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When the Door opens this time, there is a sound of a great many sentients having one hell of a good time. Perhaps one may even glimpse them (Terrans, Andorians, Vulcans, Denebians, Romulans...) before the door closes behind Milliways' unsuspecting visitor.
Said visitor is would stand out even in the crowd he just left. He stands two meters tall and three meters wide and...well, quite frankly looks like a boulder who took it into its silly (non-existant) head to go for a walk.
Naraht pauses in the entry-way, taken slightly aback. Then he starts laughing.
"Perfect! I wasn't ready to stop celebrating yet!"
The long-absent Horta glides over to Bar. A few minutes later, he is quite comfortably settled beside her with a plate full of graphite and a sign...
Raise a toast to Ael i-Mhiessan t'Rllaillieu and your drink is on me!
The Horta's in a jovial (and perhaps slightly intoxicated) mood. Care to join him?
Said visitor is would stand out even in the crowd he just left. He stands two meters tall and three meters wide and...well, quite frankly looks like a boulder who took it into its silly (non-existant) head to go for a walk.
Naraht pauses in the entry-way, taken slightly aback. Then he starts laughing.
"Perfect! I wasn't ready to stop celebrating yet!"
The long-absent Horta glides over to Bar. A few minutes later, he is quite comfortably settled beside her with a plate full of graphite and a sign...
Raise a toast to Ael i-Mhiessan t'Rllaillieu and your drink is on me!
The Horta's in a jovial (and perhaps slightly intoxicated) mood. Care to join him?