...and then coughs as he's out of his teleportation effect and in a room full of dust.

"Oh that sucks."

Starts looking around for dusty babes.

Barely seems functional and the bar is thick with dust. Risking a sniff, only slightly bugged by the tickle that would make him sneeze something fierce if he's not careful, Logan couldn't pick up any scents fresher than about a year ago ( Read more... )

Looks one way...

Looks the other way...

Starts porting all over the place, putting up misteltoe everywhere.

The record to beat today is 747.4

Bloody Pengu!

Who's got what it takes?

..
did I sleep in late?

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enters, dragging behind pieces of wood, a large thermos, plastic shot glasses, and a bag of fortune cookies. sets up in a corner a tiny stand and positions all the stuff where I gots easy access. then places up 2 signs, 1 on either side

Right side sign: Lemonade shots - 10 cents each
left side sign: Misfortune Cookies - 1 free with any purchase!
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*wanders in with a pleased smile on his face, sitting at a table and sighing contenly, eyes on the specials but obviosuly reading nothing of the sort.*

BAMF!

* looks around *

* takes tricorder readings *

A successful transit.

* walks toward the bar *

*a fairly normal-looking young woman with long dark hair wanders in*

Hello all. I heard that a certain Venus McCoy had a large amount of Romulan ale that she was looking to get rid of. I might be able to take that off your hands, if you're still interested.

*glances around*

Interesting place.