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The Radiant Feldspar had become much quieter in the wake of the Charmony Festival and had become Dan Heng's favorite haunt in Penacony. Something about being in the free air was liberating for him, able to feel at peace compared to the cheery chaos of the streets far below. Within the projector room had the two men retired, watching nonsensical movies that were among the thousands produced in Penacony. Neither had really been paying attention to the movie, and Boothill seemed deeper in his cups than he was into the plot.

In was the kind of companionable silence they could appreciate.

@destdevel sent : " yer' phone gettin' low, huh ? want me to help ya' with it ? "

" DO YOU HAVE A POWER BANK ? i don't have the end of my charger & there are no outlets around. i need it back in shape just in time to pull for a game. " something tells you that there is a meta-play in these words.

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The bar was loud, some backwater joint just close enough to paths most travelled to pick up on good intel, but far enough away to avoid surveillance from those he'd rather not encounter. This wasn't his brother's sort of place - not loud or clean enough for that - and from what he'd gathered so far, not of enough importance to be looked at by the navy either. The best kind of place to simultaneously find and not be found. He could dig a little or ask around, and perhaps he would later when patrons became more free with their words and less likely to remember faces, but Rocinante's preferred method had always been to keep to himself and listen. Never doubt the average person's ability to have a private discussion in a public space. That was the plan, but the person at the counter next to him seemed to be the chatty type - at least in this moment.

Dried blood eyes - sharp but not threateningly so - surveyed the man beside him from over the rim of a glass, the scars at the corners of his mouth tilting his neutral expression into something of a grin. He'd already not answered this guy's other three or four previous questions and wouldn't speak for this one either, at least not out loud. The former marine was just trying to pick out what was familiar about him - not necessarily in the sense that he'd seen him before, rather that he had a familiar sort of look about him, like he'd been through a wringer of some sort. Answers though. He signed a little, left hand curling into a loose fist, arm moving to arc the thumb back over his shoulder with a faint shake of the head: won't. The tall man seemed to think better of it though, and pulled a notebook from his shirt, flipping to an empty page.