[log] where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires

[famousinwar]

'Stigmata' is an odd name for a bar - but it's the sort that appeals to the horrifying comedian that a Catholic upbringing created in Dr Aloysius Dessoir, so when he needs to sit down for a few minutes and tinker...well, it's out of the way, there's no one else there when he arrives, and it's comfortable enough. (The booze isn't bad, either,

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[unhexed]

When Wanda arrives, she's not really startled--the Nexus is never going to be familiar, but she does, as previously mentioned elsewhere, have a few advantages in tackling its nuances. Such has her own weird background. She smiles briefly at Aloysius and heads for the bar, missing, for a moment, the one back in the City. It was nice to have a place of consistent, almost-sane work, okay?

[famousinwar]

Aloysius notices her when she comes in, naturally, but to begin with he doesn't really react - when he does look up, it's as if he'd been prompted. "Afternoon," he says, slightly belated and friendly enough, for that.

[unhexed]

"And to you," she says, just as friendly. "This place really isn't ever occupied by actual employees, is it?"

It's somewhat mystifying to her how it manages to continually be stocked that way, but perhaps it's just a convenience of the Nexus. If she examines it too closely, maybe something will happen again to take it away - so she's not going to bother.

[famousinwar]

"I haven't been here before," Aloysius admits, neatly switching something out, "but if it's anything like the rest of the place..." He leaves it hanging, shrugging philosophically. "I assume the upstairs must be staffed sooner or later, DIY tattoos rarely work out well."