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[salver]

Yeah. It's a problem.

He's made it decades without it, mind -- but seeing Sam Winchester with that thing that looks like a chrome file folder on speed, and seeing Sam use it, is enough to get him thinking.

If you can password-protect the shit out of what you're working on -- and that's possible, he knows, he just doesn't know how yet -- it's

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[will_scarlett]

Will is thoughtful as he gets a pie for dinner and isn't quite sure what to do with the book he brought down from his room.

He nods to Bobby as he passes his booth and looks for a place to sit.

[salver]

Bobby glances up from the circular to hand, and nods.

[will_scarlett]

To Will the circular catches his eye slightly, that's rather bright paper,

"Tis that a prayer book o'some sort, sir?"

[salver]

That's kind of --

Well. Odd.

"I guess it could be," Bobby says after a moment, "if you're into worshipping at the altar of capitalism. Or something like that. It's an advertisement."

[always_okay]

494 reads everything in sight. It's just something he does.

If he's not making an effort to conceal it, though, it leads to staring. And a desire to commentate.

Mostly he's fascinated by the pre-Pulse computers in the ads. So if 494 is sitting at a table nearby and peering at you, Bobby, it's nothing personal. It's just so very retro you can't not look.

[salver]

Maybe it's nothing personal. But like hell is it going unnoticed.

There's a couple of things worthy of investigation -- or at least that's what they look like -- in the Circuit City advertisement. Bobby puts it aside and moves on to the next one.

[always_okay]

That can only mean one thing.

An instant, and 494 is at the table, picking up the discarded ad.

"Are you done with that?" he asks, already flipping it open.

[salver]

Bobby looks up.

Dry:

"Guess so."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Hey."

That look on her face could be welcoming.

Or just wary.

[salver]

Bobby glances up.

Doesn't quite do a double-take.

"Jo?"

Beat. "I think you're in the wrong bar." Mild enough.

[tobeclosetohim]

Well. At least he's not the crazy not-himself.

Which, of course, changes things tremendously.

The booth seat across from him is claimed with an unceremonious plop.

"Few people here think thats much of a problem."

[salver]

Few. Meaning somebody does.

"Yeah?" Raised eyebrows. "Who does?"