The area just outside the door to the forest of the bar resembled something of a construction site, tools and nails strewn amongst piles of wood. And in the center of the less-than-organized heap of progress was one (computer) engineer, looking at the blueprints the Bar had given him with the determined concentration of a lost foreigner trying to read a road sign in China. The directions
were in English (after two other sheets, one completely unrecognizable, one in Japanese), but that wasn't helping Mark any.
So- how many Engineers
does it take to build a fort? Apparently more than one.
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Near the reflection pond, a blur of curly brown hair and bright pink sundress squealed as she chased after the evasive ducks that had come over thanks to the promise of bread humans usually entailed. Off to the side, sitting on the park bench, that familiar face (this time with both the cane and the toddler to set him apart) sat reading a book, occasionally looking back towards the sound of hammering and cursing coming from near the door. He was in too much pain to go help- or actively corral the girl, for that matter- but he had enough strawberries in the bowl next to him to call her back, much like the bread worked for the ducks, if she got too far away.
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Back at the bar, hunched over a book with a sandwich in one hand, a beer in the other, was that 'wizard' PI again. The plate for the former was strategically placed under his right hand, so he could set the food down to turn the page of his latest book ('1001 More Spells Using Just Your Junk Drawer'; he'd thought it was a joke. It wasn't.) He still wasn't so sure about this 'magic bar' theory, but the place was definitely interesting. And other than a bit of a scare the night before, with some far-too-familiar howling, he was deciding to just go with it. It wasn't like they could pin this on him; and other than the decidedly late rent, and the fact that his cat was likely to get creative with his mice, in retribution, he didn't see how a bit of a vacation could hurt.