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[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard wanders out of the staff quarters looking a little pale; he obviously ran afoul of the flu that's been sweeping through the staff during the last couple of days. He's a little tired, but not infectious. He goes behind the bar

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[bloody_awful]

*comes down the stairs and settles in on his barstool*

Evening, old son. Got a pint and a bowl of stew to spare?

[the_woodpecker]

For you? I got two.

*hands him a pint and goes to the kitchen to get the stew*

What's new?

[bloody_awful]

*takes a sip of Guinness and pretends to consider*

Well, let's see. This morning over breakfast I threatened a vampire with a machete. I'd call that the breakfast of champions, all right.

*takes a bite of stew* This is brilliant stew.

How's things on your end?

[the_woodpecker]

*laughs out loud*

I'd say that is an excellent start to any day.

I'll give Gil your compliments on the stew when he's more with it. Half the goddamn staff's laid up with the flu.

I'm all right. Had a minor bout of the flu yesterday, but I feel good today. *looks around the bar* Things are getting busy, which around here is both good and bad.

[bloody_awful]

*mouth full of stew* Mmf. *wipes mouth with back of hand*

Say, while I'm here, you see anyone around here named Fred? Possibly female, possibly blue? Possibly a demon?

[the_woodpecker]

*eyes narrow* No, not lately. I think I met someone matching that description a few days ago. Haven't seen her since.

Why?

[bloody_awful]

She make any trouble? Thing is, she made some kind of threat to one of the kids who comes around sometimes. Skinny kid, dark hair, glasses. Name of Tim. I'm .... I'm sort of keeping half an eye on the kid, and I want to know how much a threat this Fred truly is.

[the_woodpecker]

No, she seemed nice enough. Kind of lost, really, and only... slightly blue.

I'll let you know if I see her. I can't guarantee that I'll be at all effective if she tries something. *grins* I'm only good for bouncing mortals, you know.

[bloody_awful]

Well, if she comes in again, you just point her out to me. I'll take care of the rest.

*glances around the bar* Who's the sick old geezer in the doctor get-up?

[the_woodpecker]

*looks annoyed*

I have no fucking idea, but he's creepy and he's looking for that Paul kid. I think we need to keep an eye on him. He's asking everyone if they're sick and need to be cured. I don't think I'd enjoy his idea of a cure. *shudders*

[bloody_awful]

*eyes the doctor with cold interest* Well, he's dead, that's for sure.

*sits, looks and thinks for a moment, takes out a cigarette and lights it* Aw what the hell, I could use a laugh. Keep my seat warm for me, all right, Bernard?

*Stands and strolls over to the doctor*

[the_woodpecker]

*chuckles* Sure thing.

[bloody_tired]

Jenny appears through an yellow-orange hole in space time.

She looks down the length of the bar then walks up to John.

"John Constantine? That you?"

[bloody_awful]

*John hears his name and looks over from where he's having an unsettling conversation with an unsettling old man.

*He does a doubletake, and grins* Shite, they will let any old rubbish in here, won't they? Come on over here, Sparks. We could use your... sparkling wit.

[bloody_tired]

Jenny sits on the barstool next to John.

"Glad to help, you silly bugger."

She turns to the doctor.