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Carl Denham's being drawn to this place.

That's the easiest way to put it. That and Jack's here, and he's worrying that-well? His friend might be even more crazy then he is.

So, Carl has a stack of magazines under one arm, and some apples, and he's looking out for Jack.

But hey, others can tag him too.

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Carl's not that kinda man.

"Kid? You in pictures? didn't I see you in something from ah...paramount?"
He snaps his fingers, "Or Universal? you look like ya should be acting with Fae."

"Pictures, me?" False modesty was one of her best acts.

"I'm afraid not Sir, I'm much too plain."

"What? You plain?" Carl oozes over, "Take my word for it darlin' eyes like those are definatley not plain. Trust me."

Carl smiles, "And I'm someone you can trust."

He holds out a hand, "Carl Denham."

"Of course you are." Thea's eyes flickered as she held out her hand. Wasn't it fun when humans thought they were in control?

"Thea Harman. Pleased to meet you Mr Denham."

"Likewise."

Carl, ever the showman, makes a businesscard appear outta thin air, "And here's my card if you should ever decide,/i> to think about being in pictures."

A grin.

She takes the card gently between manicured fingernails, tucking it into some hitherto unknown crevice. Just don't ask.

"And why would I consider that?"

"Girls like it, a way to pay the bills..."

Carl shrugs, "I dunno, it's the new medium! Vaudeville, the theater, it's all going out. Pictures are the communication for the next generation!"

"You must be from some time before this girl's." She mused quietly, tired of the act.

Carl frowns, "You know, you're the second person to give me funny looks about that..."

Carl's frown deepens, "This really isn't a Portal to the end of the universe is it?"

Because...you know...he's seen all kinds of crazy things...but still...

"It is." Thea affirmed, inclining her head. "Have you not seen the window?"

"Yeah...I've seen it. It's a great trick."

Carl sighs, "...That's what it is right? a trick?" But then again this is a man who's been to a place where dinosaurs, gigantic insects, and savages still roam.

Not to mention a giant monkey who's king over them all.

"Not to my knowledge. I can sense no magic coming from it." She's not too sure about technology. She only knows what she has gleaned from Thea's memory banks.

"But this is Milliways, the Bar at the end of the Universe, regardless of trick windows."

Carl sighs.

"Man...what's with all the crazy stuff happenin' to me? Bars at the end of the Universe, Giant Monkeys...it's enough to make a guy tired beyond all get out."

He sits down, suddenly feeling his age, "Too bad, it would be a neat trick. Could pick it up if I take up vaudeville again."

"In case you hadn't noticed. It is not merely you."

And finally an evil grin emerges. If he's smart he would run.

"In fact, you are lucky nothing worse has happened to you."

Carl's not an idiot. But he is a bit of a fool.

"Sorry lady..." Carl takes a few steps back, "I don't uh...truck with strong girls and um..."

"That's understandable." She sat back down, beaming. If she could get away with it. If the girl was silenced forever, then...only then.

"Men like you prey on the weak ones. Looks like we have something in common."

"I don't prey on anybody sister." Carl says bluntly.

But of course it's true.

"Besides, I thought you said you weren't in the motion picture business."
Carl laughs at that.

"Thats not what your mind says." And of course he wasn't magical, he couldn't feel the gentle probing at the edges of his brain. Not that she had much telepathic ability, just vague flashes.

"And I'm not. I still prey on the weak." A winning smile is presented.

There's something making carl very, very uneasy about this girl. Something that makes him twitch.

But does he know when to quit?
no. Not really.

"....You're...wrong."

"No, you are lying." The girl hissed, placing one hand beneath her chin.

"You are as much a parasite as I."

Carl tries to shake her off, "I'm not. I just make pictures lady. You've got me confused with someone else. Really."

Isn't she right though? What did Jack say? What did they all say? About him? the monkey?

"Someone elses brain resides in your skull? I apologize, I was not aware." She's mocking him now, chuckling softly.

Lunatic. Carl thinks to himself, She's a lunatic.

"No. I'm not a parasite okay? I don't know which paper you read but I was just trying to make pictures okay? I'd do anything for my medium. Alright? Anything."

He drops the apple, getting upset, "Come on now, If that makes me a parasite..."

He eyes her, "What do you do?"
What are you?

"Now that would be telling. Shall we make it a game?"

A sly twinkle took up residence in her eyes.

"You ask a yes or no question and I will answer."

Carl shrugs, laughing, trying to maintain his cynicism.

"Okay. sure. ...are you a dame?"