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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday
At least one person - probably two by now - knew of Coulton's placement in the timestream at this point. They were people he could trust with a secret, of course, but it was still unsettling to have his cover blown even a little this early. Coulson was handling it the way you'd expect, though; by doing his job. He was here to answer all of your questions about guns you couldn't buy and meditation he wasn't really an expert on.
[OOC: Around until 2:30ish Central.]
[OOC: Around until 2:30ish Central.]

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Forsaking his home work area he took a walk and ended up at Wellspring. He nodded at the guy behind the counter as he entered. "Hi. Is the meditation area open?" he asked.
[Just in case you are open for SP and these two meeting.]
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"Of course," Coulson said. "Having a stressful day?"
[SP is fine!]
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And let's face it. Any day he doesn't turn green is a better day.
"I also work here during the week," he added offering his hand for a handshake. "Bruce Banner."
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