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Spy's nearly humming as he steps into Milliways today. It's been a lovely productive day with a minimum of being burnt to death (or clobbered, exploded, etc.) and a good deal of backstabs all around.
"Could I 'ave a copy of my world's current Progrès Dimanche and a glass of my usual? Ah, merci." He settles on to a chair at the bar, newspaper in hand and proceeds, by all appearances, to begin reading it.
[Open forever.]
[Also: all threads take place before Demeter's.]
"Could I 'ave a copy of my world's current Progrès Dimanche and a glass of my usual? Ah, merci." He settles on to a chair at the bar, newspaper in hand and proceeds, by all appearances, to begin reading it.
[Open forever.]
[Also: all threads take place before Demeter's.]