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There's people inna bar.

These people would be:

1) Jake Foley. He's a spy, a nerd, and has nanites. Also a laptop!

2) Marilyn. She's got bright orange hair, white sunglasses, and a fizzily pink drink. (Non-alcoholic.)

3) Bryce Larkin. He's... a spy. That's really all you need to know.

4) The Goddamn Bruce Wayne. Grrr.

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The gentleman sitting at a table with clear sightlines to the doors isn't being paranoid, he's just being careful. There's a bottle of whiskey on the table (no label) and a half-full glass at his elbow.

He's wearing his Colt .45 at his hip and is dealing out a game of solitaire on the table, but don't let that put you off from bothering him.

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Dragon is sitting on a table, practicing. She has to practice, like every other novice, and Daemon said that just because she is in the Empath Guild doesn't mean she can ignore the Coercer one.

Elspeth also said to stay out of trouble. And she is. Sitting on a table, practicing illusions, is not trouble. It is practice!So armed with this ( Read more... )

There's that eggplant-coloured crushed velvet suit again.

Its wearer is seated in one of the armchairs by the fire, feet propped up on an ottoman, fingers threaded across his chest.

All in all, he is the picture of contentedness.

There's a seventeen year old boy in a chair near the fire, curled up as best as a tall frame he still hasn't quite finished growing into will allow. He has a Coke, in one of the old-fashioned glass bottles, and he's running his fingers idly over the shape of the glass as he watches the fish swim through the flames ( Read more... )

Jane enters the Bar grumbling under her breath about Tom Lefroy and his ego. It takes her a moment to realize where she is and she takes a deep breath to collect herself as she tries to recall how to get a mug of tea.


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There are many different universes. There are many different alternate realities.The two year old that comes running in, black curls bouncing and brown eyes shining, is quickly followed by his mother, hiking up the skirt of her robe to catch up ( Read more... )