Kate Barlow | All Hallows' Eve Shenanigans | Ten Forward | OTA

[ikissdhimbck]

The cowgirl has been downright angelic since arriving here.

She's put up no fuss, hasn't robbed or cheated or shot a single soul, keeps mostly to herself and follows all the rules. Which is to say, Kate Barlow is feeling mighty cooped up, and a bored outlaw is nobody's best friend.

At least boredom is the least of her worries today. Here she is, minding her own business just cleaning her gun, when all of a sudden she's 'winked' into this getup. She lets off a rather undignified squeak — hey, it's a little cold in space to be going around in your knickers! — peering down at her bare midrif and her high-heeled boots.

"Oh, lordy. Not this again."

As if that weren't enough, her plate is now piled with sweets instead of savories, and looking around she can see everyone else is suffering the same fate. Good gracious, must be some strange holiday. At least she's got a fondness for taffy.


[ooc: Hi everyone! So Kate's going to eat the taffy, which will give her the power of psychoscopy; basically, if she touches an object of relevance to a character, that object will give her psychic flashes about that character. So anyone who wants to play with a Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader discovering secrets and information about their characters, please come on down! Kate will have this gift for the whole weekend, and I'll also tag her out anywhere you might want her. ^__^ And since her power is only activated when she touches something, if you just want to chat with the cowgirl that's fine too; she won't grab for anything that isn't hers. ]

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[immutablysam]

Well damn, that gets attention.

Sam, in turn, has been dressed up as the perfect counterpoint, sort of, in a cheap Indian costume, complete with tons of fringe, feather headdress and all. 'He' is not so much annoyed at the general idea - sort of accurate and all, and more at how inaccurate to any tribe Sam has ever been in touch with it is.

"Again?" comes the comment from the 'young man', sitting at a table with 'his' feet up on a table.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate catches his eyes, and the only thing keeping her from flushing with embarrassment is the righteous fury bubbling in her blood.

"I used to be someplace else that liked t'change things around on me. Yank me away from home, put me in funny clothes, send me strange places; I reckon this is some kinda joke."

She'd tug at her clothes, but that ain't proper around a young man like him. So she covers her cleavage with a napkin instead, and clears her throat.

"I'm liable t'catch a cold."

[immutablysam]

Sam's eyes don't wander much. Much. Really, its mostly out of just not being at all sure about what kind of outfit that even is. Only the hat makes any sense - though that singular element endears Kate to him a bit.

"I'd offer some help, but another young lady dressed in not a whole bunch borrowed my jacket a'ready."

[ikissdhimbck]

A slow smile spreads across her face like molasses, betraying the youth and kindness of the woman underneath the calloused fingertips and strong shoulders.

"I appreciate the offer, anyhow."

She tucks an over-styled tress of hair behind her ear, and gives herself a moment to really give Sam a looking-over. Kate's no stranger to several tribes out in Texas — hell, she's got Wichita in her blood — but she don't know anyone who dresses quite like that.

"What's your name, stranger?"

[spideys]

"-- again?" says the usually lanky, thin-enough-to-slip-easily-through-things teenage boy.

He is currently in full on camera get-up: winding gears, lens protruding from his chest, while his own human head is propped up above the top as though he's wearing the camera like a turtle-neck sweater, dials within easy enough access for him to adjust if necessary.

It's just -

It's a sick joke, is what it is.

"You mean this has happened to you before?"

How???

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate blinks up at him.




And just keeps blinking.

After a moment, she lets out a burst of laughter, like songbirds suddenly alighting from a maple tree, laughing into the wind as they go.

"Good gracious, sugar, can you even move around in that thing?"

The moving dials are downright mesmerizing.

"I reckon you ain't got aliens or tricksters or meddlesome gods back where you're from?"

[spideys]

Ohgod.

Embarrassment City, Population: 1.

Peter just wants to turtle into his camera costume, only he's not even sure he can. It's uncomfortable as it is to move around in it without attempting to pull into it. And taking it off is not even possible. There are no zippers, no clasps. Nothing short of running lens-first into a titanium steel wall could probably break this thing, or even chip it.

