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[souffle_girlek]

The Bells of Saint John are ringing...

A girl with a laptop a somewhat lost expression stumbles into the bar as she searches her pockets, trading the computer from hand to hand as she does. See, the problem with hitching a ride with a 900-year-old alien with two hearts and a time machine is you forget to bring your purse, and there's a definite risk of not having your metro card.

And then her feet hit the uneven wood of the barroom floor.

And then she looks up.

And promptly backs up against the closed door with an expression that's definitely closer to panic.

"No, not again..."

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[hasthehighground]

"Silver linings."He can imagine dozens of applications for that. (Adding hidden programs into political players, making a security guard legitimately forget to secure an entrance -- it... makes sense. Terrible sense, but sense.)

He breathes out, and nods. He wonders, again, who her friend is. "He's sure they're clear of the interference?"

[souffle_girlek]

"... I suppose so. I came back, after all. But he ran off before I could get beyond the 'blink dumbly at the floor' stage, dunno where he is now. Could be anywhere." She hopes he's gone back in time to put a beat-down on whoever started this mess. But he's probably off getting a sparkly space-sundae or something.

[hasthehighground]

"Sounds like a long day," Clint says, dry. "You want to change the subject?"

[souffle_girlek]

"Please." Her world has suddenly gotten so entirely strange. "So, I'm getting a different number of corners for this place every time I count. And there's fish, in the fireplace. And a mounted bra over the bar. And... an emergency potato?"

Explain, Clint. This is weirder than weaponized wi-fi.

[hasthehighground]

"The fish are pretty great," he says, with a half grin, looking over to them. "They helped me track down some of the toys from the infestation last week."

By going to stare curiously at toys, sure, but still.

"The rest of it is stuff I haven't learned yet, though I'm pretty sure one of the Bartenders would know. The corners don't move while you're looking."

[souffle_girlek]

"... Creepy." She finally decides, but hesitantly, because she's not sure if it's worse or better than snogboxes that are bigger on the inside. "And it's a magical bar that can give you anything to eat or drink, but there's bartenders?"

[hasthehighground]

"Well," Clint pauses, and tries to think about how Sallie explained it. "There're two types of bartenders. Some serve a Happy Hour, and that's just to give a more normal bar experience. The other ones are... more like building managers. They can talk to the Bar in their heads. Sallie Reynolds is the one I met; white hair, maybe 20 years older than me."

[souffle_girlek]

"I take it when you say they talk to the bar in their heads they don't just have an active imagination." Double creepy? She's not sure - the Doctor's machine, the one she is pretty sure is even more impressive than he let on, somehow it always felt like it was watching her when she was near it, or in it. "And do people really come here for a normal bar experience?"