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[snap_time]

The bar caught Larry before work, for a change; once he realizes where he is, he makes his way over to Bar and asks for some coffee. When it pops up, it's accompanied by a request that he pinch-hit on the bartending front again

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[fatboyrun]

"Hey, mate," says Dennis, bellying up to the bar (so to speak). He blinks, momentarily, as he takes in the fact that the other man is also wearing a security uniform, but he barrels onward regardless. "You mind checking the Lost and Found box while you're back there? Think I might've dropped my mobile here."

It's proving to be a serious problem. Mostly where Libby is making a lot of noise about not being able to reach him when he has Jake, or is about to pick up Jake.

[snap_time]

...Well, that's a bit of a coincidence. The uniform thing, that is.
"Sure, no problem. What kind of phone?"
It takes him a few seconds to locate the Lost and Found box. That's... quite the variety of lost things, not that he'd expect anything less given the location.

[fatboyrun]

"Careful," says Dennis, with something of a wince, as he sees the other man reach into the box. "I saw Mike pull a huge, angry dog out of there."

Beat.

"It's a, uh, Nokia. It's black," he says, helpfully, peering over the counter from a safe distance.

Is -- that a toga and a laurel crown?

[snap_time]

It would appear to be, at that.
"...Okay. Let's see what we got here."
There's the toga, there's a lampshade, there's something that looks like a graphing calculator except for where it says 'don't panic' on the cover...

[fatboyrun]

A sombrero, something that Dennis thinks, for a horrified second, is a baby, until he realizes that it's just one of those creepy dolls that cries and wets itself, four packets of green Jello, a gnarled staff, a wrist-thick red rod, something that looks like a magic wand...

Dennis looks at the growing pile with something like dismay. No mobile yet.

"People here are so weird."

[snap_time]

"Not gonna argue on that one."
A few books, a pointy hat with an obscene amount of sequins on it, and what looks like one of the Mayan diorama figurines for a moment (on closer inspection, it isn't) later, there's... well, something black and cell-phone-shaped.
"This it, or do we keep going?"

[fatboyrun]

Dennis squints at the battered phone, then brightens as he sees the familiar patterns of dings and scratches. "No, that's the one," he says, holding out a hand for it. "Thanks."

He sees a furry ear sticking out of the box, and he shoots it a dubious look. "...What d'you think that is?"

[snap_time]

Larry hesitates a moment, in light of the 'large, angry dog' comment, then pulls it out.
"...A stuffed Ewok, apparently. Wonder how long it's been in there."

[fatboyrun]

"An Ewok," says Dennis, blinking, but in a nostalgically amused way. "God, it's been ages since I've seen that film."

(It is dressed like a mini Jedi Knight, with robes and a plushie lightsaber.

It has seen better days.)

Dennis shoots it a considering look. "It looks as though it's been in that box for at least as long."

[snap_time]

"You can never tell, around here. Oh, I'm Larry, by the way."

[fatboyrun]

"Hey," he says. "Dennis." He glances down quickly to check his phone; no service, and, yep. Seventeen messages. Great. He looks back up again. "Are, you a new hire, too?"

The Ewok is kind of freaking him out; he leans over and sets it up so it's sitting down, at least.

[snap_time]

"No, just got drafted for the night. Bar caught me before work, this time."
Last time it was mid-shift, but at least the time warp thing had worn off by then.

[fatboyrun]

"Ah huh," says Dennis, and then there's something of a rueful smile. "Let me guess: you're a security guard." He points, demonstratively, at the tag on Larry's jacket.

[snap_time]

Larry grins. "Yeah. Night shift, natural history museum in New York. 2007."

[fatboyrun]

Dennis grins back, a bit, and taps his cap. "Day shift, London; 2007."

[snap_time]

"Cool. Not the sort of thing I expected to do, never mind like, but... it's more exciting than I would have thought."