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[jonathanparagon]

Short Californian warlock at a table, deep in concentration over his books.

Come say hi.

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[amanda_darieux]

Tall English parisian night club owner at his table, "Hello Jonathan."

[jonathanparagon]

He glances up. "Hey, Amanda."

[amanda_darieux]

"So any news?" she asks as she takes a seat.

[jonathanparagon]

"Not really. We're still planning the thing."

[steak_man]

Hi, short Californian warlock. Here's a guy in leather and shades holding a glass of Stoli, staring nosily at whatever you're doing. He prides himself on being one of the nosiest people alive.

Actually, he just wandered past and he's bored. He tilts his head at Jonathan's work.

"Hey, kid. Do people do their homework in here too?" He already knows the answer; he's seen Petey Venkman at work. But never you mind that.

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan glances up and forcibly stops himself from double-taking when he sees who it is.

"Hi. Uh - yeah, sometimes. 'Specially if time doesn't pass outside while they're here."

[steak_man]

"I don't get it. You're not doin' homework, are ya? I mean, who does homework in a bar?" Or is that "inna bar"?

Cypher grins. "So what's your name?" Because he will talk to literally anything that moves. Well, almost.

[jonathanparagon]

"More like research. I'm Jonathan."