Klingon Restaurant

[Enoch]

"Ah! In that case, one moment please..."
*He extends his hand at Kor.*
"Waiter, two Klingon bloodwines too, please."
*He turns back to Kha'Var and leans back in his chair.*
"We will need it. Well, I'm ready to listen. There's nothing like a good story taken directly from real life!"

[KHa Var]

*Licking the juices of her meal off her fingers, she replies.*

"Yes, it was a most satisfactory meal in comparison to the garbage being served at the other one.  I think I will look into your shop one of these days, just to see what kinds of Klingon artifacts you have."

[Kawolsky]

*Kawolsky enters the restauraunt*

"Hi there" he says to the Klingon owner.

"Could i have a Gagh and blood wine please." he continues

[FredLurado]

Lurado walked into the resturant while its lights flickered some.
"Cadets, if your not having instructional time in the academy, hands are needed in getting this station back to running. You tactical cadets I figure have learned more than a classrooms worth from this chaos anyway".

[Morga Harf]

After a couple of hours I decided to return to the ship.

[Will Karelia]

Will walked into the restaurant, and took a seat near the viewport. "Over one hundred decks," he said, "and we can't get a normal restaurant past the Celtic Corner. Oh, I miss the Emerald Isle."

Before the waiter made his way over, Will thought of the commissioning plaque from DS12 that he had hanging in his quarters here on Avalon.

[Kor]

Welcome.

[Kor]

Kor noticing the people that just sat down walks over to their table to take their order.

Greetings!

What can I get you?

[KHa Var]

*KHa'Var settles into the chair as comfortable as she can, being that she will be sitting for some time.*

"In the days of my early youth, stardate 2344.  I have been stationed on Vulcan for about a year, at the time I was in a 10-year officer exchange program.  My Vulcan commander thought it best for me to learn meditation, to control my anger.  I was ordered to attend sessions with a Vulcan master, it turned out that she was Vorak's old teacher."

*She shifts in her chair once more.*

"Are you sure you are not bored with my story?"

[Enoch]

*Enoch finished his plate, and emptied his glass of bloodwine.*
"Speaking of a perfect match! A Vulcan in Ponn Farr doing exactly what Klingons perceive as courting... fighting each other! Yes, I have studied quite a bit of Klingon culture, and I even have some interesting Klingon artefacts in my store. Speaking of which, I should head back to my store soon. I have some... unfinished business I need to attend to. I hope you enjoyed dinner?"

[Enoch]

"Of course. After all, I'm the only merchant allowed to sell sharp ancient blades in the sector. So sharp is the way I like to keep them! But if you're going to stay around here, sharpening blades won't fill your days. Maybe you could look for a job on the station? Surely Vorak, being that he's your husband, can think of something? Perhaps at the Deep Space Academy, I heard they are short of teachers. Surely they could use a good teacher at martial arts, or Klingon history?"

[KHa Var]

*KHa'Var receives a signal from Kor, letting her know that his restaurant is locked up and ready to be beamed aboard.*

[Aonarin]

Manach saunters into the room, where he sees Kawolsky.  He walks up to him.

"Hey there, Kawolsky.  All recovered from our little field trip?"

[Aonarin]

Aonarin shakes his head, opening the soda in his hand.  

"Nah, never touch the stuff.  I just come here for the atmosphere."

**OOC: Are you here or in the holodeck, Kawolsky?**

[Aonarin]

Manach nods.  "Aye, sir."