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There is an alien in the bar. Nobody panic.
Said alien is his usual blue self, in his usual loincloth-like clothes plus the addition of what looks for all the world like skintight chaps, laced up his legs with room for his tail to protrude. His goggles are pushed up to his forehead and there are long feathers in the ends of his braids--the long queue down his back is familiarly unadorned.
Come join him as he enters, or after he retrieves the loom he left with the bar, and resumes his work on a long wide and colorful strap for a medicine pouch.
Said alien is his usual blue self, in his usual loincloth-like clothes plus the addition of what looks for all the world like skintight chaps, laced up his legs with room for his tail to protrude. His goggles are pushed up to his forehead and there are long feathers in the ends of his braids--the long queue down his back is familiarly unadorned.
Come join him as he enters, or after he retrieves the loom he left with the bar, and resumes his work on a long wide and colorful strap for a medicine pouch.