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[iamso_awesome]

The door opens, and by all appearances, a late-teenage boy walks in, apparently lost in thought (or just in bopping along with whatever's on his headphones).
Appearances, however, can be deceiving.
For one thing, it's not long before he pulls out one earbud, looks around, and grins. "Sweet! What's it been, three, four centuries

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[golden_lyre]

Don't mind the man down the bar with the (slightly golden) guitar strapped to his back.

He's just going to be staring for a moment.

And then another moment.

And then another.

...he'll get back to you.

[ooc: ♥ forever]

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo has some excellent being-watched radar (thousands of years of practice, and all that), so after a while, he glances down the bar.
It's not long before that glance turns into a double-take. Is that...?
The weird thing is, he's not sure. Which makes him think it is, but in that parallel-worlds sense that happens around here. Weird.
But still good, if he's right. It's been a while.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus knows this isn't quite the Apollo he knew, but it's close enough that he doesn't really care.

And he has to smile. (Because Apollo always makes him smile.)

[iamso_awesome]

Well, if that's not something of a giveaway, what is?
So he returns the smile and says, "Well, fancy meeting you here."

[morethanprops]

Moist is preparing for a trip to his world so he's wearing a nice linen suit and carrying a briefcase that has paintings sticking out of it.

He smiles at Apollo as he sits down and orders some coffee, "Did I hear that right, again for the first time?"

[iamso_awesome]

"You did hear that right. It's been a long time since I was here last." He suspects the bar's awesome quota might have suffered for it, but that's just because his ego is the size of one of those deteriorating galaxies outside the Observation Window was at its prime.
(It clearly hasn't suffered in the hot quota, though."
"Interesting kit you got there."

[morethanprops]

"Not terribly, I'm just going to sell some art,"

Its actually his but that's not the idea. Instead he's going to be a businessman who happened upon these paintings that he really doesn't know the worth of.

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo raises an eyebrow. "Very enterprising of you. Think you'll get much out of it?"
His bullshit sense is tingling, but for now, he's not going to say anything. For now.