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[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

Schroeder walks into the bar looking a little pale and dazed. He looks around for anyone who might be working, but he doesn't know too many people yet and everyone looks like they know what they're doing so he just sits down at a table and rests his head in his hands.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel walks over with her tray, smiling at the boy. "Can I get you anything?"

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

He squints up at her.

"Um, please do you have some painkillers?"

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"I can get you some. Be right back." She goes over to the bar and returns with some motrin and a bottle of water. "Here you go. Anything else I can get you? I'm Isabel, by the way."

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"Oh, um, hi. I'm Schroeder. It's a pleasure to meet you. And also do you have muffins?" He smiles up at her.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Any type you want. I like the chocolate chip ones. Honestly, we have everything here so yeah. Like anything you can dream to ask for."

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"Um, blueberry muffins will be really good." He takes a couple of painkillers and smiles at her. "Please and thank you, too."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Manners. So refreshing. "Gimmie a few seconds." She walks over to the bar, relaying the order and returns with a muffin on a plate, butter and jelly on the side, along with a knife (and a fork just in case). "It's warm. If you don't want it that way I'll replace it for you. So are you bound here or can you come and go?"

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"I can come and go." He looks at her for a second. "This place gets steadily weirder and weirder. Are you an angel or the devil or anything I should know about?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde's wandering around, eating a Baby Ruth bar. Breakfast of champions.

On his way psat (probably to harass Warren), he catches sight of the guy with his head in his hands.

He sidles up to his table and tilts his head, speaking through a mouthful of Baby Ruth. "You alright, man?"

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"Um, my head hurts a little." He grins, kind of apologetically.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde (hopefully minus typos this time) grins back knowingly.

"Feel yer pain, man. What's the cause - insomnia, booze or something stronger?"

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"Um, no. I was practising and I forgot the light and when I remembered it was dark and the music was hurting my eyes to read. And I think I forgot to sleep too, but I'm kinda used to that. Um, and also, I'm Schroeder, and hi."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde stares at him for a moment or two. All of that sounded rather freakish to him, but in an interesting sort of way. He nods a little and says "Huh."

Then he nods in Schroeder's direction. "Hyde." He decides to pull out a chair and settle in next to the guy. "A guy named Schroeder who plays music? Sounds like the Peanuts character." He laughs a little.

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

He looks bemused. "Peanuts? What kind of peanuts? And also it's a pleasure to meet you."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde just shakes his head. "Nevermind, man. Yeah, it's fantastic to meet you too, blah blah blah."

He digs a cigarette out of his jeans, along with his pinup girl lighter, and the zippo makes a huge-ass flame as he lights up. He also offers the pack (Marlboro reds) to Schroeder, though Schroeder looks as likely to smoke as some of the cute animal characters who wander into the bar.

[iopenthings]

[OOC: Retroactive squeeing, glompy fangirlingness! I reeeeeeeeally want to play with you sometime. Except not now. But sometime!!!!!!!!]

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

[ooc: cool, definitely. :)]

[detective-matt.livejournal.com]

Matt sits in the empty stool next to Schroeder, and nods solemnly.

"Know how you feel, bud. What's the cause of your little angst-fest? I can assure you it's not as strange as mine."

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

He looks mildly unnerved.

"Um. I have a headache?"

[detective-matt.livejournal.com]

"Huh."

He seems a little disappointed at this revelation, but composes himself again, and digs through his pocket.

"Aspirin?"

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh, it's okay, someone brought me some already. Why's your day been bad?"

[detective-matt.livejournal.com]

Matt shrugs, almost carelessly, and tosses a tabloid down the bar.

"Really odd guy who seemed to have stigmata ended up in the city morgue a while back, and some of the ME's thought he was actually St. Francis. I guess he could've been, but now it's all over the papers, since he came back from the dead and wandered the streets of Boston."

[detective-matt.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Ah shoot, I've got to wrap. I'll be back in maybe an hour or so...I have something I need to do. Sorry!]

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

[OOC: not a problem, I'll probably still be here]

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

He makes a face.

"St. Francis. Make me a channel of your peace. Banal."

And then he pauses, and thinks.

"Um, that really wasn't the point of the story, was it?"