Something's in the air...

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Naraht comes in from the garden (his stair-climbing vehicle still in the planning stage, the upper floors are still inaccessable to him) and orders some granite for lunch. He wonders at the fact that it takes Bar about five minutes to produce it, but figures that perhaps she has off-days as much as any other sentient being.

But, all the same, the mood affects him. He retires to a table with a good view of the cosmological holocast outside and nibbles at the stone instead of devouring it with his usual healthy appetite.

Don't ask me how he's manageing to eat it into the shape of a tesseract, but feel free to come bug him.

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"And I've been out in the garden since we last spoke. I'm afraid I'm not exactly plugged into the rumor mill here."

Another few bites and the chunk of granite no longer looks like a tesseract. It actually looks like a Klien bottle (God only knows how). "Perhaps we should make some discrete inquiries. It would be difficult for those poor souls currently Bound if the Bar slipped into a major depressive state. She is, after all, their main provider."

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"I'll have to ask around. We've already got plenty of doom and gloom here- we don't need it to get worse. The last time it felt like this, Tim Hunter had died."

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"We had better start asking then."

Naraht catches sight of someone familiar sitting down at a table a short ways away. "Ah, Dr. Venkman has arrived. Shall we see if he knows anything we don't?"

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