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* Indy enters from upstairs wearing his last pair of clean pants. If you look very closely as he saunters across the room, you might notice he is wearing a pair of red socks for some reason. The crowd at the bar parts like the Red Sea as he nears his usual stool. People seem to be eying him with amusement for some reason. He checks his flies and shrugs. He sits and orders a Jack Daniels and coke. Something about the bar decor is not quite the same as usual... but he can't place it. A presence of some kind... a sort of shiny, glittery one at that *

* He looks around the room with a bewildered frown and finally he turns his gaze down the crowded bar... *

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*She puts a hand out and then stops*

Can I touch it?

[ooc: I'm gonna move to the thread just below for a bit better flow. That ok?]