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[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Are you kidding? That was a hole in one," says a distinctive voice, from the door. "I've heard many a fine shot in my day, and that was one. How could you miss the roar of the crowd

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[flail_victoria]

"need help?" asked a girl looking up from some work she would rather not be doing. Good thing this guy can't see her eyes, or teeth.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"That," says Hawkeye, stopping his noisy progress and turning toward the sound of the voice (almost; he's a few degrees off), "depends entirely on what sort of help you're offering."

He grins.

"Think you can point me toward the bar?"

[flail_victoria]

She caught one of his arms with her oh so cold hands, and hooked her arm in his,"How about a guide?"

He might hear her smile.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Ehhhh, I've seen the place," he says, flippantly dismissive. "End of the universe, strange and unusual patrons, exploding stars -- I know how the whole deal works. If you feel inclined to guide me toward the bar, however, I think we might just have an accord."

(He frowns just a little bit -- under the bandages -- at that cold skin.)

[nothawkingbird]

"Hey watch it!" Kate started to say from her table, and then blinked as she recognized the voice and face around the bandages.

"Hawkeye? Oh god, what happened, here, you need anything?"

He'd likely notice a faint scent of lilacs that was getting stronger as the voice grew louder with her approach.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

The voice is vaguely familiar, Hawkeye decides; the lilacs aren't.

"That's my name; go right ahead and wear it out. I had a run-in with an unhappy stove," he says, cheerfully enough, whacking the next table in the row with the golf club. "I just need two other blind mice now to complete the tableau. Who's there?"

[nothawkingbird]

"It's me, Kate, code name Hawkeye. We met before a few times before around here." Probably because she only sometimes wears the perfume, or just it's easier to pick up the scent with the lack of visual stimuli at the moment.

"Well, no blind mice, but I could wave down a waitrat to get your order. Here, over this way." She gently came around to guide him to a chair at another table.

"Could even get you a cane, it's lighter than that club you're waving around."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye follows, feeling his way into a seat. He stumps his 'cane' lightly against the floor. "Thanks, but unless you have a cane that'll make a better putt from fifteen feet, I think I'll keep this one." He raises a hand and snaps his fingers, turning his head. "Oh, waiter?"

(The waitrat's in the opposite direction.)

[penderwydd]

Tegid didn't recognize the guy but still he's been blind before.

"Here," he said and caught the man's arm.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye's head whips to the side. "--Whoa," he says. "Hi there. Have we met, or do you make a general habit of manhandling perfect strangers?"

It is a relatively good-natured comment, if startled.

[penderwydd]

"I am Tegid Tathal," he said, "I was blind once."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"What a coincidence," says Hawkeye. "I was blind twice. Hawkeye Pierce. Think we can manage a side trip to the bar?"

[bitunlikely]

Thanks to the magic of Millitime, there is a Jenny coming to the rescue. Quickly stepping around the golf club, she takes hold of one of Hawkeye's arms.

"Where do you need to go?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hel-lo, nurse.

"Nowhere, now that you're here," Hawkeye tells the unfamiliar (pretty!) voice, and he grins at her. "Have we met? I feel like I'd recognize a voice as lovely as yours."

[bitunlikely]

Jenny beams at the compliment. She is growing quite fond of them (especially when Bart's the one talking). She shakes her head even though the man can't quite see it.

"Probably not. I'm new here! My name's Jenny."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Hawkeye Pierce, guided tour-taker extraordinaire," he says, still grinning that charm smile of his. "Think I could trouble you to deliver me to the bar?"

[gorgonfondness]

And another one hops onto the M*A*S*H bandwagon.

When Hawkeye comes Mia's way, she kindly moves with a quiet "Beg pardon." But her back was to him, so she didn't get a good look until after he passed.

The bandages were noticed first, being so obvious even she couldn't miss them, but then she noticed the golf club.

"That's the strangest cane I've ever seen, sir."

Is it really all that helpful for finding his way? Perhaps she should help him.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Oh, you should see my other one," Hawkeye assures the general direction of that voice. "That crook at the top is perfect for hitting the long ball."

He continues in his determined path toward the bar (which is, unfortunately, more toward the stairs than the bar).

"You'd tell me if I was about to walk out the observation window, right? I don't feel the need for my regular space constitutional today."

[gorgonfondness]

"Of course, and fortunately, you're not even close," she says, a hand on his arm to steer him. Once he tells her where they're going, that is.

A beat.

"The long ball?"

Golf? What is this golf you speak of?

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"The bar, please, driver," he says. "The long ball. You know, the deep drives, going for the birdie." He mocks a one-armed swing of the golf club, very nearly smacking a seated patron in the back of the head. "Golf. I'm Hawkeye Pierce, by the way."