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* Indy is not in the mood for happy hour fun tonight. Ignoring the 243 in progress on the other side of the room, he orders a whiskey from Bernard and retreats to a table in a more quiet part of the bar. After a chuckle at the fracas and an idle perusal of tonight's other customers, he pulls another egg out his pocket carefully *

* It's the same sort of egg as yesterday and appeared mysteriously in his bed during the night in just the same way. It also seems to be invoking the same puzzled frowns. The bespectacled professor eventually leans back and sips at his drink, while curiously tossing the egg up and down in his free hand *

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*Anthy heads over, eyes on the egg.* Another one?

Yup... fresh from... wherever.

* he causally flips the egg a little higher than he perhaps meant to and has to suddenly lunge out to catch it in both hands *

*Anthy winces a little as the egg plunges toward the floor, and looks just the tiniest bit relieved when he catches it.*

That's odd . . . and you still have no idea where it came from?

Nope. Must be magic I guess.

* he sets the egg on the table and absently flicks it across to Anthy. It rolls just as any other egg would - in a shaky circle. Unfortunately, Indy is momentarily distracted by the entrance of a pretty girl (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2261022.html) and doesn't notice the egg reverse direction. It innocently wobbles its way towards the edge of the table near him *

*serenely* Careful. If it breaks you won't be able to have it for dinner.

*She tenses a little, perhaps preparing to reach for the egg if he does not.*

Huh? Ohhh.... oops!

* his hand shoots out at the last minute and stops the egg a mere inch from it's doom *

Whew. Heh... almost got forced to eat scrambled again there.

Not even scrambled eggs. If it broke on the floor there'd just be yolk everywhere.

*She smiles cheerfully.* Maybe I should hold it for you? Or would you like it cooked now?

Um... maybe in a little bit.

* he holds the egg out between thumb and forefinger and peers at it very closely, beckoning Anthy to lean in and inspect it as well. He whsipers mysteriously *

You know what's amazing about it?

All right . . .

*And Anthy leans in and inspects it. She blinks.*

. . . No?

* he traces his fingernail down the side of the shell *

The markings.

*Anthy's forehead wrinkles.*

The markings . . . ?

Yeah... total lack of markings. Really curious. Most normal eggs have a few unique freckles or blebs. This one... and the other one that "appeared"...

* fingerquotes are employed *

...have no markings whatsoever. Plain as plain can be.

Oh. *She blinks again, still peering at the egg.* That is odd. Maybe they're not chicken eggs?

*Polexia waves and grins at Indy from her seat at the bar*

* Indy waves back, nearly dropping the egg in the process. After a grimace he recovers it and silently mouths the word "hi" with a sheepish smirk *

*she wanders over*
Almost dropped your egg there. So, is that some weird bar thing I didn't know about?

*she smiles*

Hm? The egg. No. It's a weird room thing actually. They keep showing up in my bed every morning.

*she laughs*
That is weird.
I wonder why.
So besides the egge, everything going all right?

*she grins*

Oh sure. Everything's fine. Still bound. Feelin' a bit better about the whole Tere thing though. Um...

* he gnaws at a fingernail *

...did we talk the other night? I have a vague recollection of... something.

Being bound is not that awful, unless you wanna be home, I guess.

Yeah, we did do some talking. You did seem a bit sad over the whole Tere thing though. So, I am glad everything is a bit better.

Talking huh? So that's what they're callin' it these days. Heh.

* he winks at her playfully *

I kinda remember. It happens that I do sorta have to be home right now. But eh... whatcha gonna do?

We did talk a little. I don't believe I said all we did was talk.

*she grins just as playfully*

Well, there isn't much you can do if the bar won't let ya leave.

Right you are. A couple of people reckon time may have stopped in my world anyway. I can only hope.

* he rubs his nose irritably and changes subject *

So what've you been up to since we 'talked'?

Well, i have heard that it can do that.

Not a whole lot, My dear close personal friend, Penny brought me clothes back from home, so I am no longer a slave to two outfits. So I have been going through my bag of clothes and seeing what all she gave me. It's not quite shopping in LA or anything but it'll do till I can leave.

*she grins*

Oh I know that feeling. I told you that Tim gifted me a whole new wardrobe for Christmas right? Which was pretty lucky considering I landed back here the last time with nothing but the shirt on my back.

* with a grin he preens a little *

What's even more lucky is that I didn't have room to pack them all with me when I left last time I guess. Otherwise I'd only have been left with the white tux Tere gave me... and Tim's polyester plaid lesiure suit. But then again, it'll be a cold day in hell before that outfit sees daylight. Even the clothes moths are avoiding that monstrosity. I'd rather come down in my underwear.

* he eyes her *

Until you leave? I forget... are you bound?