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[i_candozat]

There hasn't been a lot of time for Pavel to show up to the bar; while none of it is incredibly exciting to anyone not going through Starfleet Academy, the result of several months' absence is noticeable. Instead of the Academy red uniform, Pavel comes in wearing a somewhat plainer set of black trousers and a black undershirt, pulling on a gold

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Eek. Well, sometimes these things happen.

For what it's worth there's someone in power armor with a glass of something alcoholic in one gauntleted hand, waving with the other.

[i_candozat]

He waves back once he looks up and sees Ellen, coming over. "Privyet!" he greets with a smile.

"Hawe you been back to your vorld since I vas last here?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Mostly that's where I've been, actually," Ellen says, and ineffectually tries to wipe at her nose with that free hand. "Ow. Bad move on my part.... I just got back earlier today. Not sure how long it's been here, though."

[i_candozat]

"I don't know. It has been seweral months for me, but I hawe not been able to come in for some time," Pavel says, with a shrug of apology. He does, however, offer her a handkerchief.

"Perhaps you should take ze armor off if you vill be here for a while."

[katyafeline]

"That is better." She notes, somewhat grudgingly. It isn't great, but it's better than the red monstrosity he had been wearing.

Perhaps she could talk them into bangles.

[i_candozat]

"Ze Academy uniforms are horrible," he admits with a small grin. "But I suppose they must be distincitwe..."

[katyafeline]

"One must make it clear who to shoot first, after all." Katya snorts, tucking a somewhat fuzzy lock of hair behind her ear.

[i_candozat]

"Ah, yes. Ze redshirts. Security and communications, but communications officers almost newer leawe ze ship."