Earlier today (millitime!)

[forge_fire]

There is a man.

Well, not a man. He looks like a man, but he's not quite a man.

He has a screwdriver.

No, it's not sonic. It doesn't have to be.

He also has what looks like a radio taken a part in front of him, a bowl of olives, and a cup of near-soupy coffee.

Have at.

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[milkbonesoldier]

[This falls, for the sake of sanity, some time between the two OOMs in Harry's entrance post today.]

Wells is in a fair mood today, which is a relief compared to how it's been for some time this week. Spotting a familiar face and catching whiff of the matching scent, well, that goes even more for his mood. He migrates over towards the table of the unfortunate radio, raising a hand in greeting.

[forge_fire]

Hephaestos raises his eyes and gives Harry a warm smile. He gestures to the other side of the table.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells nods and settles into the chair. "Evening," he says. "Never did get to thank you properly for the other day. Annie's got a shitload of baklava at home for you and the missus, though."

[forge_fire]

Oh, the smile is bigger. Much bigger. Wells has learned the rather easy route to Hephaestos' heart.

"Thank you."

[will_scarlett]

Will's at a table close by and sees the pieces and his curiousity gets the better of his comfortable seat.

The penny dissapears into his purse as he picks up his hot chocolate, "What do the pieces make, sir?"

[forge_fire]

He looks at the young man.

There's a certain warm to his expression, even though it's obvious they've never met before. He leans back in his seat and gestures to the other, empty, side of the booth before spreading a hand over the expanse of pieces. Might he like to look at them further and guess?

[will_scarlett]

Will smiles and takes the seat, not touching the pieces but trying to figure them out. Some of them look forged and others seem strange and unlike anything he's seen before,

"Looks like a jeweler's and a blacksmith works, sir, tis the strangest collection, I've e'er seen."

[forge_fire]

He doesn't quite laugh, but there's a hitch of the shoulders and his smile widens. He nods.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel had been heading back to his couch, but when he spots Hephaestos, he turns around, gets another mug from Bar, and heads on over.

He slides into another chair at the table, and offers one of the mugs.

It's hot chocolate.

[forge_fire]

He smiles and nods his thanks before welcoming him to the table with a hand.

Sit. I'm working but I'm happy to talk.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel sets the chocolate in front of Heph, and a little to the side.

"Been a while," he says.

[forge_fire]

He shrugs. He has periods where he doesn't want to deal with anyone and others where he just needs people. Often the second time had been one mostly of great frustration, but the bar was helping.