We start our story in 2097, London England... the time machine has been invented by a scientist by the name of Sparks. His invention has yet to be unveiled and is currently in Sparks' home, with his daughter Bridget...

Bridget: *Bridget opens the door to her fathers lab and pokes her head into the room* hi dad~! ^w^ how's the invention coming? *she walks in,looking around at the huge mess of inventions that cover the room*

Mr. Sparks looks up from his work. "Good, actually." He gives an exasperated smile. "I was just about to go get a snack... I haven't eaten yet today," he mutters resting a hand on his empty stomach.

Bridget: thats a good idea! mom just made your favorite chocolate chip cookies~! *she smiles and plop's down in a small,old desk chair*

His complexion seems to light up at the mention of cookies. "Oh! Is that so? In that case I'll be right back. ...Sit tight, and please... don't touch anything." He lingers there for a moment more before turning and making his way through the futuristic automatic door towards the kitchen.

Bridget: yeah,yeah...i know. *she sighs and mutters under her breath* its not like im gonna blow up the lab,dad. *after a moment of silence,her gaze drifts to the time machine that her father had been working on for over 6 months.* ......it....wouldn't hurt to take a peek inside right..? *she pulled her self out of the chair and slowly walked to the machine and peered inside* seems safe enough... *Bridget put one foot inside the machine and instantly,she tripped,colliding with the panel that held the buttons controls. pulling her self dizzily to her feet,she noticed the time machine begin to teleport* w-what's going on?! i didn't press anything right?!

Sparks returns with a plate full of cookies and a glass of milk - his hands full. It took a moment for what was playing out in front of him to register in his mind. Once it did, his mouth was left agape, bewildered and furious yet unable to move. Feeling his arms go weak, his hands numb.... the plate of cookies slid from his fingers... the plate crashed to the floor shattering... cookies crumbling...

Bridget: *Bridget looks out of the time machine as it finishes its teleportation* DA-! *and before she could finish,the machine and Bridget,where gone to another time*

Sparks stutters, falling to his knees dramatically, "B... n... n... wh.... why?" He stares at the ground vacantly. "...Why did this have to happen...?" he pauses, "My cookies..."

Bridget: *bridget opened her eyes,feeling dizzy and slightly sick. pulling her self to her feet,she looked out of the time machine at the (some what spinning* world in front of her* crap... *shaking her head to clear the dizziness,she searched for any sign to what time she might be in* it looks like dad did it! a working time machine...good job dad. NOW I'M LOST! *sighing she slumped against the wall of of the short circuiting time machine. she knew it wasn't her father fault. it was 100% percent HERS* guess i better find out where the heck i am...*she slowly stood up and dusted off,before heading to the town that stood in the distance*

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Immediately she was noticed by the townspeople and citizens of London 1914, the way she was dressed was nothing less of shocking. "I say! Have you lost your head, madame?" called one gentleman who was standing across the street from where Bridget stood. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

Bridget: i....wait what? *her face becomes twisted with confusion as she looks down at her VERY short skort and jacket that drapes off of one shoulder* ..oh... *she sighs and rolls her eyes* never mind how im dressed..erm....sir? what...w-what YEAR is it,today exactly? *she try's to fake a sincere smile so as not to seem TO impolite*

"My question is, what the devil are you dressed as? Satan?" he throws his arms out to the side in a dramatic gesture and then straightens up at her question. "September 2nd, 1914... that's the date." When the gentleman see's others giving him looks of disapproval for talking to this .... this... heathen, he decides he had best walk away. So he does.

Bridget: H-hey! w-wait! 1914?! sir! *she calls out the man,but he continues to walk away,paying no mind to her and her "strange clothes". confused and utterly LOST she wanders down the road* great...JUST great bridge. another mess you've gotten into. *she was so busy muttering to herself that she didn't notice the shop window into she walked straight into it* ouch! >.< i really need'ta- *she looked up at the sign above the door. it read, "~BOOK STORE~" * maybe i can find a book on how to fix time machines! *letting her wishful thinking take hold of her mind,she ran into the store and began her disorientated search for help*

Meanwhile, observing all of this, was James. He looked up from his book just in time and saw her slam into the storefront window and found himself laughing in spite of himself. He watched her enter into the store... seeing the way she was dressed and the way she acted, his curiosity got the best of him. He approached her. He cleared his throat, then spoke, "M'am, I can't help but notice... you aren't from around here, are you? Would you possibly be needing... some assistance?" He wants to add 'or perhaps some descent clothes' but he quiets himself, he doesn't want to come across as too forward.

