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[abtruse_wiggin]

Peter in the bar, sitting at a booth, surrounded by papers. Nothing new here, right? Except for the fact he's not even paying attention to the papers. Now -that's- new.

Obviously, there's something on his mind. Whatever it is must be big, if it's enough to distract him from politics...

[OOC: Mun is being dragged off for an hour, but will be back

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[mapmakerchur]

A short, leonine, tailless woman wanders by. She's a little bit unsteady, but it's hard to notice unless someone's looking very closely. She is carrying three National Geographics, except the magazines have been translated into some sort of angular-yet-flowing script.

[petraarkanian]

Petra walks into the bar area her Kitten (Kit) on her sholder. She scans the room looking for someone and her eyes Fall upon Peter Wiggin?

Slowly she makes her way across the room to stand by his table. "Wiggin?" She asks, just to make sure she's got the person right.

[abtruse_wiggin]

Peter hadn't thought it quite possible for one to get distracted from a distraction; and yet? Apparently it is so. For once she greets him, all previous thoughts fly right out of his head.

Because... well. All he's heard of this chick is she's kidnapped and Bean is awfully dedicated (in a suspicious way) to finding her, and. "You?" He asks, his tone more than slightly disbelieving.

[petraarkanian]

Petra blinks. That wasn't exactly the reaction she'd expected. "Me?" She asks slightly confused.

[abtruse_wiggin]

"-You-," He says again. "You're... that girl. The one that's kidnapped." Sorry, he's a bit in shock right now, check back in a minute and he'll be more cohorent.

[empath_wiggin]

Val's sitting at her own table, looking, well, rather similar at the moment. Wiggins are more alike than they care to admit. However, she's actually -working- on the papers in front of her, scribbling madly in Aurebesh-Italian. She looks up at Peter, then looks down again. Strange.