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heartofthedream"Oh. You came back."
Jean closed the door behind her, grateful that she'd been home and not in the field. However, the number of doors she might find there or down on Krakoa was sizably limited. She made her way to the bar with an unabashed curiosity as she took in the changes of the busy room she hadn't seen in years.
(Or alive. There was always that, too.)
Jean's fingertips slid across the far edge of the stool before she sat down, addressing The Bar. "I think just coffee for now, please."
[ Have yourselves one Jean fresh from Krakoa.
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Jean closed the door behind her, grateful that she'd been home and not in the field. However, the number of doors she might find there or down on Krakoa was sizably limited. She made her way to the bar with an unabashed curiosity as she took in the changes of the busy room she hadn't seen in years.
(Or alive. There was always that, too.)
Jean's fingertips slid across the far edge of the stool before she sat down, addressing The Bar. "I think just coffee for now, please."
[ Have yourselves one Jean fresh from Krakoa.
Open until it falls off the page. ]