This camera body is durable. He would know, since he's got one in miniature.

He rubs his face and groans, the action admittedly a bit awkward considering he has to reach over the corner of the camera's casing to do so.

"Uh - no? Not that I know of. So, you do? This kind of thing is ... not unusual?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Oh no, it's plenty unusual."

She's still chuckling, but perhaps there's a touch of sympathy in her blue eyes. She didn't mean to embarrass him so, but — well. Just look at them. A couple of truly embarrassing costumed patrons.

She gets up to make it easier on him to hold a conversation, seeing as how his range of motion is limited and she's only a bitty thing, and — well, this skirt is awful short, isn't it? She crosses her ankles.

"Don't feel bad, sweetheart. Before I was brought here, I was pulled off to another strange place where things like this weren't unheard of. I've been in far more embarrassin' predicaments. It seems like these people, Q an' so on, relish makin' us squirm."

[electro_kinetic]

"You've gotten this treatment before?" asks Noriko, who's doing an admirable job of not flashing anyone in the very short skirt she's gotten stuck in. Thankfully her costume is not midriff-baring, but it is rather skintight and not at all concealing, in any way imaginable.

She also hates that she can't even take off the damn tiara-thing that's apparently stuck to her forehead. (She's glad it didn't affect her hair, or the mobius necklace she hasn't removed in years. Then she would have been seriously pissed off.)

[ikissdhimbck]

My, now that's the strangest sailor Kate has ever seen.

"Is that what they make their women wear on the seas these days?"

The incredulity is second only to her obvious disapproval. It's not so much a matter of modesty as it is one of — well, Kate wouldn't want to be thrown overboard wearing just that.

"'Fraid so. Can't remember what they call this; somethin' about rallies, or cheerin'. Can you imagine havin' to jump up and down in this thing?"

Mercy.

[electro_kinetic]

"Seas?" Noriko repeats, momentarily lost until she remembers what the outfit must look like to someone not familiar with the TV show or the book.

"Oh, no. God no," she replies, shaking her head and tossing her now-ponytailed hair back over her shoulder. "No, it's...not that kind of sailor outfit. This is from a manga in my world, made into a TV show. Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon, loosely translated. It's...complicated," she hedges, studying Kate's outfit.

"Cheerleader. And I think having you jump up and down in it is kind of the point," Nori says, tucking her tongue into her cheek. "Accidentally bare breasts being a thing guys like to stare at, and all."

[ikissdhimbck]

Nothing Noriko just said makes a lick of sense to Kate.

"M-manga?"

What an odd word. She's at least familiar with televisions, and that the pictures they play are called tee-vee shows, but the title she's given just sounds like someone took a bunch of words from a grade school spelling bee and strung them together. The sailor part she can see easily enough, but she's not sure where the soldier or the moon comes in.

"Accidental — I beg your pardon?"

She blinks. How scandalous!

"So they make them tiny outfits just hopin' they'll fall right off? What lechers!"

[jack_f_twist]

That snort and subsequent guffaw that ain't precisely muffled into a hand so much as...not, over there, Kate, is probably familiar to you.










Real familiar.

[ikissdhimbck]

Oh, she'd know that big mouth anywhere, which probably comes as obvious to him as a slap in the face when her expression immediately flattens, even before she figures out where he is.

"You enjoyin' the view, cowboy?"

Truth be told, Kate's deeply uncomfortable. She ain't about to make that obvious, though. Give them a laugh and a wink, disarm them before they disarm you; it's how you keep alive on the frontier.

"Git your tail over here so I can laugh at you proper."

If he don't have one of these get-ups, Kate's sure there ain't no justice in the universe.

[dreams_dont_die]

Dylan has a plan, or at least the beginnings of one.

Things are still not right with Harper; that much has been clear every time he's spoken to him since the night Captain Picard had revealed just what Harper had done before Dylan got here. But at the same time, the disappointment and anger he'd felt at the time has faded, especially now he knows the selfless things Harper did down on the planet.

