apocalypsehow | A Biker Bar to A Super Mysterious Trailer, Last Evening Through This Morning

So, maybe Five didn't exactly blend in with the clientele of this particular establishment. But, if nothing else, he was very good at ignoring the looks he was getting as he ambled on through the small crowd of the biker gang.

He wasn't unaware of the men at his back who would probably brain him with a chair, but they didn't really matter as their threat level was relatively low. Not as he pressed through the door labeled 'Members Only' to find a familiar face working on a tattoo.

"Been looking for you."

Pogo	If Pogo looked surprised to see a child asking about him, he didn't show it. Just took a slow drag of his cigarette. Yeah, this Pogo smoked. And wore leather. And had a ponytail. "I don't tattoo children."
Five	"Swell, I'm not here for the ink," Five replied, taking in all that chimpanzee mid-life crisis look there. "I'm here because you and I have a mutual friend. Sir Reginald Hargreeves."
Pogo	That explained the outfit. "Whatever he wants, I'm not interested."
Five	Rude. This was a sharp suit! "I don't think you understand," Five said, leaning forward. "I'm one of his children. From another timeline."
Pogo	"Another timeline?" When the talking chimp was looking at you like you were nuts, you know it was a problem.
Five	Yeah, he got that a lot. "As crazy as it sounds you and I have met before," Five said, loosening his tie in order to show the scar that Pogo had left on him. "Back in 1963, when you were a diaper-wearing chimp in dying need of a manicure. I don't know if you remember, but I have a scar to prove it."
Pogo	He had scratched a lot of people, Five, he couldn't remember them all. "If what you're saying is true, I'd be talking to a man well into his sixties," Pogo said, turning to leave. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had a very long day." Tattooing people and smoking and such.
Five	"Pogo, you need to listen to me," Five said, starting after him, only to end up surrounded by Pogo's ridiculous biker gang.
Pogo	Nope, he was leaving. He had better things to do than listen to a crazy little boy. And, yes, he was leaving the bar on a sweet motorcycle.
Five	He had things to do today, Pogo! Like get drunk and try to stop the end of existence from happening! Five teleported out of the midst of the bikers, finding himself outside where Pogo had already taken off on a bike. And when asking politely (for him) did not work in getting one of the idiots to provide him with one to follow... he commandeered it by teleporting in behind them and throwing them off. You know. Normal things for a person his apparent age to do. And it took a little time to catch up to him, but once he was there, it was pretty clear this was the right place. Just judging by the mural on the side of the trailer there.
Tammy	Oh yeah, what about the hot lady reading Plato in front of the trailer with her bra hanging over her tank top? Did that fit in with your picture? "Can I help you?"
Five	Look, Pogo was a charming primate. Everyone knew it. "Need a word with Pogo."
Tammy	"Ain't no Pogo here, pumpkin," Tammy said. Of course her name was Tammy. "Now I suggest you get your ass off my property before I call a truant officer." Those still existed, right?
Pogo	From behind Tammy, Pogo had already opened the door to the trailer and was leaning against it. "It's okay, Tammy. Let the boy in."
Five	Well, looked like Five wouldn't have to commit a murder here! Not yet, at least. He offered Tammy a smile that just purely Five being a shithead as he moved to follow Pogo into the trailer to have a seat across from him.
Pogo	As soon as Five sat down Pogo cocked the gun he had hidden under the table. "You're either desperate or dumb, which is it?"
Five	"You tell me," Five said, pulling out the hunk of skin to toss on the table between them. Like, how was it not smelling by now? Did he do something to it to preserve it?
Pogo	Maybe it was jerky by now, if Five kept salt in his pocket. Pogo looked unfazed however. "That looks like my work, but I never did this tattoo."
Five	Because Pogo wasn't no chump like Klaus. "Not yet, you haven't," Five replied. "I cut it off my 100-year-old self."
Pogo	"Oh, so desperate it is." Were there meds you were not taking enough or perhaps too much of, Five?
Five	"You would be too if you knew the entire universe was at stake," Five said, leaning forward over the table.
Pogo	Pogo's expression softened and the sound of him uncocking the gun could be heard from under the table. "So it's happened." He reached for a box on the table, pulling a journal out of it. He flipped it open to a page where the symbol on the piece of skin was written on the paper. "Look familiar? Reggie was obsessed with these symbols. It's a sigil. A sigil thought to have magical powers." So we were now this far into the show's run. Time to bring in magic.
Five	Oh yeah, that was reasonable. "Dad believed in science. Facts," Five said, looking at the symbols before him and then at the tattoo he'd carved off of himself. "I didn't respect much about the old man, but I respected that. Hoo-ha was not his thing." But they were learning all sorts of things over the course of these multiple apocalypses. "It's got to have rational meaning."
Pogo	You know, Pogo didn't believe you were in your 60's until you said the word "hoo-ha" just now, Five. "I don't know if it has rational meaning," Pogo said. "I just know he referred to it as Project Oblivion." Optimistic name.
Five	Five's head jerked up at that. "This project, I need to know more."
Pogo	"It was a kamikaze mission," Pogo said, in a tone that suggested a flashback was happening but of course no one would be seeing it in a text RPG. "He was preparing the Sparrow children with the expectation they might never return. That's why I gave the children those pills, to keep them safe from him."
Klaus	"Well my druggie brother just got him sober. Go figure." You could have just encouraged him to do more drugs, Klaus!
Pogo	"Then Project Oblivion is starting again, and you all are in danger." But was that different from any other day lately?
Five	"Then I should probably get that ink," Five said, considering his future self's cryptic advice. "Complete the loop."
Pogo	"Are you sure?" You didn't look like the chest tattoo type, kid. At least he wouldn't have to worry about shaving your chest.
Five	Rude! But, you know, fair. "Oh, I don't think destiny cares whether I am or not," Five said, shrugging off his jacket before working on the waistcoat and tie.
Tammy	"Bitch is cruel, ain't she?" Tammy drawled from the back of the trailer.
Pogo	"Well then," Pogo said, reaching for his tools. "Let's get started."