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Okay, it was one thing to step into a bar and end up in another Bar. It was another thing entirely to step into a copy room at work and see that your pet delusion of the week was not quite as imaginary as hoped.
She couldn't help the small smile, after all, it was magical, and kinda nice that the Bar at the End of the Universe was real...but it slid into annoyance and no little frustration as the door closed and disappeared. She'd been working, the last bit of paperwork for the Xanatos affair...
Only when she'd given up on getting the door back did she truly face bar proper, a growl on her lips...then she noticed puppets. Puppets everywhere. The Bar populace in general was lucky she didn't draw her piece then and there.
So there was one very annoyed, confused cop with her back to the wall...
She couldn't help the small smile, after all, it was magical, and kinda nice that the Bar at the End of the Universe was real...but it slid into annoyance and no little frustration as the door closed and disappeared. She'd been working, the last bit of paperwork for the Xanatos affair...
Only when she'd given up on getting the door back did she truly face bar proper, a growl on her lips...then she noticed puppets. Puppets everywhere. The Bar populace in general was lucky she didn't draw her piece then and there.
So there was one very annoyed, confused cop with her back to the wall...