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[lamb_of_gold]

 [Mu is sitting quietly in one of the booths of the bar, absently toying with an empty coffee mug. His hands are, once again, free of the scars that indicate his work.  Whatever it is that he's contemplating, he seems troubled by it.

He does afford anyone who enters a small greeting, but he's very clearly waiting for someone...or, perhaps, several someones.]

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[punkblaze]

[Here's Eithan, looking around and wondering exactly what is going on. He nods when he sees Mu, but since he has no idea who sent the note, he also has no idea if Mu's the one he's looking for, or if maybe he got here first. But, given the way Mu seems to be waiting...

Eithan makes his way over anyway.]

Hey. Did.. you get a note? Or send one, I don't know.

[lamb_of_gold]

I sent them, as a matter of fact. It seemed to be easier than tracking you down in person.

[He gestures for Eithan to sit, then stares back at his mug, seemingly unsure of how to continue.]

Was...this the first time you've met with death?

[punkblaze]

[At that answer, he just nods again, sits down across from him.]

With my own, yeah. [Pause.] Tch. That's still weird to think about.

[lamb_of_gold]

Mmm. I had trouble coming to terms with my own first resurrection. This time is not so disconcerting.

[Mu looks back down at his hands.] Im sorry.

[punkblaze]

[Eithan shakes his head.]

No reason for you to be sorry. [He runs a hand through his hair.] But... hey if you sent the note, that means... you know what happened?

[bonnypiperlad]

[The note has brought Jamie to the bar as well - and in fact, he's still carrying it in his hand, having come straight to the bar from the mailbox on the Plane. Or, well, very nearly straight to the bar, with only a small detour to the TARDIS on the way.

He's not at all sure what to expect when he gets there, though - for all he knows there could be nothing at all. And at first it does look like nothing, save for the fact that Mu's here as well. It's been a long time since they've had much of a chance to talk, given Victoria's arrival and the marriage and the general running around the universe he's been doing, but it doesn't stop Jamie from heading over to say hello - and maybe seeing if he got one of those notes as well.]

Mu! Hey, listen, did ye get some sort of note too?

[dododo]

[ Said TARDIS detour also has a bit of a side-effect. Or cause of effect, more like; Jamie has someone right on his tail. Because, naturally, the Doctor would like to know exactly what happened as much as Jamie, because Jamie is his best friend and you do not touch his best friends. He's very displeased about the whole affair, because the state he found Jamie in...

But, while quietly seething, he doesn't let it show. He hangs back, goes to explore around the bar, but listens in to the conversation. ]

[lamb_of_gold]

As a matter of fact, I sent it. Hello, Jamie.

[Mu looked up at his approach, noting Two in his peripheral vision. He hadn't expected company, but said nothing, instead focusing back on Jamie - after all, he had no way of knowing if they were together or not.]

Have a seat.

[bonnypiperlad]

[It's really not a surprise for Jamie that the Doctor's followed him, but when he doesn't immediately come over and join in on the conversation, he figures the Time Lord is doing his usual observing without drawing too much attention to himself. So Jamie decides not to draw attention to the Doctor either - and frankly, Mu's statement catches his attention rather neatly. He blinks for a moment before sliding into the seat across from where Mu's sitting.]

Ye did? Well, alright. So what's going on, then?

[dododo]

[ It catches the Doctor's attention too, naturally, which makes him pay some added attention. He doesn't turn his head or anything like it, but he definitely listens more closely. ]

[docinawall]

Hey! [Doc spots Mu in the bar and goes over to join him, sitting across from him cheerfully] Wow, that's some crazy hair! Purple's a good color. Can I sit here? [he sounds a bit nervous--he's used to being kicked off of teams] I got a weird note, so I guess I'm here to meet someone. Are you here to meet someone, too?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu somehow avoids staring in incredulity.] I'm the one who sent for you. Please, sit.

[docinawall]

Really? [Doc sits] Because uh, I don't think we've met. Have we met? I'm usually so good with faces!

[lamb_of_gold]

I don't believe we have, though I've met several with armour such as yours. My name is Mu.

[docinawall]

[Doc makes a face under his visor] Yeah, those are Freelancers. It's not really the same thing.

[he brightens when Mu introduces himself] I'm Medical Officer DuFresne! But the guys all call me Doc. So...uh. Why did you write me a note? [because he's having a hard time imagining why you'd write to someone you've never met]

[grip_on_reality]

[when Menzies enters, she goes straight up to the bar and pours herself a pint. as she's doing that, though, she spots Mu in a booth. so she heads over, curious, drink in hand. she doesn't actually sit--he has a look that says he might not want to be disturbed--but she does stand next to the booth. considering him, she asks:] Rough day?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu tenses slightly. While he does like Menzies, she has ways of getting information from him that he'd rather not give. Nevertheless, to refuse would be rude, and so he gestures that she join him.]

To put it mildly, yes. Our hosts are growing meddlesome again.

[grip_on_reality]

[for Menzies, investigating matters like this is not only her job but also her passion--and something she sees as a personal responsibility, at that. she can sense his discomfort, but she doesn't say anything about it. she just sits across from him, eager for information]

Are they really? [her expression is dark] I'm guessing you mean the recent murders, unless something else is going on, too. [which she wouldn't put past this place, to be honest]

[lamb_of_gold]

Just the murders for now. I had hoped to never know death so intimately again until I was an old man, but here I am.

[grip_on_reality]

[her surprise is obvious] You-- [but she cuts herself off, shaking her head. her expression softens a bit, her voice quieter] I'm sorry.

But...you know what caused it?

[behisequal]

[As far as everyone is aware, Loki hasn't been seen on the Plane for a while, but couldn't be any further from the truth. After waking up in that man's workshop, he's taken to using his cloaking spell to investigate how this all came to pass. The clues have been nothing but puzzling and random trinkets; his own suffers from the same problem for having no rhyme or reason in his mind as being the source of his demise.

Upon receiving the note, he is, admittedly, curious and slips into the bar unseen. For a moment he just stays and observes and watches Mu. Is this who he is supposed to meet? Loki doesn't recognise the handwriting, but he sees no harm in hazarding a guess. After a few more minutes of observation, he heads back over to the door, opens it and removes his spell as he lets the door swing closed, creating the illusion that he's only just entered.]

Are you responsible for summoning me here? [He strides over to Mu, the note in his hand.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu only looks up at the sound of the door closing, and so Loki's trick is safe. At the question he nods and indicates that Loki join him, though he looks very uncomfortable as he does so. There's little of his usual deference in his voice. ]

I am. Please sit with me so we may speak.

[behisequal]

[He notices this, finding it curious but says nothing. He, however, makes no move to take a seat.]

Speak what you will now. I am in no mood for sitting.

[He stands near, resting a hand on the bar surface. That's as relaxed as his posture will get.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu's apparent discomfort grows, and he looks down at his hands, unwilling to meet Loki's face.]

Have any scars remained with you? Burns can be quite stubborn for those.

[behisequal]

[Loki's eyes narrow, his fist unconsciously clenching for a moment. He leans forward, his voice low.]

No. How do you know I was burnt?