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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."

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[nopolicelikeholmes]

And then suddenly Shirley Holmes was standing next to Sparkly David Bowie With Magic. She was beginning to think that drugs were somehow involved.

"The people," she said, doing her best to keep her eyes above his waist. If there was one thing she remembered about that movie from when she was a little girl, it was that David Bowie's crotch was practically a named character. "They're pretty diverse, don't you think?"

[onlyforever]

"Mm."

It's a non-committal sound that manages to say "I am not the least bit interested in what this place has to offer" and "Oh, but do tell me more, you're rather fascinating" without a word.

[nopolicelikeholmes]

Well. David Bowie or not, he wasn't stopping her from elaborating, so that was what she was going to do.

"Usually, people who live in the same town have certain things in common," she said. "Maybe something as small as how everyone wears their scarves, or a certain set of mannerisms that point to a shared frame of reference. These people are all over the place, though - most of them don't have a single thing in common."

She glanced again at her companion, suspiciously. "And then there's yourself. I think I might be hallucinating you, which calls all of my other observations so far into question."

[onlyforever]

"Most towns don't pluck their denizens from this world and that... not that I'm claiming that the town itself has any such ability. A sentient town wouldn't bother collecting such a pathetic, ragtag jumble of creatures."

Jareth looks her over in kind. "You don't look like the sort of girl who might imagine me. Inquisitive little thing, though, aren't you?"