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[dr_sarcasm]

OF COURSE TON'S BEEN AROUND.

He's just a NINJA dead... doc... pilot... thing. Really.

One way or another, he has chosen to reveal himself. Because the mun at long last exists again. And so it is that, armed with a datapad and a glass bottle of Halmad Prime, Ton is perched precariously on the arm of the couch.

He looks bored.

Passersby, beware.

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[incorsecsdreams]

Mirax knows that look if not that man. It's why she is watching him very, very carefully as she makes her way to the bar proper. She's in this place again, so clearly she needs a drink.

[dr_sarcasm]

...And she's cute, so Ton will happily make note of her presence.

"You! Miss! You're in this bar empty-handed. That's against the rules." Ton waves at the Bar. "Quick! It's on my tab, just order something so Security doesn't show you the door!"

....Hold on. It seems Ton has even confused his MUN by being nice.

[incorsecsdreams]

Oh, Ton. You fool.

Mirax suppresses a broad grin and affects a hesitant expression. "Are you sure?" she asks, sounding unsure of herself.

[dr_sarcasm]

"Go for it!"

Hey, what's he got to lose? He's already dead.