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[marionravnwood]

*Her conversation with Marcus still reeling in her mind, Marion steps through the doorway into Milliways Bar. She blinks at seeing the now-familiar place and then cranes her neck, looking back at the door in a bit of wonder.*

So Jones was right about that portal. First damned time I've been brought here automatically when I wanted to be, not

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[henry_jones_jr]

* Indy wanders slowly downstairs. He seems to be wearing the same clothes as last night — the same beige shirt and brown tie, the same tweed pants. He yawns and rubs some crust out of his bleary morning eyes *

* Crossing to the coffee bar, he groans under his breath and runs a hand though his hair, making absolutely no improvement to several parts which are sticking up at gravity defying angles. Having extracted a meager cup of something brown from the gurgling black machine, he smooths at the front of his shirt in a vain attempt to remove the unsightly creases *

Well done Indy! A hangover -and- a healthy measure of guilt on the side. Perfect combination. Just perfect.

* Sardonically congratulating himself as his conscience starts kicking in, Indy finds a table near the back of the bar and continues to nurse his self-inflicted malady with the questionable contents of the plastic cup *

[marionravnwood]

*At first she doesn't see him, making her way to the bar itself. Edgy and actually quite thirsty, she orders a coffee from the nearest wait-rat. After he brings her the steaming beverage, she tips him generously and turns around, pressing her back against the bar.*

C'mon Jones. Where are you?

*Taking small, slow, sips, she looks around the room more carefully, finally spotting his familiar form near the back of the bar.*

*Not waiting for him to greet her, she slips into a chair across from him.*

*Her brows shoot up a bit at his dress.*

New threads, Jones? You look...better. *She sets her coffee cup down and curls her fingers around the edge of the table and decides to get right down to business.* I spoke with Marcus.

[henry_jones_jr]

*He looks up and offers a thin smile*
Oh... well hello there... and welcome back. I guess my bar's still proving reliable.

* he shifts a little in his chair *
And how is Marcus? Pissed at my absence I'm sure...

[marionravnwood]

*She returns the thin smile, nodding a bit as she does so.*

A bit, but maybe it's got a vendetta against me. *She laughs lightly and scoots her chair in.*

Anyway, Marcus is...Marcus. I don't think he's pissed, but then again with Marcus it's hard to tell sometimes. He seemed to be confused and a bit hurt that you disappeared without telling him what you were up to from the start, but...he understands now. Maybe not completely, but he understands somewhat.