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She is in the bar again.

She has been here before. A single appearance did not break the confines of this fragile space, nor a second, but a third?? How does the immensity of her presnce not overwhelm all who see her?

...they might not all be looking at the right places, but it would be difficult to miss them.

She is sitting at the bar again, with a cigarette and a glass of cheap brandy.

Come and do worship, ye sinners. Come and be corrupted, ye saints. She isn't picky.

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Bored-looking gay man draped over a nearby couch, in a tight-fitting CTU Academy t-shirt.

He stretches, and notices Jessica with mild artistic interest.

Jessica notices him with mild interest in making a buck. She poses for him and winks.

Castle is not used to being winked-at by women. He blinks at her, bemused.

"Hi."

Wowbagger is immune to the charms of Jessica Rabbit -- wrong species.

He is not, however, immune to hypnotism.

And so he comes over, coincidentally with much better brandy, to find out how that is gravitationally possible.

Toons are selectively immune to gravity.

Jessicas selections happen to be rather attractive ones.

She observes. He's far from the weirdest thing she's ever seen.

"Hey, gorgeous," she greets him automatically.

"Hi -- name's Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged. How is that gravitationally possible?"

"You've never met a 'toon before, have you?" Smiling coyly, she pushes her hand against her seat and scoots over closer to him. She now happens to be sitting on.... nothing. She doesn't appear to notice. "Would you care for some... instruction?"

Neither does he, except to idly note that this apparent gravity manipulation is a neat and versatile trick. "I meet everyone, sooner or later. Though I can't say that I've run into your species yet. Which is odd, how far I've gotten, but I've already met one person who isn't on my list at all..."

"'Species'?" She laughs and scoots back. "You mean toons? That's an interesting term for us. What are you, then, honey?"

"You mean, what planet am I from originally?" He gives the name, which probably means nothing to her. "What term would you use," he continues, "if 'species' doesn't fit?"

"I'm not sure," she muses. "I never thought about it. Race, maybe?"

"Then, everyone where you're from doesn't have that grav manipulation trick? Or is it something else that divides 'toon' and 'not toon'?"

"Oh, lots of things divide us, sweetie, and not just the wall. But there are stories. We toons aren't incompatable in the ways that count, they just don't like to see it that way when it's not convenient for them."

"I think you missed an intermediate step somewhere. What wall, and what stories?"

"The wall between Toontown and L.A.," she specifies. "The one we live behind. The one we can't break down, though rumor has it they want to. And stories?"

She looks at him. There's a hardness in her eyes. "Let's just say it's tough to get a job in the real world."

Wowbagger catches the faint emphasis. "So you're... not real?" It would explain the gravity thing, though it would also beg some weird and disturbing existential questions.

"Oh, I'm real, honey," she assures him. She leans forward just enough to give him a good view of exactly which parts of her are real. "But they like to say we're not. And who really knows? It's only recently anyone even found out a way to kill us."

"Then I'm afraid I don't follow what differentiates a toon from a non-toon on your world."

Is 3 AM. Slowtime?

slowtime v. good. night!

A young man wasn't too far away - black hair, red eyes, staring for a long moment before looking away rather intently.

How did that dress do that?

Good quality ink job.

She caught his eye and former her lips into a delicate O of a kiss.

And Kitt blinked, going just slightly pale.

Paler than he already was, which took effort.

She laughs and tosses her hair over one shoulder. It seems to be a gesture of invitation.

It really was astounding and slightly worrisome that she was... Well, in her defense, she didn't know him. "Um. Hello," he greeted, a bit nervous.

Nor did her mun, really. So this was bound from the start to be instructive for everyone involved.

"Hey gorgeous," she purred. "You smoke?" She offered the contents of an cigarette case.

"No, thank you." Of course he didn't smoke. He was 99.9% fuel efficient. But... Gorgeous? That was... interesting.

"Not many people do around here," she observes, sounding bemused. Where she's from, EVERYONE smokes. The KIDS smoke.

She lights another for herself. "So. Come here often?"

"I used to, more often than I do now. It's become... a random occurance for me anymore," he said. "Sometimes, when I open a door, it just happens to be Milliways on the other side."

"I see." She considers.

"So who do I have to pay off to get home?"

"I take it you don't see the door?" he asked, motioning behind him to where the door was - in his vision, anyway.

She shakes her head. "It went as soon as I closed it."

"Then I'm afraid you're Bound," he said. "I don't know how you would assume to get unBound, but usually it means that there's something here you need to accomplish," he said. This topic, he could manage. "Asking around usually helps - getting involved here and there to find out if there's anything you may have missed in life before."

"I was about to accomplish something kind of important," she says irately. "Does time pass in the other world while I'm here?"

"Usually, no," said Kitt. "Not for most. It wavers for others, passing slowly if not at all. But you should be able to return in more than enough time to accomplish whatever you wished."

"That's... all right, then." She puffs nervously at her cigarette.

"I take it your accomplishment-to-be held some great importance."

"Perhaps," she said quietly. "It might have kept my Roger out of trouble for a little while, anyway."

"Your Roger?" he asked, a bit curious. He rather hoped it meant what he hoped it did.

"My husband," she explains. "He's a little scatterbrained sometimes but who isn't, really?"

Husband.

It was as if, to him, the clouds of worry parted overhead and beams of relief like sunlight broke through.

"My partner is often like that," he agreed, able to really breathe again.

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