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[rebelheartalien]

Michael comes into the bar, having finally found the time to do it, and looks around for anyone he knows.

People he doesn't are, of course, also welcome.

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[nita_callahan]

Like a certain wizard drinking tea at the end of the bar?

[rebelheartalien]

Exactly like her, in fact. He makes his way over when he sees her, settling on the next stool down.

[nita_callahan]

"Hey, Michael."

She gives him a quick, tense smile.

[rebelheartalien]

His own is similarly strained, though for different reasons.

"Hey. How're you?"

[md_donighal]

Here's someone he knows: a man in a gray suit with whom he shares a forename. "Michael," the other says with a smile.

[rebelheartalien]

He nods back, with a slight tense smile in return.

"Michael."

[md_donighal]

"I don't believe I've seen you since we got back from Phyrexia. How goes?"

[rebelheartalien]

"Not too bad", he says honestly, because really, there's only one problem, and that's not bad going. "You?"