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"Enh." She holds her fingers a small pinching width apart.

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He snickers.

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"But anyway, I don't live someplace where cloning is customary. And Tony didn't leave his tech lying around and even if he did it came with an aging speedup thing so Sherlock caught up to him. I'm a technical cradle-robber."

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"Charming. By how much?"

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"He is chronologically six. It's occasionally weird to think about it, but he's pretty thoroughly eighteen in relevant ways."

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"I had a boost too, but I only had to catch up to a six-year difference."

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"Charming sort of person who wakes up one day and says 'I think I'll clone a first-grader'..."

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"You don't know the half of it."

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"I do not. Anyway, if you didn't replace my math class with a time traveling bar, I don't know how it happened, and it could be unfriendly. For instance, if I've been flung forward into the thirtieth century, there may have been a missing Slayer problem for the last millennium, although if you don't have vampires that suggests something else is going on." She looks around at the utterly innocuous furniture. "Interesting wall display," she says of the window with the exploding stars.

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"Isn't it just?"

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"Do you know something I don't about the wall display, Mark?"

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"It gives a strong impression of being an actual vista of dying stars."

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"Yes. It may be magic. I suspect everything here of being magic until otherwise demonstrated." Her hand is still hovering near her bag, though her wariness is mostly dropped with respect to Mark.

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"I suspect everything here of being beyond our prior experience. 'Magic' is as good a label as any."

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"I don't have very much experience with magic. I can't cast any, myself."

Bella drifts near the bar. A napkin appears. She has a stake in her hand in the blink of an eye, and nothing to stab with it.

Another napkin appears.

The first one says, Hello, can I interest you in a beverage? First one is free.

The second napkin says, Please don't be alarmed, I'm not going to attack you. In fact, violence is strictly prohibited in my immediate environs.
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"And who are you?" Bella asks, slowly tucking her stake away.

I'm the bar.

"Oh...kay."
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"And how much is the second beverage?" inquires Mark.

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Reasonable currency-dependent prices. A shot of whiskey will cost more than a chocolate milk, of course.

"Huh. And why are we here?"

I don't control the door or communicate directly with whoever does. But if you prefer to leave, you will find yourselves in the same times and places you left, respectively.
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"And not obstructed in the attempt?"

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Apparently not, as the door is still there. Occasionally people enter and find that it has disappeared temporarily, but that has not happened to you.

"So right now back home time is paused - and if I walk out the door, and close it, and open it again, math class?"

Correct.

"And you don't know why us, why our respective 'now's... Do you know whether this is time travel or alternate universes?"

Alternate universes.
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"I suspected as much."

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"And aren't you ever so pleased with yourself. Er, bar, have you got a name besides 'bar'?"

Bar is it, thank you. And for reference I am a she.

"Good to know. Aaaaand is all this business magic?"

It is, yes. But not of the sort of world-specific kind you're accustomed to.

"Riiiight."
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"Beyond our experience," says Mark.

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"More beyond yours than mine, I think, at least I've encountered magic at all before. I will take a free Orange Julius."

She receives an Orange Julius. It has a straw. She sips it.
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