Eliot wasn't even thinking about their ill-advised threesome. From his perspective, it had been months ago. Even when the experience had been no more than a day old, he'd been ready to run from it anyway. There had been so many potentially demolished relationships there that if he'd had the chance to voluntarily drop into a different word before the dust settled, he would have taken it in a heartbeat.

For now, the near-innuendo in Q's question gets an enigmatic smile in response.

"Some are magicians, or wizards, or whatever term for magic-user their world wanted to pull out of the thesaurus. There's a few with straight-up X-Men style abilities, more vampires than I've ever seen in one place, and one or two garden-variety Muggles. Near as I can tell, there's no common thread between all of us, except that we all came from different worlds, and the City's decided to go all Hotel California on us."

He started lifting his glass, then remembered something and paused, his smile spreading. "Oh god. Some of them -- you are gonna lose your tiny little nerd mind."