Ben died approximately two months ago (Give or take, depending on if one is referring to Inn time or his own world's time), but he doesn't remember the two months that he's been dead during. He doesn't even remember dying at the moment
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The Inn has a strange sense of humor sometimes. Ben's gone, so this is obviously the time to return someone who died a little over a month ago
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JD is in a dark corner of the Inn lobby. It's not clear how long he's been there. 15 minutes... a few hours. He's wearing scrubs. Hell, he still has medical gloves on
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Fiona has been busy. With New Year's being so close, she has been scrambling to get her Explosive Device ready in time. She has taken time for the occasional shower and sandwhich, but that's it
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Steve knows that there will be at least one fabulous drag queen looking for him today, possibly two, so after waking up (and leaving a note for Juliet, poor thing, she slept even longer than he did), Steve heads downstairs
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It's the first time something like this has happened in the Inn, and Jane has decided to oblige April's few desires by temporarily changing the season from winter to spring. It's warm, but not too warm, not muddy, there's green and flowers everywhere
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Todd finally seems settled, finally seems like he's ready to face whatever weight has been holding him down. And yet, the door to the Inn still looks a little intimidating, but he has determination. He doesn't know what he might be marching off to face, but he's willing to face it
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Reid has been unusually social as of late and is currently taking some time for himself, sitting close to the fire and paging through a copy of Le Morte D'Arthur. He's read it before but sometimes there's nothing like holding a book in your hands and reading it.
The bar is currently housing a George who is currently solving all her problems
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