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[gravity_shifter]

There's a table in the bar that is covered in paper designs. Some small, some as big as the table itself, all appear to be parts of a whole.

Seated at the table, furiously working on another design, is a short redhead. Sikozu isn't just going to let herself rot in this place and if Plan A is to go off without a hitch, this needs to work.

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[student_of_impossibility]

It has been quite some time since Tavi was last around.

For Tavi as well as for the Bar, actually--although only weeks for him, instead of months. Still, those weeks made quite the difference, as the Tavi who enters is completely clean, beard trimmed, no visibly healing wounds, and even not in armor. Heck, he's not even in a uniform today, but deep red silk with blue trim (and if it still looks vaguely military, well, habits are hard to break).

He's even whistling a little. This? This is a good mood.

He's idly twirling a plain band of steel around his arm as he enters, carrying a stack of papers, and the moment he realizes he's in Milliways he smiles broadly and walks up to the front for a conversation with the Bar.

Pretty soon he's installed at the end of it, ignoring most of the papers he brought (under his handy new steel paper weight!) in favor of reading and re-reading something with quite evident satisfaction.

Oh yeah, and there's a notice up at the Bar.

Hello, Milliways.
Please enjoy free drinks and fruit tarts for the day.

[ooc: hi all! been a while. i'll be really, really slow because of a larp, but this really did want to happen.]