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Ten Forward Lounge : Halloween Shenangians

Gaila squeaks.

She tries not to do that. People have a tendency to think it is adorable, and while that can be all kinds of fun in the right circumstances, she tries to aim for more professional as a general trait.

But, no. She squeaks. She squeaks, and spills her hot chocolate (laced with enough cayenne pepper to turn it pinkish) over her hand.

Then again, given her clothes have suddenly morphed in this, she has good reason.

If nothing else, she's now over six foot thanks to those heels. And there is a tiara. And...a whip?

"Um?"

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"Are you alright?" Yuna turned towards the woman as she yelled with a worried expression. She didn't see anything strange about the way she was dressed but then again she didn't know how Gaila was normally dressed.

"I'd like my clothes back? There was a light and now I'm dressed like this and...am I Wonder Woman? Why am I Wonder Woman. I mean she's awesome but I didn't agree to this and I spilled my hot chocolate."

Which she is going to drink now that her burst of words has finished for the moment.

"This ship," Gaila says after a moment, "is damn strange."

"Seems so... um.. who is wonder woman?" She hasn't been on this ship long but she assumed it was someone who dressed is tight clothing like that she is now wearing.

"Uh, famous character in Earth stories a couple centuries ago."

This calls for more hot chocolate.

"Hi, sorry, I'm Gaila."

"Yuna." She smiled for a moment before lightly tapping her chin as she thought. "I've never been to earth but I have heard some about it."

Yuna flipped through her pouch for a moment before looking back up at Gaila. "I don't know if I have a jacket or anything..."

"Pleased to meet you, Yuna. And ooooh, I wouldn't say no."

"Nice to meet cha." She pulled out her sphere and tried to think back to her dresspheres. "I'm afraid anything I'd have to cover you might just be worse..."

Yuna closed one eyes while looking at Gaila. The best she had on her was a moogle suit.

There's a wince.

"I'll live with it. At least I have kickass boots."

They match her hair.

"That's true." Yuna has always been found of wearing boots. Her smile widens. "You were drinking hot chocolate right? Why don't I get us some?"

"Oh, I've still got plenty, despite gravity's best efforts, but you should totally go and grab some. It's delicious."

Even if most people don't put quite enough pepper in it.

"Gravity sucks. Gimme a sec." She waved and then walked over to the bar to see about getting herself a hot chocolate. She really didn't know what they entailed so she left it up to the person serving. When she walked back over she had the steaming cups in her hand and a smile spread across her lips.

Yuna smiled before taking a seat. "What kind of strange things happen here?"

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There's a pause.

"You mean beside a bunch of us turning up randomly from all kinds of times and places and dimensions?"

Not that she's objecting to turning up! Particularly as in her case the choice was 'turn up' or 'explode with rest of her ship'

Yuna waved a hand as an awkward smile adorned her face. "Yeah. Where I was last seemed to do that to so I've kinda gotten used to it." She took a long sip of the hot chocolate and then shivered as its warmth spread through her.

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Sam has staked out a place at one of the tables, feet propped up on the table's edge, relaxing back and watching the room.

Sure, 'he's' dressed... well, not so much like an Indian, but like Sam suspects the average British person might guess an Indian would look. Its annoying, but not worth having a fit over.

"Well. That's quite an outfit."

"Yeah-huh. I think I'd appreciate it more if I choose it."

She is not exactly adverse to showing off her legs, nor heels. But she was getting to like the tunic she'd been wearing.

There's a pause, and the Orion woman tilts her head a little.

"Soooo, am I gonna be breaking any social niceties in asking if the....whatever it was got you, too?"

Sam glances up at the stupid feather headdress in place of the usual beaverskin hat.

"Yup. Still don't look quite as breezy as that, but this ain't exactly my day wear."

"Oh great! I mean, not great that you got...thingy-ed, but you know, I didn't exactly mean to be insulting, and I find its worse if you end up upsetting someone without you knowing? Because if you meant to, there's a reason."

The sad thing is, the speed of her words isn't even anything to do with nerves about suddenly standing in an outfit that only just covers her backside; it's normal.

"The headdress does look kinda heavy, though."

"Ain't worried about heavy, they just got the whole thing wrong. No tribe I know wears a thing like this. And I got real buckskins... why in hells would I wear this flimsy stuff?"

A pause. "You warm enough in that get up?"

She thinks about that for a moment.

"I...have my hot chocolate? That should keep me warm for a bit. And hopefully I'll get my clothes back before I have to start doing laps around the ship, because that could be annoying in this bustier."

The outfit feels like it has support, but she's not sure how much she wants to test it out just yet.

"Mind if I take a seat, though?"

Sam takes off the outer buckskin jacket, since the outfit is at least layered just fine, then tosses it to the green girl if she makes any sign of being ready to catch it.

"Be my guest. Whiskey might work better, though."

When he moves to take off his jacket, Gaila puts her mug down on a nearby table and catches the jacket easily enough.

"Thanks," she says, pulling it on. There. That's a bit better.

She picks up her mug again and walks over to his table, quickly plonking herself down on a chair.

Better still.

"And oooooh. Spiking my drink is starting to sound good."

Up close, she doesn't smell human. Instead there is the faint scent of something leafy.

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Sam resumes the casual pose, taking in the scent, fairly obviously, from a little further away than most people tend to notice it. A touch odd for someone used to noting reactions to Orion-things.

"Is it true that its next to impossible to get a real drink around here?"

She notices, but as someone used to aliens, she doesn't think it particularly odd. At least, not on its own.

"Yeah-huh. If you want something that'll actually get you drunk, you're gonna have to go planetside and really hope they don't use replicators, too."

Sam's face makes a particularly unpleasant expression at that. What kind of bar went out of its way to not get people drunk?

"I'll have to remember to stock up. Why'd they do that?"

Gaila laughs.

"Federation is weird," she says, tone fond. "I suppose some health concerns, not to mention health and safety issues. I mean, if everyone is cooped up for months on edge, people get bored. I asked, but people just kinda looked at me like it was obvious."