A return, during Cubefall

[director_global]

[From here.]The slight smirk he allows himself as he walks through the front door is a clear sign that Nathan Stark is very, very pleased with something. It remains evident even though he's immediately occupied with examining the changes to the bar and its environs

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[smart_house]

A lithe blond woman in a white top and taupe skirt she claimed for herself from Bar stares upward at the robot that she hasn't seen before admiringly.

"That is quite an attractive form to choose."

[director_global]

"Thank you." He zooms the focus of his visual lens in a little closer, scanning her form from head to foot to head (and face) again.

"Might I presume that your shape is an alternate as well? Or are you usually this captivating?"

[smart_house]

Captivating?

"I usually only receive those types of compliments from Doctor Fargo," the woman offers obliquely.

[director_global]

He can't blink, but the sudden contraction and re-expansion of the lens serves as well.

"... SARAH?"

[jackcarter]

Jack Carter is wary of the number of robots in the bar.

So when he casts a rather uncertain look in Stark's direction, well, it's because of entirely not-because-it-is-Stark reasons.

[director_global]

"Carter."

Beat.

"You're looking very ... yourself today."

[jackcarter]

Jack narrows his eyes. "Ohhhh, this can't be good."

[director_global]

"Why would you say that? This isn't Eureka, after all."