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[5ame_heart]

 Fives is out on the back porch, making use of the daylight rather than the comparative murk of the bar. He's stripped down to his jumpsuit, and has his armor deconstructed across a table, parts of it already painted in wide blue stripes.

He's got the right shoulder panel in front of him now, though, as well as a datapad and a stylus, which he's twirling in his fingers as he stares out over the lake.

He's got an idea, he just needs to get it down.

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[makesthings]

Sameth's in the forge, sorting through some of the smaller tools that he used to use. Nothing's too out of order but he knows it could be better, so he's seated and going over hammers and various sized fasteners.

Its the kind of work that makes the forge nicer to work in and doesn't require too much thought. He knows that Lirael isn't completely happy with her hand but she hasn't told him what's wrong yet, he hopes she does soon. Having something he made not work the best way always nags at him.

Later, he'll find his way into the Bar and by the counter enjoy a spiced wine and fish and chips that remind him of Ancelstierre.

(OOC: Find him inside or out at the forge.)