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* Disgruntled, Indy wends his way across the bar, still ghosted by his red line. It ribbons its merry way down from his room, out of the back door and once round the lake... for a breath of fresh air as it turns out. It then gets a bit criss-crossed as Indy finally caught sight of his faint red trail as he was rounding the shore line *
* At this point Indy decided to try and lose it by stepping over it and ducking under it a few times... and then by weaving haphazardly through some trees. Of course, these actions were to no avail because the 'line' is not so much material as conceptual *
* Unphased by the attempts at evasion, the line happily traces his route back into the bar, pulsating enthusiastically in a bold crimson color... with a nice dark drop shadow. With a grunt Indy settles in next to Mike and orders his usual. The line fades *
* At this point Indy decided to try and lose it by stepping over it and ducking under it a few times... and then by weaving haphazardly through some trees. Of course, these actions were to no avail because the 'line' is not so much material as conceptual *
* Unphased by the attempts at evasion, the line happily traces his route back into the bar, pulsating enthusiastically in a bold crimson color... with a nice dark drop shadow. With a grunt Indy settles in next to Mike and orders his usual. The line fades *