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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Head of Srcurity in bar

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Antsy as hell

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Please distract

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Six-year-old in bar (that used to be her closet).

She's having fun sitting under a table and talking to a couple of the waitrats.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

What is it with small children and playing under tables. He fears he'll never know. Still, he peeks under, a smile on his face.

"Hello miss, are you having fun under there?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

It's small and safe and big people can't invade as easily.

He gets a big grin in response. "Uh-huh. The rats are very friendly."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"That they are miss. These are special rats, you see?"

He wonders if his daughter will like to play under the tables once she's old enough. He thinks it's pretty likely.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes," April nods solemnly. "They're magic rats. 'Cause they live here, and here's magic, 'cause it's in my closet."

[dr_temperance]

Human skulls tend to be distracting. Maybe not in a good way, but distracting nonetheless.

Brennan glances up from the skull (the interior of which she is examining with a small flashlight) at the agitated officer.

All told, he seems to be in better shape than he was the last time she saw him.

"Mr. Kennedy? Are you alright?"

She assumes he will remember who she is. And if he doesn't, she'll simply introduce herself again.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie is good with faces, it helps to be when you're an officer on a warship in his time.

"Miss Brennan, I am, thank you. Er... is that what I think it is?"

[dr_temperance]

"Dr. Brennan," she corrects with a smile.

"The answer to that will largely depend on what you think it is," she adds.

Coming from anyone else, it might be sarcasm. From Brennan it is simply a statement of logic.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Doctor. My apologies."

He smiles, it's all in the tone.

"It would seem to be a human skull, but it looks less like you're about ready to start reciting Hamlet than I would be."

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

Krauser is here, minding his own business. (. . . in a looming sort of way.)

He looks over for the second time, having picked up a general air of antsiness.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

His wife is due to have a baby any day now, and he's on duty. He's allowed to be antsy. His hand rests on the hilt of an ancient but still deadly looking sword, his Security badge clipped next to it.

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

Twitchy people are trouble enough. Twitchy men with swords tend to be more so. Krauser glances at the posture and then resumes minding his own business, to a greater degree.

On another night, he'd sort of mildly chat with security, but right now it doesn't seem like a good idea.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He's not twitchy in the 'looking for a fight, ready to jump at every shadow' sort of way. He's just restless, more or less. The hilt of his sword is merely a handy place to rest his hand. He hasn't had to use it except for in practice for a long time. HIs face is friendly enough, if a little distracted.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita's a bit antsy herself, though for rather different reasons. Being unarmed is still sort of a new (and not so pleasant) experience for her. She hasn't talked to Archie in a while, and she figures she might as well kill two birds with one stone: talk to Archie and sit near someone from Security. Just in case, you know.

"Hey, Archie. You doing okay?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Miss Makita."

He greets her with a smile.

"I'm well enough, thank you. Yourself?"

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"Not bad, I suppose. Sort of looking for things to keep me occupied so I don't get so nervous."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He frowns a little at that.

"What's making you nervous then?"

Because he's the head of Security, and it's his job to keep people safe, especially his friends.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk's been researching things. Monk's been asking questions. The mun has handwaved all of this.

But when Monk spies Archie, he recognizes the description someone was nice enough to give him that other day!

Best to be straightfoward with things, right?

"Are you Mr. Kennedy?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie straightens a bit, turning his attention to the man in front of him.

"I am indeed. How can I help you, sir?"

The face is familliar, but it's obvious they'e never spoken.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk grins, fishes his badge out of his pocket and shows it with the utmost pride.

"I'm Detective Adrian Monk. I'd like to take up a job with the bar's security."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Do you indeed?"

He grins, he's never had anyone ask him in so many words.

"May I ask why? It seems you have a position elsewhere."

[taishar_malkier]

Lan's never spoken to Archie, but he knows the man by description and sight: Svava's husband, and the head of Security here.

Which is why, when Archie happens to glance in Lan's direction, he gets a slight nod of greeting.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie gives a little half-bow back. Polite, deferential, courtly. It should look a little odd in the jeans and button down shirt he's wearing, but somehow it doesn't.

[taishar_malkier]

Lan has gotten used to seeing clothing such as that, in his time here; it seems to be the preferred dress of many. The half-bow wouldn't necessarily look incongruous to him anyway.

In any case, it doesn't, and they're near enough for Lan to add "Peace and the Light favor you" at a comfortable volume.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

It is a new greeting, but it has a ring of familiarity to it. Maybe he's heard something like it before.

"And to you and yours, sir."