[Ten Forward]: Picard never knew he could hate an Earth holiday this much (Halloween plot)

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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]

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[theycallmetodd]

For someone who can count his lifetime in millenia and is more or less immortal, time is often a relative and almost abstract thing. But nevertheless, the wraith known as Todd can currently feel time slipping through his fingers. Trapped on this ship, he is running out of it.

Starving to death is not a pleasant thing.

There is hope, still, and wraith are nothing if not tenacious. However, it is crucial that he speak to the captain. The problem is, that with all the recent events and that more and more people are continuing to blink into existence on the ship, it is safe to say that the captain has been otherwise occupied and has apparently not had the time to grant an audience to one of his unexpected guests. While normally very patient, this old wraith is rapidly coming to the end of his. Sitting in Ten Forward and watching the growing confusion happening around him - currently very glad that he has no use for the so called food given from the replicators - he is entertaining very real thoughts of simply forcing his way past security and onto the bridge.

Is is then very fortunate that the captain himself suddenly materializes right next to the wraith's table. While Todd at first thinks him to be just another poor soul dragged on board against his will - especially with that rather odd outfit - he has seen the man enough in passing to be able to recognize him.

"Captain Picard," he greets, slowly rising from his table. Strange current events be damned, with the captain right there he is not going to let this opportunity slip past him.

"Might I take this opportunity to claim some of your time," he requests, the tone of his somewhat eerie voice polite and formal. "There is an urgent matter I need to discuss with you."

[magicsprice]

Gold was no more pleased than Picard at the abrupt change of clothes, having went from a three piece suit to complete leather esemble in the blink of an eye. Upon seeing the captain, the idea he had briefly entertained earlier came to mind once more. He could use someone to talk to, someone well experienced in life and hard decisions, someone partial and not part of his problems.

The captain he thought fit that bill rather nicely and he already knew the man knew well how to keep mum when it was asked of him. Especially, given he'd heeded Gold's earlier request to not use his birth name on the 'guest list', using his cursed name instead.

"Captain, if I might request a moment of your time? I'd like to speak with you about something."

[blind_arrogance]

Dukat strode over to the dear Federation captain, a mug of red leaf tea in hand. He was really trying to look dignified while clothed in an alligator costume.

"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.

[heartofasun]

Trance walked into Ten Forward, and straight for Captain Picard. Almost as if she knew exactly where he was going to be. Imagine that.

"Captain. It is my understanding that the Captain of a ship is responsible for the safety of his crew and guests. Is this correct?" Trance remained standing, and didn't seem the slightest bit phased by Picard's King Richard outfit, although a smirk did creep up on her lips when she first saw him.

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri was nervous. She was so nervous. There was really no hiding it after 'Ezri Dax' was called to be roomed with Quark. But, she still needed to speak to the Captain about it. Maybe he could help. It's what Ben would tell her to do. At the very least, he was the Captain, and he should know. She stood nervously outside the doors to Ten Forward, when her uniform was suddenly replaced with a very short, very revealing dress, and high heels. She nearly toppled over, not expecting the sudden change.

She glowered a bit, and muttered irritably. This was why someone needed to punch Q. And then, she went in.

"Captain. I think we might need to talk. At least, I think we need to. Oh I said that already didn't I? You see, I'm already on the ship." Like that wasn't at all confusing. "Oh." She held out her hand to the Captain. "I'm Lieutenant Ezri Dax."