No car, no money. Dr. Wilson is a happy man right now. Or he is once he walks into the bar, as happy as a man in his situation can get. At least here he can eat well and pay for it later. Thus, there's a Wilson seated at a table with more food than he's had in a while. But since this is Wilson, that's not saying much.

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[Milltimed to earlier this evening.]

Jack comes in from the lake for a minute to get something to drink, planning to escape the noise and bustle of the bar as soon as possible, before his nerves start rattling too much.  He only makes it to the bar when suddenly everything starts to shake, sending him to his knees, one hand still on the bar.

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Raven is sprawled out on the couch.

Possibly he has taken advantage of the blackout to nap.

It is equally possible he will use it as an opportunity to be sneaky.

Probably none of this is much of a surprise.

The door opens and -

No lights, no music, no drama, just a man in a blazer and old jeans, looking slightly tired. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it as he does.

It's been a while. Too long, in some ways. This isn't the right time for a drink, not yet: Eros turns instead towards the back door, heading for the lake and the night.

Well, he's back.

As in: there is a Wilson at the bar with a cup of coffee and a book entitled The Art of Alfred Hitchcock. This is an activity wholly interruptable.

April inna bar.

She's got a manuscript for Tilda to read, if the 6-year-old shows up.

She's also a little bored. Which is why she's making a gum-wrapper chain.

Bother at will.

Wilson walks downstairs to the bar in search for a cup of coffee. As soon as his feet touch the bar floor, his eyebrows shoot up. Why? He sees the door, that's why. He dashes up the stairs and appears moments later dressed in a suit and tie. Then he's off to the door and out of the bar.

(Fear not; he will return.)

Mrs. Martha Adams enters the bar for the first time in a while. She is looking, all things considered, quite good. Her hair is down to her shoulders again, her skin has the faint tan of a red-head who managed not to get burned (somehow), and she's dressed for gardening ( Read more... )

OOM: Something about being alone...