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[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

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"She's bonded to my boyfriend," Mel explains, not thinking for a moment that Jean wouldn't have questions about Bar. "So it's fun for all the family."

"Bonded?" A curious parrot of the word, moving her hand right before the tea appeared.

Mel taps the side of her head. "It's exactly what you think it is."

It's different for her, she wants to whisper. Jean Grey was put into the ground enough times the parallel isn't exact. And the White Crown. The White Crown --

The a glance toward the door, where white light edges it in her vision. A promises, a whisper, a call. Where the piece will gather. Except it isn't true. They'll gather to her.

"How does that work for her?"

Mel can only shrug. "It works," she says. "I dunno the mechanics of the magic. She's always needed a bartender."

A conduit?

"Maybe I'll ask him," was quiet, more gently curious than pointed.

"He'd like to meet you," Mel tells her.

Then she smirks, gentleness lost in that dry humour of hers. "He'[ll ask you for your autograph."

Jean's eyebrows raised with some surprised.

Mel grins at her. "He likes heroes."

That's such a very different stance than most of her world.

"Are there many here?"

"Few," Mel says.

"Me, Robins - plural. Mike, 'course. X-23. Batgirl. Sure I've seen Wonder Woman. Few used to come that don't anymore, like Rach."

There are several things she take to note there.

But it's with a glance toward the other people, that she asks, "How long do people usually come through for?"

"It depends," Mel says. "I been here for six years, now. Some come for years, some months. Figure a year's about average."

"Does anyone know how long its been here?"

"No."

Mel's pretty sure on this one. "But I don't think many people've been coming here that much longer than me. And it's changed a lot since I started."

That was a little disconnected wasn't it.

No one knew how long ago it had started, and yet how much had changed from the start. And longest person in its current invention had only seen six years of.

How much could have been.

"What was it like when you arrived?"

Well now, you're taking her back.

Hugging her knee, Mel looks around.

"No mountains," she says, starting with the obvious. "No stables, either. That whle wing," a nod to the staff wing, "was built when I was new. We've picked up extensions since.

"When I arrived, it was - just a tav, with a lake out back."

"That's quite a lot of growth."

"People get busy."

"He'd like to meet you," Mel tells her.

Then she smirks, gentleness lost in that dry humour of hers. "He'[ll ask you for your autograph."

Jean's eyebrows raised with some surprised.

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