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The front door opens, and a girl comes in, and blinks.
"...Oh."
It's not the sound of a newbie; it's just the sound of someone who hasn't been in the bar for a while.
This isn't where Jane was planning to go, but she figures she might as well stick around for a while, so she gets herself a drink from the bar and sits down at a table.

(OOC: May be slowish due to homework.)

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Oh, look. Filmmaker with camera at a table. He's oblivious. As usual. But really, he looks approachable.

And so she heads over.
"Careful. Someone might get the idea you're bored, and who knows how much trouble that could cause around here."

"Bored? Me? Nah. I'm just glad for a bit of relaxation. Someone broke into my Loft about a week and a half ago."

"...Why?"
Forgive the girl, she's a few months behind on the news from this corner of the 'verse.

"There are bastards who don't like my film. They think I was trying to make some sort of social statement, so they're retaliating against me." He sighs, with a bit of a shrug.

"They must've gone out of their way looking for one - I don't remember anything like that. You and Roger okay?"

"We're fine. Roger's guitar's fine. My camera's fine. And, well, things've been mostly cleaned up. I'm trying to find replacements for my equipment, which is damn annoying. I might just see what I can find on e-bay." Mark shrugs.

"...Hmm. My dad does more work with still photography, but he might have some film stuff sitting around the house that I doubt he uses anymore. I could check, if you want."

"Oh, that would be great, actually. I'm totally willing to pay for it, that's not a problem. I just, well, I rather need it. Badly." Mark sighs. "It's been a long week."

Snow happens to be around and heads over.

"It's good to see you again, Jane. How have you been?

"Busy enough that I forgot to come in here on purpose, apparently - the door snuck up on me again. You?"

"I haven't been in Milliways much myself, but the twins have been taking up more of my time than usual. . . they entered the terrible twos early, and it doesn't look like they'll be leaving anytime soon."

"Yikes. I think two of my sister's kids are still in the terrible twos, and they're teenagers. Hopefully yours'll snap out of it sooner. Did you go home, or something?"
Well, if she hasn't been in Milliways...

"In the House of Arch, yes."

It's far more of a home to her than Fabletown ever was.

"And we're all hoping that they snap out of it soon. As long as we can keep up with them and still outnumber them, we've got a chance."

Jane grins. "There is that. And if they've got company at least kinda close to their own age, they might settle down sooner."

"If it doesn't encourage them more. . . well, we're doing our best."

"Odds are you'll have better success than Summer did."

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There is a boy in a mask, eyeing her. And then pulling up a seat. No, don't worry, he's not wearing the spandex or cape, just the mask. Otherwise he is dressed as a typical young man.

"Hi there."

Oh, so it's not!Tim.
"Hey."

Yup, Not!Tim at all.

"You look like an old hand at this."

"Got too busy to remember to come here on my own, I think. That's the first time the door snuck up on me in a while."

A nice glance to the door.

"She does do that."

Pause.

"Have we met before?"

"Possibly?"
He knew who she was last time, anyway.

"Jane, right?"

Jane nods. "And you're... some variation on the theme of Tim."
That doesn't curse people for the hell of it.