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Tony is in a booth. It’s neater than yesterday, with the newspaper folded beneath an open notebook that sits next to a laptop. He’s typing, sometimes furiously, sometimes not. He checks back to his notebook often before striking the keyboard again. On occasion, he writes in the notebook.

[ ooc: mun vanishes for a nap. Tony will return later, hopefully to confront a certain somebody... ]