "And it looks like he likes you too,' he added as Rexy sniffed the air and gave a happy chirp.

"You can pet him if you like. He's really friendly and loves head scritches."

Michael had never really interacted with any animals before -- not on friendly terms, anyway -- so he was hesitant to try it.

"You sure? I don't want to . . . freak him out or anything."

Mmm, projection.

"Naw, he should be good," Connor said as Rex jumped off his shoulder and started crawling around on the table.

"But in the meantime," he started, not wanting Michael to feel pressured or uneasy, "I been going over the notes and research I brought with me from back home. Trying to see if there's anything that might help ya with the portal dilemma."

Connor motioned towards the admittedly disorganized spread of papers on the table. Hey, the organization wasn't one of his strong points. He worked on the promise of organized chaos most of the time.

Disordered chaos was a sign of genius as far as Michael was concerned. He lit up and went to go sort through it.

“So are your anomalies limited to Great Britain?”

Connor nodded as he pulled out his laptop from under a pile of papers and flipped it open.

"As far as we could tell. That's part of why I came here in the first place," he said as he sat down and started pulling up some files and records. Letser would have an aneurysm for sure if he knew Connor was talking about the anomalies to someone without clearance, let alone showing classified files.... But thankfully, Lester wasn't here right?

"I wanted to see if there were cases where things like the anomalies or other portal-like events were happening."

"Well, that's one hypothesis proven," Michael noted with a snort. "It's pretty weird that they're so localized, though. You have any idea what causes them?"

"We had been working on a way to predict when and where- to a certain degree- they would appear. But..." Connor said with a dejected sigh. "We hadn't gotten around to really figuring out what exactly was causing them or any way to control them."

He handed a few more pages with scribbled notes on them over to Michael. Feeling the most in his element he had since the whole anomaly insanity had started up.

"It looked like they were somewhat correlated to certain points in time- as far as past instances we figured were the anomalies. Like, the legends of unicorns, and Egyptian crocodile gods, and such... were cases of people seeing anomalies and different creatures coming out of them. That was the theory anyways. I'm sure you'd be able to make better sense of it all than I've been able to so far."

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"So they can open to other places on the other end," Michael said. "But in your time, only in Britain. Are they all locked to a location in a certain time period? Like only appearing in Egypt in 5000 BC?"

"Naw they seemed to open up all over.... Rex here is from the Permian time period. And we even had a few anomalies towards the end there that were opening to what we assumed was sometime in the far future."

Connor shook his head and gave a dry laugh. "For all the years we spent dealing with them and learning about them there's still a lot we don't know. Guess I'm just not smart enough to put the pieces together just yet. Not that that has ever stopped me from trying!"

Michael shook his head, still scanning hte papers. "No, I mean were all the portals to 5000 BC connected to Egypt? Like . . . the ones opening in your era all open in Britain, and all the ones in the Permian, for instance, open up in the Permian equivalent of Chicago or something?"

And Connor was just gonna stare for a moment. There might have even been an audible grinding sound as his brain froze for a moment.

"Ya know... I don't think we ever made a connection like that but.... I also don't think we ever considered that."

A broad grin spread over his face as he looked from Michael to the papers in front of him and then back to Michael.

"That is a genius idea though, mate!"

“That’s what I’m good for,” Michael said with a cheeky grin. “Well, one of the things I’m good for.”

"Ya should come by the apartment sometime!" Connor said with a grin of his own. "I got a lot more research notes and stuff there, most of it still in boxes and such admittedly. Getting a fresh pair of eyes on it would be brilliant!"

Much lean d on the counter and tipped his hat back to smile up at Connor.

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”

"Ah yeah .. I understand, it can't be helped...." And here Connor trailed off and stared at Michael for a moment.

He had expected the typical, oh sorry I'm busy, response. It took Connor a couple of seconds to process what he had actually said.

"Oh, sure! Just let me know when," Connor said with a grin.

Michael’s smile only grew at that response.

“Get turned down a lot, do you?”

He couldn’t picture it, but hey, some people just didn’t have any taste.

"That obvious huh?" Connor said, rubbing the back of his head slightly with a somewhat sheepish grin.

"When most responses end up some version of either outright denial or later finding out they said yes because they had lost a dare, you tend to keep your expectations low." Connor shifted his gaze to Michael and gave a small shrug.

Especially when it was someone like Michael standing there on the other side of things.

"Right, so. People are blind where you're from, huh?"

Ok so ignore that flush that was oh so painfully obvious at the moment.

"Eh most of them it seems. Not all. I happen to think I still got a good eye."

Michael would NOT ignore that, it was adorable.

“Yeah?” he asked. “I think I might need an example of this good eye. To be sure.”

"Ah well, it's obvious ya got good taste in headwear," Connor said with a nod at the cowboy hat. "People don't appreciate what a good hat can do for one's looks," he added with a slightly more confident smirk. "Though I prefer a nice fedora for myself."

“A fedora.” Michael grimaced playfully and clutched his chest. “You’re killing me Connor. Tell me you don’t call women ‘milady’ too.”

Connor gave a glare, or at least an attempted one that almost immediately faded into a grin and a laugh.

"Hey now! We just don't have a lot of options. Cowboy hats weren't all that popular in my area. And don't insult me like that mate. Only the old geezers do that!"

And he was clearly a very hip and cool ~~and extremely awkward and geeky~~ guy!

"Alright, alright," Michael said with a laugh, raising his hands. "Guys in fedoras just have, uh. Kind of a reputation where I'm from, that's all."

Well, they did a decade ago, anyway.

"Well, maybe ya can show me how to look cool in one of those snazzy cowboy hats."

Connor. No, don't get any ideas...

"Only secret is just to own it, man."

Like Michael wasn't mocked endlessly by his sister for that cowboy hat.

". . . Helps if you're actually from cowboy country though. Otherwise you might just look like a poser."

"Hummmm... good point. Don't want that," Connor agreed.

"So, what does... a handsome (and yes that might have been a little lower than normal speaking voice there) cowboy like yourself fancy as far as drinks? And please let it be something other than 'just a beer'" Connor added with a small smirk.

He'd forgive Michael... but he would never understand American's obsession with soda and cheap beer.

"Margarita?" Michael suggested. "I do love good tequila. But what do you have against beer?"

"Nothing exactly..." Connor said with a small shrug. "Just seems the default is a cheap beer. No Gin and Tonic, no ciders... just plain ole beer. I mean it's fine, I like a good beer, just seems some folks are afraid to branch out and try something outside their wheelhouse."

"G&T is overrated. Give me something with flavor, thanks." ~~Said the guy from a canon whose previous iterations all involved the aliens eating everything with loads of hot sauce.~~ "But otherwise, you're not wrong."

"Ah, behold the wonder of flavored gin. Yes yes i know it's not the "acceptable " way but, makes for some good variety."

Connor considered Michael for a moment then gave a sly grin.

"I'll make sure to get some of the good stuff in before ya come over."

"Well, now, I'm gonna hold you to that," Michael said with a smile. "You come from the land of gin, I'm expecting a show."

"Give me at least a couple days to get with Summer and she if she can order me some and you got yourself a deal," Connor said with a wink. "And of course feel free to bring anything you want as well." Cultural drink exchange and all that fun stuff.

"Oh, I will." Though he wouldn't be sharing anything he made with his acetone. "I think we've got a date!"

"Ah yeah... a date," Connor said with a somewhat goofy grin. "Definitely. It's a date! Looking forward to it!"

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