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* A bespectacled Indiana Jones ambles downstairs in his field shirt and slacks. He looks a little more presentable than usual. He has shaved and it's even apparent that he has run a comb through his hair as he takes his hat off to sit at the bar. There's a happy twinkle in his eyes, possibly brought about by the prospect of an adventure. He orders a vodka tonic and casts a look around the room. Seeing no sign of the brownies, he takes a drink from his glass *

[Warning: gratuitous arm wrestling within]