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[thelastearthman]

Arthur hasn't been sleeping well lately. Which is why he's curled up in a booth with Kenna at his feet, using his bundled-up dressing gown as a makeshift pillow.

Feel free to say hi, but you may not get a coherent response.

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[harvardbohemian]

Now that's a new one. Joanne, thanks to the wonder that is Millitime is around the bar. Doing something. She eyes him, then walks over, for God only knows what reason. "Sir, do you need money for a room or something? Or at least a cup of tea?"

[thelastearthman]

He opens an eye, realizing that someone's talking to him.

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

[harvardbohemian]

"Oh, well, sorry to have disturbed you." She really has been hanging around Mark too long. She's picked up his tendancy of late to throw money at people. "I'm Joanne, by the way."

[thelastearthman]

"Arthur Dent."

And then it clicks.

"You wouldn't happen to know Mark Cohen, would you?"