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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede comes in looking rather different than he has been: he's dressed in dark jeans, black boots, a shirt so deep blue it's nearly black, face unpainted. He sits down with a leather portfolio, making notes in quick handwriting, narrow, slanted and elegant.

It's time for a new identity, though he rather likes the one he has; Ganymede liked to be prepared either way. He sighs, and checks his watch, the hammered metal band glinting in the light.