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[mend_and_defend]

There's a dark-skinned, dreadlocked man walking through the bar. His movements are slow; he seems to be in a daze.

Some of the other patrons might recognize him. Then again, they might not.

After all, he was rather more... blue the last time they saw him.

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[skidrowseymour]

A stack of gardening magazines is on a nearby table; as is one Seymour Krelborn. He's obviously taking a break, just examining the bar and its patrons.

He sees the strange man, and notes that he's (probably) drunk. Well, even drunk people don't deserve to fall on their rear ends. Surely someone should help him out. Seymour glances around. Looks like it'll be him.

"Um," he squeaks, "e-- excuse me, would you...like to sit?" He puts his hand on his stack of magazines, ready to leave if the man should prove violent or unpleasant - as drunks can be.

[mend_and_defend]

The man turns slowly to look at Seymour. He frowns, like he's trying to make sense of a puzzle.

"Seymour?"

The man's voice is hoarse, but familiar...

[skidrowseymour]

"Y-yes? How'd you--?"

Seymour squints at the man, trying to place where he might've seen him before. What he remembers is more Bob's looks than his voice - so he's trying and failing.

[mend_and_defend]

He swallows hard.

"Seymour, it's me. It's Bob. The computer guy? Remember?"

He sounds like he's not entirely sure of it himself.

[runmakitarun]

It's the dazed movement that draws Makita's eye. It's that shell-shocked look. The one that suggests that the person needs to sit down... and take a couple of slugs of vodka.

She waves from her table, the one covered with guns and ammo. "Hey, you look like you could use a seat and a drink."

[mend_and_defend]

The man doesn't respond right away.

Eventually, he turns in Makita's direction.

"Were... were you talking to me?"

[runmakitarun]

She nods, "Yeah. You really look like you could use a seat and a drink." She moves the pile of weapons so that it only takes up half the table. "I'd be happy to share both."

[mend_and_defend]

He pauses for a moment, considering.

Then, with the same slightly dazed walk, he heads over to Makita's table and sits down.

[mend_and_defend]

He starts in surprise and turns. "Danny?"

[mend_and_defend]

"Danny, what happened? The last thing I remember is walking through the door after you..."

[sime_channel]

As soon as she zlins him, Suzi angles toward the tall man with enough force that the puppy goes "Yip?" when her basket swings. "Bob?"

[mend_and_defend]

"Suzi?"

He turns toward her, looking utterly lost.

[sime_channel]

She sets her baskets down on a table and offers him her arms. Her nager is projecting safe as hard as she can, and she can project very, very well. "Yes, Bob. Its Suzi."

[mend_and_defend]

He gladly accepts, and hugs her tightly. Her presence is steadying him a bit, although he's not sure why. He never did understand the whole 'nager' thing.

"Suzi, I... I don't..."