Ten Forward Lounge : Halloween Shenangians

[writes_with_digital_ink]

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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[writes_with_digital_ink]

"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."

[immutablysam]

"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?"

[writes_with_digital_ink]

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?"

[immutablysam]

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."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

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.

[immutablysam]

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?"

[writes_with_digital_ink]

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."

[immutablysam]

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?"

[writes_with_digital_ink]

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."

[immutablysam]

"People who let themselves get cooped up start thinking odd things. So, wherever you come from... even if it seems like you know this stuff, they don't do that?"

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"The Orion Union. It's...not part of the Federation, no. And, yeah, they have alcohol on their ships. If you get drunk while you're on duty, then you get your ass kicked."

Unlike the rest of how she'd been speaking, her words are a bit slower now, a bit more precise.

There is also the almost pointed use of they.

[immutablysam]

The tone and word use is duly notED> "That don't make 'em the good guys and all, but, see, that makes sense on that one thing, anyhow."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She snorts faintly, and takes a sip of her hot chocolate.

"It does a bit. But depends which you value higher, the prevention or the cure."

[immutablysam]

"Whiskey." Sam states flatly, regarding the most valued thing in the discussion, staring dubiously at the cup of synthehol.

[writes_with_digital_ink]

Another quick laugh.

"Go butter up Engineering. Someone might have, ahem, been experimenting. Kinda thing they do."

[immutablysam]

"Go figure, engineers are mostly crazy. They want to take a look at Bubsy anyway, so suppose I can ask, if I find any of the crazy types."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Who or what is Bubsy?"

[immutablysam]

"Bubsy is a good dog who just happens to be an ornithopter."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She mouths the word for a moment, and then when realization hits, she looks enchanted.

[immutablysam]

The corner of Sam's lip turns up in a hint of a grin. "Take it you'd like to meet him? Bet he'd take to you."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"I'd love to meet him," she says, grinning back.

[immutablysam]

"Sure, I just didn't want to bring him in here with all these new folk til he settled in some. Should be a good clear space we can wander to and I'll bring him out."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"There's the arboretum, if you know it? Should be too late for any of the schoolkids to be having a garden day. Unless you've got another space in mind?"

[immutablysam]

"I know here, and medbay, and my room, and the halls between. Arboretum works great. Let me know where we're headed, and I'll go get Bub."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She quickly, but clearly, explains how to get to the arboretum from where most of the newcomers' rooms are.

Navigating ships is second-nature to her by now.

"So, I'll meet you there?"