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ten_fwd2014-10-30 03:20 am
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[Ten Forward]: Picard never knew he could hate an Earth holiday this much (Halloween plot)
Something strange is beginning to happen in Ten Forward. People are murmuring, and it isn't the steady hum of polite conversation or the sound of clinking glasses. It is the bemused, unhappy cacophony of passengers receiving the wrong orders, plates of meat suddenly replaced with plates of candy.
That isn't even the worst of it. Along with the replicators producing nothing but confections, people's attire is beginning to change. Officer and civilian alike are affected; one moment they are sitting in peace, and the next there is a small flash of light and they reappear in costumes, each more outrageous than the last. For some who are still eating, their physical appearance changes, they feel different, or they are suddenly struck with a strange dread and fear. The room is steadily growing to madness, and it is happening in every corner of the ship from bow to stern.
Suddenly, there is a particularly bright flash of light, and Captain Picard materializes in the middle of the room. Only — well, this is embarrassing.
It would appear that the overtures Q had made just moments earlier were in reference to this. The captain suddenly finds himself in medieval garb, and though he cannot see the crown atop his head he can feel it. Along with the facial hair. Dammit, Q.
He spares a moment to look at himself, and then sighs, resisting the urge to place his head in his hands. They are weighted with chain maille, at any rate.
He supposes there will be no escaping with his dignity intact.
[ooc: And with that, let the Hallowe'en changes commence! Picard will look like King Richard for the duration of the plot, much to his chagrin. This post is OTA, but unless we have plans in place I will apologize if the captain is a little clipped -- he is not happy. :x]
That isn't even the worst of it. Along with the replicators producing nothing but confections, people's attire is beginning to change. Officer and civilian alike are affected; one moment they are sitting in peace, and the next there is a small flash of light and they reappear in costumes, each more outrageous than the last. For some who are still eating, their physical appearance changes, they feel different, or they are suddenly struck with a strange dread and fear. The room is steadily growing to madness, and it is happening in every corner of the ship from bow to stern.
Suddenly, there is a particularly bright flash of light, and Captain Picard materializes in the middle of the room. Only — well, this is embarrassing.
It would appear that the overtures Q had made just moments earlier were in reference to this. The captain suddenly finds himself in medieval garb, and though he cannot see the crown atop his head he can feel it. Along with the facial hair. Dammit, Q.
He spares a moment to look at himself, and then sighs, resisting the urge to place his head in his hands. They are weighted with chain maille, at any rate.
He supposes there will be no escaping with his dignity intact.
[ooc: And with that, let the Hallowe'en changes commence! Picard will look like King Richard for the duration of the plot, much to his chagrin. This post is OTA, but unless we have plans in place I will apologize if the captain is a little clipped -- he is not happy. :x]
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"Captain Picard. I do believe we have a problem on our hands that may threaten the very nature of the Federation. If I might have a moment of your time." Dukat didn't wait for an answer, and sat down opposite the Captain, who was likewise dressed in a ridiculous outfit.
" I require contact with Terok Nor and the Cardassian Central Command, as well as the ability to send and receive classified files and transmissions. Terok Nor and Bajor are no doubt suffering from lack of leadership. Both are in a fragile state and it would not be in the Federations best interests to let terrorists gain control of the planet or the station. I'm sure you can understand the complex nature of this dilemma, Captain. Bajor is struggling to rise despite the persistence of Bajoran terrorists and I cannot help the Bajoran people if I am here. I hope the damage would mitigated if I could be in contact and do some work from here."
The Cardassian took a sip of his tea and set down the mug, steaming in front of the Enterprise's very own King Richard.
"We wouldn't want to endanger the peace talks between Cardassia and the Federation, would we? They're tenuous as they are. I can only imagine what might happen if word got out that yhe Federation is refusing to cooperate with the Prefect of Bajor, who after all is only trying to do his best to bring peace to a turbulant planet. And all this after he was kidnapped onboard the Fedration Flagship."
The Prefect put on his best charming smile and took another lazy sip of his tea.
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"Am I to understand that you wish to work from the Enterprise?" he repeats, surprise tinging his otherwise respectful tone. It should come as no shock to him, upon reflection; however, for how freely he speaks of the Bajoran 'terrorists', Picard is not assured he finds Dukat to be any better.
Still, his interference in matters will do no good to either side of the conflict. And, as repeatedly pointing out the tenuous relationship between the Federation and Cardassia seems to be one of the prefect's favorite tactics, he cannot willingly interfere. He sighs, bringing his hand to his face, disturbed at the reminder that he is sporting a lush Van Dyke. It aggravates him momentarily.
"No, we certainly wouldn't want that," he answers tightly, the smile he provides less than amicable. "I prefer you would not use terms such as 'kidnapped'. You understand you have the full cooperation of this ship within reason; our predicament is hardly any better than yours. Our current attires should be evidence enough of that, I believe."
How utterly ridiculous this all is! "Peace is desired by us all. We would not wish to leave Bajor without leadership, neither would we wish to leave her without protection or safety. You understand that, even should we allow such transmissions to occur, the Enterprise herself will not get involved in any way?"
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"The red leaf tea is quite good, you should try some." The Prefect took another sip of his tea, raising the glass to Jean Luc.
"I would also hope that Starfleet trains their crewmembers with enough restraint and understanding that any Bajoran crewmembers wont act on some quest for misguided patriotism. Although I admit, it is quite nice to work undisturbed without violence toward me or my crew, or bomb threats. Some people can be most unreasonable."