Mauvaise Chance Apartment #10, Mid-Morning Thursday.

[theharperisgood]

Harper sat at his workdesk going over a wide selection of holosuite blueprints and schematics, he kept scribbling notes and diagrams on a flexi sitting next to him.

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[psycho_barbie]

-BANG- -BANG- -BANG-

[theharperisgood]

Harper frowned. He couldn't think of anyone that would visit him, except for Quark, and he would have called rather than make the trip.

The knocking continued apace.

Harper sighed and went to open the door. "Alright, alright, keep your shirt- you!"

[psycho_barbie]

"Me," Callisto pushed past Harper into the apartment. "Nice place."

[theharperisgood]

"What are you doing here?" Harper started looking for his blaster. "This is my apartment, and I'll have you know that I'm fully capable of defending myself, somehow."

[ascended_being]

Orlin knocked on the door. Apparently he worked with this guy? Better meet him at least then.

[theharperisgood]

"What is this place, Central Station?" Hoping it wasn't that crazy blonde back again, Harper opened the door. "Hello?"

[ascended_being]

Orlin extended his hand politely, "I am Orlin, I work for Quark, and therefor with you. Can I come in?"

[theharperisgood]

"Seamus Harper," Harper shook Orlin's hand. "Sure, just take a seat."