Steph's sitting on the table, leaning against the back wall of the booth, looking thoughtful.

There's a small black case beside her, too.

She'd rather like to get rid of it.

Millitimed to before anything else doomy happens. Look, doom-free! Get it while it's hot!

Vash is in the corner booth with a bottle of whiskey and a glass ( Read more... )

Kell is sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, looking rather ill.

He's got a number of tools, too, and he's using them to probe at and scan the strange black briefcase on the table in front of him.

Despite the fact that he's turning 3 shades of green.

Anyone curious?

Shut up.

Shut up... right. Now.I've been looking for this thing for almost a week now and the stupid bloody case refuses to be found. I've never been so tempted in my entire life to use my gift, to open up my private eye, but I knew that if I did, all it would do would be to give those overgrown errand boys from Above and Below another chance to ( Read more... )

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After a less than polite discussion with Mr.Universe, Pestilence stalks off in the opposite direction. The case, now hidden from ordinary human sight for a few minutes, lies by a wall some thirty feet ( Read more... )

Mr. Universe is down in the bar, sitting at a table with his laptop.

This is perfectly usual.

What is slightly less so is the small black case visible under the table by his feet. He's just looking after it until he can figure out who it belongs to.

[Pre-Milliways: This neighborhood's going down the tubes... AKA Why Angels Are Bad For Property Values]

do?

I turn my head and look for Suzie, but she's not there. That's when I hit the table.

The case in my hand goes flying, sliding off into the bar. At least, that's what I figure happened.

I'm a little busy being knocked out.

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