One might think, considering the fact that the Bar was a central meeting place, that it might be immune from the effects of this week.
One would be very very wrong.
The difference is somewhat more subtle, however.
There is, near the counter itself, a few
stacked boxes with a child's doll inside. The packaging assures you that he'll be your '
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She lifts the music box in her hands, turning it over a couple of times, before opening it. The music that issues forth is rather haunting, and a little creepy. "Riiiiight. All right, who's leaving their toys around?"
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"1,2, Freddie's coming for you.
"3,4, better shut the door.
"5,6, grab your crucifix.
"7,8, gonna stay up late.
"9,10, never sleep again."
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"Heh. Remote controlled. Cute."
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That is, until a glint of gold caught his eye.
In the booth across from him was a rather intricate-looking box, and he couldn't help but be intrigued. Since there was no one there - the bar seemed uncharacteristically empty, tonight - he went to examine it.
[I watched Hellraiser last night just for this. I'm lookin' forward to it...]
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The box was just that, a box: gold, inlaid with any number of designs. It was obviously a box, though, something to be opened, something that would reveal it's secrets only to those worthy of it.
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"...Hmm."
He picked the box up, brought it back to his booth, and looked it over thoughtfully. They had puzzles like these on Gallifrey; they were more often decahedra or other complex shapes, but the principal was the same. This one seemed very finely-crafted. What sort of thing would be inside? He couldn't resist.
And so, sipping at his pint, he went to work on it.
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