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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim is feeling a bit meh today. He had a fun thing to plan but it's all set now, and he just has to wait for the yacht to get to Peru. Which takes time and he's...okay, not bored exactly, but - well, something he doesn't really want to acknowledge. Also, the chef is trying to feed him fish again, and he's just about ready to fillet the man and serve him to the depths of the ocean.

So he came to the bar for his three-day check in, asks for an enormous drafting board and marker pens, and sets it up by the Window. A stack of architecture magazines are next, along with a mostly-ignored burger, and he's in for the afternoon. Anyone watching progress will be able to see a house being designed piece by piece...though there's plenty of random doodling around the edges as well. Lots of skulls, and touches of music, and math symbols. His mind does many things at once, and he feels a keen need for distraction today.

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[golden_lyre]

Here is a face that hasn't been seen in the bar for quite some time.

Well, it's sort of a face. It's definitely on the hairy side just now. Clean, but pushing into unkempt. His hair is the same, and when he opens the door to the bar, he pushes it back, out of his face, a bemused smile mostly hidden in his beard as he shuts the door behind him, cutting of the bright, Pacific sunlight and the faint echoing of gulls.

His guitar is still strapped to his back, and he reaches his hand up over his shoulder to brush the head with a fingertip as if to reassure himself it's still there. Satisfied, he makes his way to the bar and, before he can order, a sparkling glass of Atlantean appears.

"Good to see you too, lovely," he said, lifting the glass to his lips for a quick sip before turning to survey the room.

Multi-pup post: lazy afternoon

[cook_the_rude]

This afternoon, among other patrons,

• Dr. Hannibal Lecter is sitting at the piano, playing jazz;
• Teja is perched on a bar stool, with Egil sitting on the bar herself, proudly if slowly reading a book to him to prove he can;
• Galen Erso is outside, flying a quadcopter drone with the help of a 21st century tablet computer around the lake area, taking notes while he does so;
• Father Pearse Harman is taking down and putting up notices by the door of the church in the woods.

All of them are quite open to company.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

[tri OOM: Around seventeen years before all of this happened:


If I could have just one wish, I would
go back to who I was,
Back in time, and I'd say,
My goodbyes to you.


Warnings for just a lot of emotional distress being heaped on fairly small children.]