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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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[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?"