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There's a panel in the bar's front wall that wasn't there a second ago. Looks like it's about where the front door usually goes and--hang on, it's just swished open.
"Deck... one," says a bemused Sariel Rager from just inside the doorway. "Now the bar is in the turbolift?"
A minute or two later, there's a woman in uniform in a booth nearish the trilobite tank, cup of tea in hand. It's not dereliction of duty if you literally step away between moments while en route to the bridge, is it?
Sariel's still not sure about that one, to be honest.
((OOC: Car keys bait for Martha Jones, but open to everybody. Doomed to bouts of sporadic slowtime as well, I'm afraid.))
((Tiny angelic tag: Connor))
"Deck... one," says a bemused Sariel Rager from just inside the doorway. "Now the bar is in the turbolift?"
A minute or two later, there's a woman in uniform in a booth nearish the trilobite tank, cup of tea in hand. It's not dereliction of duty if you literally step away between moments while en route to the bridge, is it?
Sariel's still not sure about that one, to be honest.
((OOC: Car keys bait for Martha Jones, but open to everybody. Doomed to bouts of sporadic slowtime as well, I'm afraid.))
((Tiny angelic tag: Connor))