Bridget: *bridget looked up from the books she had been searching through and with a slightly awkward chuckle,she replied* oh,yes actually..i'm REALLY not from around here.. *smiling and rubbing the back of her head with one hand she looked down at her feet* i realize this is a strange question...but you don't know how to fix time machines,do you..? ^^; i seem to be a bit...stranded,if that makes since? *she laughed quietly and awkwardly as she finished speaking*

James is fascinated by this girl. He lets out a laugh, "Time machines? I've only read of a Time Machine in H.G. Wells Novel... if that's what you mean." He thinks she's probably joking about the thought of time travel, that or she's a loon.

Bridget: *she shakes her head* no..that's not- i mean.... *sighing she leans against a near by book shelf,twirling a bit of hair in her fingers. then,quietly,she mutters* looks like i AM stuck her then... and dad's gonna be REALLY mad about dropping those cookies...

James just laughs a bit, hearing all that she muttered to herself. "I'm sure your father will forgive you for the cookies, come you need an escort home..." He still thinks she's joking about the whole time travel fiasco.

Bridget: you think im kidding don't you? *sighs* well,whatever..it's not like a CAN go home...*looks down at her feet,trying to think of a way to get home*

"So you really truly are lost?" He stands there for a moment in thought. "Well, my name is James, Captain James Ellis to be exact." He shakes her hand enthusiastically. "I'm just... here temporarily. But... you look like perhaps your hungry, there's a fine cafe just about the corner, would you mind if I were to accompany you? Seeing as you seem to be stuck anyhow..." He acts like spending time with him would be a last resort for Bridget. He doesn't think too highly of himself. Not to mention he seems to be fairly awkward in the presence of women. "Oh... and you may need this." He takes off his coat and hands it to her. She's wearing such indecent clothing...

Bridget: ...*she thinks for a moment,then smiles and takes the coat* yeah,i am a bit hungry..that would be nice ^^ oh,im bridget by the way,bridget louise sparks. to meet you! *she slips the coat on,even though she still doesn't fully understand why everyone one is making such a fuss over her clothes. they are the latest fashion from 2097!*

"It's nice to meet you Bridget." He gives a slight courteous bow, then offers her his arm. "Come along miss, I'll take you to the food." He winks with a grin.

Bridget: *she smiles and laughs a little bit,after a quick moment to remember the (very few) things she learned about 1914,she takes his arm* alright,lead the way ^^

He does so, strutting out of the bookstore like a very prideful and happy chap. He seems to be relishing the company of a lady, must be a rare occurrence for him (which is odd considering he is very very handsome). As he starts for the cafe, he decides to strike up a conversation "So miss Bridget, have you... got a man somewhere?" That was subtle James.

Bridget: *a bit surprised at the question she look up at him out of the corner of her eye* hmm,no..can't say i do. though my friends have tried setting me up in the past. *she rolls her eyes and laughs at the memory,they would bust a gut laughing if they knew that she was at this moment,stranded in 1914. her friends where never very helpful.*

"Interesting..." Of course, that's code for, 'yay! She's not tied down! I've got a shot!' he doesn't say that of course, but he's thinking it. They reach the cafe and he escorts her to a table, pulling out a chair for her. "For you Miss Bridget."

Bridget: *she smiles and takes a seat* thank you,james ^^ * 'james is much nicer then most people from where im from. maybe being stuck here for a wile wont be so bad. i just wish i remembered more from history class...oh well' she thinks to her self as she looks around the cafe*

"You're welcome." He takes the seat across from her and beckons the waiter over. "Some hot tea for the lady please, and a scotch for me." The waiter nods and goes on his way. James turns back to Bridget. "So, where are you from? Not from London I take it..."