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[stuck_mynock]

There's an Atton, with a computer, in the bar. The computer is displaying various holographic maps, listings, and other documents, which he's examining.

There's a sword propped up next to him, although the slightly ragged, wire-tangled appearance would suggest that it's also another weapon prototype which he was meaning to test.

Botherable.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey bro." Guppy approaches, with two half pints of beer. He sets one down in front of Atton.

"Why does your sword have wires in it?"

[stuck_mynock]

"It's a prototype I'm working on," Atton says, without looking down from the display.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Cool." Guppy peers at it.

"What does it do?"

[stuck_mynock]

"I'm just seeing how much weapons technology from every world listed in the Milliways library I can pack into one sword."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart eyes him with suspicion.

Former encounters with this man ended in him having his food stolen.

And today, Urquhart has a batch of pineapple-coconut muffins he made himself, as taught by Sunshine.

He might give up one, but doesn't want all of them stolen.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton gives him a hopeful look.

Plaintively: "Muffins?"

[scots_wolf]

"Yes," Urquhart says. "I made them. A very nice young woman taught me how to."

A very nice, brave young woman who isn't likely to ever come back, but Urquhart won't go there now.

[stuck_mynock]

Pause.

A little more like a prompt: "Muffins?"

[srspirate]

It might be best for all parties involved (or hereto uninvolved, as that could quickly change) that Porthos should not know there lurks a weapon in need of testing.

He's humming merrily to himself, already walking on a slant, as he orders a fine bottle of wine. He might be persuaded to share, but only if you are one of three 'B's: Blonde, Buxom, and a Babe.

Bonus points if you're all three!

[stuck_mynock]

Atton is none of the three.

He still wants the wine.

There may be sidling up to Porthos: "Heeey."

[srspirate]

Porthos eyes him cautiously.

(Athos isn't the only one who takes his drinking seriously.)

"Good evening."

The "Curious English Infidel" is implied. Since Atton is clearly not French, and Porthos is still dense as lead when it comes to the whole 'other worlds and backgrounds' thing.

[stuck_mynock]

"Good evening," Atton says brightly, reaching over to take Porthos' wine. He doesn't bother asking first.

[mandalorianheir]

Fett raises an eyebrow at the tangle of wires and whatnot that Atton has on hand.

"Working on anything special?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Trying to pack as much weapons technology as possible into one sword. Am currently researching practical applications of a code from another world which can distort space-time."

[mandalorianheir]

"A code which can distort space-time? You mean you can't do that yourself?"

No, Fett knows that Atton probably can't, ut he's still going to give him a hard time about it.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton considers this, then shoves Fett.

"I think you should wear a hat. Wear a hat from now on."