So he's working on a peace offering. Which means that Dylan, unwillingly dressed in a naval uniform over 3000 years out of date and with hair a vivid shade of blue is sitting at one of the tables in Ten Forward with one of his High Guard uniform bracers in his hands, scanning through the database in its computer, checking that the information he's looking for is still there.

At the indignant voice, Dylan glances up and across to see who's speaking ... and almost as quickly looks away again, eyes widening, with an instinctive half-stammered apology.

If she's as unwilling to be wearing her current outfit as he is his own, he certainly doesn't want to look too closely.

That poor woman.

[ikissdhimbck]

She expects folk to look. So she's not too surprised when she glances up and locks eyes with a captain, or what passes for one in that uniform, strange hair notwithstanding. What does surprise her is the quick apology, and the sweet way he averts his eyes.

Smiling just so, she can't help but laugh at herself. There's no changing things at this point, and she knows how she looks.

"Don't you go worryin' yourself on my account, captain. You just keep your eyes sailin' north of the equator an' we'll be just fine."

[dreams_dont_die]

The fact that she can look at his clothing and work out not only that it's a military uniform, but the rank -- he's checked, and Q did get it right, for early 19th century Earth -- says something about this woman, as does her accent, which sounds like Marion's sometimes. That all says Earth, and Earth a long time ago.

Dylan runs one hand awkwardly through his very blue hair, making it stand up at the front for a few moments before it falls back to his forehead.

He looks back up, careful to keep his eyes focused on her face, but her outfit still makes his skin prickle with embarrassment.

"This, uh, suddenly changing people's outfits is getting a little tiresome," he says, glancing away again. "Do you, uh, want to borrow my coat?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Oh, he's as sweet as pie, isn't he?

She does her best not to giggle, though she can't help a smile, wide and bright with rows of pretty white teeth. She demurely lowers her chin to spare him any more embarrassment, not calling attention to how he looks.

"That's one way of puttin' it. I'd be very much obliged, if you're compelled t'part with it."

For the time, she's just keeping her ankles crossed and tucked under her chair, so her scandalously short hemline doesn't show off too much of her, ah — southern hemisphere.

[just_be_quiet]

Andrew is normally pretty calm. He rarely gets upset without having to deal with other people's feelings.

Then Q changes everything.

"What?" Andrew stares at his reflection off the plate he had with his little snack.

"What?" He squeaks a bit. He's dressed like a panda. Andrew scrambles to try pulling it off but it won't do anything.

"This isn't fun!" He squirms and tugs away at it. He looks like a grumpy panda cub right now.

[ikissdhimbck]

Oh Mother Mary, if he ain't the cutest thing!

Kate tries to hold in her reaction, but the best she can do is cover her mouth, blue eyes wide and shining. He's clearly not happy, and she don't want to make it worse.

But he is just so precious.

"Are you all right, sugar?"

[just_be_quiet]

Andrew tugs at the hood again. The hood stays stubbornly in place. He pulls a face that in a few short years might not be so cute. The boy is sulking. It might even count as pouting.

"Well it doesn't hurt." He tugs at it again then Andrew huffs visibly.

"I don't like it." Andrew takes in her costume silently then just looks up towards her face. Oh. She looks a little like his Aunt Colleen. "I'm not sure anyone will like these costumes."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate has her experience with sulking boys, some of whom are much older than Andrew, so she's not put off by his little display. She tilts her head to one shoulder, face hewn in sympathy, and tries not to smile too much.

"I'm not sure they will, either."

She's a little embarrassed when his eyes wander. It's not right, presenting oneself in front of a child this way. What a terrible example to set.

"But I'll bet they go away in a li'l while. What's your name, sweetheart?"

[missginnytonic]

Ginny looks up at the girl who's not wearing that much, she's a little bit in shock. She's ever seen anything like this in her life..."Ello?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate makes eye-contact with the young lady, and flushes slightly. She looks a little surprised, but Kate reckons she can't blame her for that. This outfit is, well. Alarming.

"Beggin' your pardon, I didn't mean to interrupt."

She carefully pulls at her top, trying to get a bit more coverage. It doesn't work out all that well.

[missginnytonic]

"You're not interrupting me. I am just trying to figure your outfit out."

Ginny said with a smile.