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[mend_and_defend]

Watching the Front Door for any sign of Black Oil gets very, very boring. So Bob's decided to entertain himself by dragging a music stand over to his table and playing a few tunes on his new(ish) guitar

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[doc_venkman]

Peter stopped by, keeping an eye for familiar faces. Also sensing for Black Oil. Personal radar, and PKE meter along with him.

Nothing, nothing... hey, that blue guy looked familiar. Don't remember seeing a guitar though.

[mend_and_defend]

Bob doesn't notice Peter. He's too wrapped up in playing.

Way to stand guard, Bob.

[doc_venkman]

"Decent picking there. You play much?" Peter asked.

[mend_and_defend]

"Wha?" He looks up abruptly. "Oh, didn't see you there. Yeah, I play when I can. I'm a little out of practice now, though."

[lt_naraht]

A trio of tiny, self-motile, pepper pots (one with a new head) make their way over to Bob.

When this song ends, the blue one rolls forward.

"DO YOU KNOW 'CLOSER TO FINE?'"

[mend_and_defend]

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"Uh... I don't think that's in this book. Sorry."

[lt_naraht]

Is that a distainful (though throughly mechanical) sniff?

"BUT THE INDIGO GIRLS ARE THE EPITOMY OF CLASSIC FOLK-ROCK! YOUR MUSICAL EDUCATION NEEDS AN UPGRADE!"

Over in a dark corner, a certain Starfleet officer is having WAY too much fun with this.

[mend_and_defend]

"Look, I don't know much about User music, okay? I don't even know who this 'Mayer' guy is. Bar just gave me the book when I asked for new music to play."