Saturday afternoon
[Post Milliway's Friday night: Jenny's room]
[Post Milliway's Saturday lunchtime: Marion returns to the bar]
* Indy tucks the sheaf of documents into his canvas satchel and takes a last look around his room. An assortment of new clothes still sway gently in the closet after the hurried removal of the last shirt he had yanked from the rail. His bag is swollen with the few outfits he could actually fit in he did everything he could as far as cramming was concerned *
* A forgotten sock lays plaintively on the carpet, and his neatly pressed white tux hangs silently at the other end of the rail, separated from the other garments for some reason. He tucks a familiar beige field shirt into the waistband of some worn khakis and pulls on his old leather jacket *
I guess that's it.
* He looks at Marion, chewing uneasily on a finger nail *
And I guess this is it.
* She nods back at him, acknowledging his emotions. Quietly they leave the room together and make their way downstairs, heading for the front door. He tries not to look around. The bar has that Saturday afternoon mellowness about it. Just a few customers drinking quietly or taking a relaxed late brunch. Nobody looks up as they approach the entrance. He hesitates as Marion reaches for the door handle *
Just hold on okay?
* He walks quickly over to the notice board and pulls a sheet of crinkled notepaper from the outside pocket of his bag. He scribbles something quickly and pins it up *
To whom it may concern,
Due to urgent matters beyond my control, I have found it necessary to return to my own time. I apologize that I have not been able to say goodbye in person. I will miss you all. Please take care.
Indiana Jones.
* Still trying not to look around, he approaches the bar and drops a couple of tarnished coins on the counter. A nearby serving rat takes care of his tab and looks up at him curiously. Indy smiles slowly and appreciatively a knowing look glazing his eyes *
* He returns to the front door and nods to Marion. She opens the door and steps through as Indy looks back one last time, tipping the brim of his fedora before adjusting it down firmly over his forehead. He follows Marion through the front door *
[OOC: Due to slowtime this took place on Saturday afternoon. The note has been up on the noticeboard since then, but it's pretty small and could easily have been overlooked]
[Post Milliway's Saturday lunchtime: Marion returns to the bar]
* Indy tucks the sheaf of documents into his canvas satchel and takes a last look around his room. An assortment of new clothes still sway gently in the closet after the hurried removal of the last shirt he had yanked from the rail. His bag is swollen with the few outfits he could actually fit in he did everything he could as far as cramming was concerned *
* A forgotten sock lays plaintively on the carpet, and his neatly pressed white tux hangs silently at the other end of the rail, separated from the other garments for some reason. He tucks a familiar beige field shirt into the waistband of some worn khakis and pulls on his old leather jacket *
I guess that's it.
* He looks at Marion, chewing uneasily on a finger nail *
And I guess this is it.
* She nods back at him, acknowledging his emotions. Quietly they leave the room together and make their way downstairs, heading for the front door. He tries not to look around. The bar has that Saturday afternoon mellowness about it. Just a few customers drinking quietly or taking a relaxed late brunch. Nobody looks up as they approach the entrance. He hesitates as Marion reaches for the door handle *
Just hold on okay?
* He walks quickly over to the notice board and pulls a sheet of crinkled notepaper from the outside pocket of his bag. He scribbles something quickly and pins it up *
To whom it may concern,
Due to urgent matters beyond my control, I have found it necessary to return to my own time. I apologize that I have not been able to say goodbye in person. I will miss you all. Please take care.
Indiana Jones.
* Still trying not to look around, he approaches the bar and drops a couple of tarnished coins on the counter. A nearby serving rat takes care of his tab and looks up at him curiously. Indy smiles slowly and appreciatively a knowing look glazing his eyes *
* He returns to the front door and nods to Marion. She opens the door and steps through as Indy looks back one last time, tipping the brim of his fedora before adjusting it down firmly over his forehead. He follows Marion through the front door *
[OOC: Due to slowtime this took place on Saturday afternoon. The note has been up on the noticeboard since then, but it's pretty small and could easily have been overlooked]