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[philotic_jane]

A woman walks down the stairs, then pauses in front of a mirror, blinking at herself. "Alright, so this is not what I had intended." She is shorter than usual, much more pudgy, and wearing a skirt, a t-shirt advertising Valley Forge National Park, and black shoes. Walking over to a table, she sits down and pulls out a book. "This is not amusing,

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[abar_starclog]

...Even if Carl didn't generally know Jane on sight, that second sentence would have caught his attention.
"I thought that would be you, normally."

[philotic_jane]

"I thought that as well, Carl." Jane sighs. "It is more than a bit disconcerting, frankly."

[abar_starclog]

"I'd guess it would be. Not that I know from the experience of running an interdimensional space, but still."
Nor does he want that experience - to say nothing of the responsibility.

[philotic_jane]

She shrugs. "It just happened. I didn't even really try to -make- this place, and now it's playing with me." She makes a bit of a face. "I wish it would stop."