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Quinn's in the bar. To be more specific, he never really left, since he's been alternating between staring out the window at the exploding universe and sitting in a chair by the fireplace working over the past day's events in his head. Right now he's looking very tussled, and searching the bar for the Professor. He'll pause to chat with anyone, though.

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Unfortunately, there is no longer a Professor in the bar. However, by asking around, Quinn will learn that they now have a room reserved, and that he can obtain a key from the Bar proper. He'll find the Professor there.

"I saw your entry last night," said the Bostonian-accented voice that commented on the degree of fascination that said entry held.

Quinn turns around and sees a very sharp car. That appears to be talking to him.

"My entry? Oh, you mean the vortex. Pretty coo- Wait a sec. Are you talking through the car? Or are you the car?"

"Technically, I'm an AI that controls the car, but at least you know what a car is." The voice was good at being wry. "I'm the Knight Industries Two Thousand, better known as Kitt."

"An AI! Awesome! I'd shake your hand, but, well...

"My name's Quinn. I'm sort of an interdimensional traveller, though it looks like the Professor and I are going to be stuck here for a while."

"Actually, the handshake can be arranged," said Kitt. A few moments and an indistinct blur later, Kitt stood, human, before Quinn. "And you're an interdimensional traveler? That's really very fascinating, and I must admit that this shape is much better equipped to speak of such things.

He offered forward a pale, long-fingered hand.

Quinn shakes Kitt's hand enthusistically, half to see whether the hand he's shaking is made of metal and half because he's such a nerd.

"I'm sure you get tired of being asked, but how did you do that?"

"Actually, it's a rather new development," Kitt said, the hand being shaken being quite well flesh. "I acquired the ability to transform through something of a magical incident and have recently gained myself a talisman to make it possible back home."

"Oh. Magic? Really? Does that happen a lot here?"

"Quite," he answered with a nod. "My brother regularly is transformed to a dolphin for jaunts in the lake, my girlfriend has a box of chocolates that can create any chocolate you wish for, I personally know a vampire and a valkyrie... There isn't much that isn't possible here."

"Do you think someone here might have a way of getting us home?"

Quinn's stomach alerts him to its presence. Or, rather, it alerts Kitt, who it has decided is probably more apt to respond. Quinn just happens to be in the general area at the time.

"Or, for that matter, a way of conjuring up a ham sandwich?"

"I'll put you on my tab for now," Kitt chuckled. "I'm well enough off." Kitt motioned toward the bar. "And as for getting you home, that depends on what, precisely, needs to happen to make that possible. I'm self-barred from any crossworld jaunts."

Quinn moves towards the bar, wondering why he didn't put two and two together before remembering that the Professor had the money from the last slide.

"Is that related to whether or not you can see the front door? Someone talked to me about that last night."

"Personally, no - but generally, if you can't see the door, you're Bound. And the Bar Binds people for its own reasons, though some espouse the theory that there's something here that has to be accomplished before you can leave. The only reason I'm barred from crossworld jaunts... I don't like spending more than a few hours away from my partner. Perhaps a half-day or so at a time."

"That makes sense. Though if the Professor and I are here for a reason, i wonder what it is. Maybe we're supposed to wait for Wade and Remy to show up. Or maybe we're supposed to find our way home."

"Milliways is full of possibility," Kitt said, then motioned for Quinn to have a seat at the bar. "Bar, dear, give Quinn what he wants and put it on my tab. Here's a bit of cash to take care of it."

He reached into his wallet and gave the bar a hundred dollar bill, which disappeared a moment or so after.

((And I've got to go for a few hours. I will BBL.))

Quinn makes a note of how to order from the bar, which apparently involves little human interaction.

"Ummm... I guess I'll go for a ham sandwich"

He turns to Kitt

"Thanks for helping. This is one of the more interesting worlds we've slid to, and it looks like I haven't seen anything yet."

"This isn't a world, Quinn, if my hypotheses are correct - one of the reasons I thought it best to speak about this in this form as the human mind can comprehend quantum physics in ways my natural mind can't. This place is a nexus of sorts, between every world, every possibility. In some of these worlds, I don't exist. In some, you wouldn't. In some, PeeJee wouldn't, or Nick, or Svava. But they all meet here." He explains it quietly, calmly, with a sort of determination.

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