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[smallgayjew]

Posner is still not feeling himself today.

Simon, though, is only feeling a bit under the weather. He thinks he's probably on the mend. He's feeling enough better, in fact, that he's ventured out of his room and into the bar proper, where along with the tea he asked for, he gets a note on a napkin and grins.

"Of course, darling. I'd love to. You just enjoy your nap."

A few minutes bustling around behind the bar produces a specials board, tastefully decorated, and proclaiming the following:

Specials

Apple Martini
Cosmopolitan
Vodka Martini



tiny-identity-crisis!tag: David Posner


[ooc: So sorry this is late. Open until 10pm, Pacific.]

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[makesthings]

"Why aren't you in bed?"

Sam wasn't expecting to see Posner behind the Bar and he's not sure how to take care of him.

[smallgayjew]

"Oh, hello again, love," Simon answers with a smile, leaning on the bar. "I'm feeling much better. I thought I'd take a trip outside, and the bar asked me to take over for a bit."

He's not at all dressed like Posner, having traded Posner's uniform for a pair of snug-fitting, flat-front trousers, a colorful shirt, dark waistcoat, and thin tie.

[makesthings]

Being called love is just odd, "Will you go back up and rest after that?"

[smallgayjew]

"Oh, I suppose so," he says with a sigh. "I just got so...bored up there."

[makesthings]

"I know, but you'll feel like yourself when you do that."

[smallgayjew]

"What do you mean, darling? I feel perfectly myself."

[makesthings]

"But you're not, you're sick and thinking you're someone else."

[smallgayjew]

"I'm a little sick, yes, but I'm who I've always been."

[makesthings]

"And who's that?"

[smallgayjew]

"Simon, darling. Simon Doonan."

[makesthings]

"No, you're David Posner."

[smallgayjew]

"No, I'm definitely Simon Doonon."

[makesthings]

"Then why were you wearing a school uniform before?"

[smallgayjew]

"For the same reason I'm god knows where and tending bar?"

[makesthings]

"No, that's not Milliways' fault. You're David Posner."

[smallgayjew]

He reaches across the bar to pat Sameth's hand. "I think I know who I am."

[makesthings]

"No, you don't. There's something going around that makes you think you're someone else. Look, why don't I try something to make your fever go down,"

He was wary about trying a spell before but this seems dire.

[smallgayjew]

"What did you have in mind?" he asks warily.

[makesthings]

"Just a spell. I just need to touch you and it won't take long. Trust me, David, I'll get you better,"

Or at least not worse.

[smallgayjew]

He still looks a bit unsure, but he holds out a hand.

"All right. See what you can do."

[makesthings]

Sam nods and concentrates, tracing Marks to call out the sickness, he focuses and the Mark on his forehead glows.

It doesn't work as well as he'd like so he shifts to working on the symptoms and tries to lessen Posner's fever.

He tries for about five minutes before stopping and sitting, "How do you feel?"

[smallgayjew]

Posner watches in fascination as the Mark glows.

"I...a bit better, I think."

[makesthings]

(OOC: I have to sleep thanks to work in the morning. Slowtime?)
"What's your name?"

That's the crucial part and as he stops the spell, the glow of the Mark dims.

[smallgayjew]

[ooc: Yep. :)]

"Simon," he says, then frowns. "No...David...I think."

[makesthings]

"Do you feel sick?"

When he felt sick, he seemed to think he was the right person, which is confusing, but Sam's grasping at what he can.