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*A cloud of white drifts into the bar, hovering a good six feet above the ground. It drifts this way and that, with no seeming purpose, until it stops near the bar. The cloud grows darker, a rumble of thunder, a flash of lightning, and it begins to rain in avery localised location. As the water falls, it begisn to fill in a shape, pouring itself into boots, then pants, moving upwards, a waist forms, along with a trenchcaot as it goes up, until Tim is formed beneath the wispy remains of a cloud. He looks around with a faint smile, nodding. He slips a second pair of sunglasses from a pocket and stares at them through his own, muttering beneath his breath, making small smooth gestures. Anyone looking might notice symbols passing across the inside of the second pair. Tim raises his head to check if theres a bartender or if he should make his own...*