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[nopolicelikeholmes]

There is a young lady in the square. It may not have been obvious when she appeared; she's just a normal woman - taller than average - in a brown trenchcoat. But she's there now, looking about her with a sense of curiosity that seems to want to take in everything and store it away forever. She's staring, possibly staring at you and reading you like a book. And apparently you're one of those really good books - the kind with more questions than answers, the kind that keeps you turning the pages long after you should have gone to bed - because her dark eyes glimmer with interest at each new aspect she notices and there's just the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Amazing," she murmurs to no one in particular, "no two of them are alike."

[ ooc: I now have a permissions post set up, with a thing to fill out if you do/don't want your characters to be deduced. ]

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[watsonyourmind]

[ A series of tweets have been posted to the network, instead of to Twitter. Oops. ]

Jane Watson @comeherewatson
I think my roommate slipped me drugs.
less than 4 minutes ago from text

Jane Watson @comeherewatson
Pretty sure I just saw several people with pointy ears.
less than 3 minutes ago from text

Jane Watson @comeherewatson
Did I sleepwalk into a scifi con? When did I fall asleep?
less than 1 minute ago from text

[ ooc: Jane is currently wandering around the outskirts of town. Please feel free to interrupt/intercept/etc. ]