She casually lost the Blackberry.

  "Why are we all sitting here just staring at the Liberty Bell?" 

  "Most everyone is re-upping.  Points and juice.  Cell phones." 

  "I am reminded of Barbados." 

  She leaned out from behind an industrial architecture "piece".  Someone snapped her picture.  "I see him." 

  "Does anyone know where we are in this one?"  A loosely scripted improv plot was held up. 

  "We'd had to get permission.  To shoot." 

  "Got laid." A mysterious smile explained.  "By a man." 

  "Left her near the St. Louis thing." 

  Peering through eye-saving dark, dark sunglasses at lists of TO DO, someone commented on razor thin lines between Art and Science at the moment.  "That would explain these," a burrito-eating woman collecting things left on the smattering of cafè tables held up little plastic squeezy bottles of WATER SAMPLES, someone else identified.

  River Revivals, it's a thing.

  Nobody moved.  Beebee shots hit the bell. 

  A team captain pulled two people by the scruffs of their necks from a table.  Ordered, "Put these on." 

  Hand gestures rallied: MOVE OUT