First Entrance!
The door to the Bar opens, and a man ith a cigarette in his mouth and a flannel shirt over a T-shirt steps through. He's muttering to himself about modifications on a spy telescope and how to crack a security system, and how he needs to dig out a set of special resistors from Storage Room C when he looks up.
And stops.
"...Uh... Helen?" He calls out, sounding more consternated than nervous. "Is there a reason why Storage Room C looks like a bar today? You didn't go messing with the teleporter again, did you? You're not a mad computer scientist anymore!"
Someone ought to help him.
[WARNING: Dave Davenport is a certified geek coming from December 2002. If a pup is from a comic book, video game, or a sci-fi TV show or book or movie out before that date, chances are better than even Dave knows all about them. If you don't want him to canon-break horribly, please leave a note, because otherwise he is inherently canon-breaking.]
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And stops.
"...Uh... Helen?" He calls out, sounding more consternated than nervous. "Is there a reason why Storage Room C looks like a bar today? You didn't go messing with the teleporter again, did you? You're not a mad computer scientist anymore!"
Someone ought to help him.
[WARNING: Dave Davenport is a certified geek coming from December 2002. If a pup is from a comic book, video game, or a sci-fi TV show or book or movie out before that date, chances are better than even Dave knows all about them. If you don't want him to canon-break horribly, please leave a note, because otherwise he is inherently canon-breaking.]
tiny not-quite-mad tag: dave davenport