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ten_fwd2014-12-17 03:48 pm
trial_never_ends) wrote in ten_fwd2014-12-17 03:48 pm
Saturnalia Kick-off!
Someone told Q he wasn't allowed to start any "Christmas-themed madness" aboard his ship.
Well. That someone said nothing about the Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus... honestly, Picard can be so narrow-minded. It's amazing he gets anyone to follow his command.
Q appraises the dull lounge that passes for entertainment on this Federation ship at a safe distance, lest he run into that horrible imp who runs the bar or some fairy do-gooder looking to give him a piece of their mind. Mortals. So tiny and single-minded. This will never do.
Q smirks, and flourishes his hand. All at once, the room livens up into something much more agreeable. It's brighter, and he isn't so cheap that he uses the canned lights the humans seem to favor on their starships. No, instead the room is lit by thousands of wax candles of different heights and girths; draperies of purple, gold, and crimson are strewn around the windows and walls; there is music, guitars and flutes and mandolins gaily playing; and a banquet table is spread with a number of fine delicacies. Some of the off-duty officers find their boring uniforms transformed into Greek synthesis, and stand about gaping at themselves. Yes, this is quite good so far. But it is not enough. With another snap of his fingers, ornate masks appear on some of the guest's faces, small gifts of cheap jewelry appear in the ladies' hands, and many of the tables are spread with games; cards, dice, and many more profitable and lewd enterprises that would certainly have the good captain frowning. Why not have a little fun?
Ah, yes. But there is one more thing, isn't there? After all, it is Saturnalia, and what would a Saturnalia be without the sacrifice of a suckling pig?
Make that a dozen suckling pigs.
Oh, but why stop there? Make it six dozen suckling pigs, quite alive and squealing about as they dash under tables and through the halls. Q laughs. "This should give them some fun."
And with a snap of his fingers, he is gone.
[ooc: Let the Saturnalia events begin! Don't know where to start? Check out the OOC event plotting post to coordinate with other players and make some mischief. Have fun, everyone! Holiday events will run until the end of the year, so all players can have a chance to participate. Ten Forward will remain like this until Saturnalia's end, traditionally around the 23rd of December.]
Well. That someone said nothing about the Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus... honestly, Picard can be so narrow-minded. It's amazing he gets anyone to follow his command.
Q appraises the dull lounge that passes for entertainment on this Federation ship at a safe distance, lest he run into that horrible imp who runs the bar or some fairy do-gooder looking to give him a piece of their mind. Mortals. So tiny and single-minded. This will never do.
Q smirks, and flourishes his hand. All at once, the room livens up into something much more agreeable. It's brighter, and he isn't so cheap that he uses the canned lights the humans seem to favor on their starships. No, instead the room is lit by thousands of wax candles of different heights and girths; draperies of purple, gold, and crimson are strewn around the windows and walls; there is music, guitars and flutes and mandolins gaily playing; and a banquet table is spread with a number of fine delicacies. Some of the off-duty officers find their boring uniforms transformed into Greek synthesis, and stand about gaping at themselves. Yes, this is quite good so far. But it is not enough. With another snap of his fingers, ornate masks appear on some of the guest's faces, small gifts of cheap jewelry appear in the ladies' hands, and many of the tables are spread with games; cards, dice, and many more profitable and lewd enterprises that would certainly have the good captain frowning. Why not have a little fun?
Ah, yes. But there is one more thing, isn't there? After all, it is Saturnalia, and what would a Saturnalia be without the sacrifice of a suckling pig?
Make that a dozen suckling pigs.
Oh, but why stop there? Make it six dozen suckling pigs, quite alive and squealing about as they dash under tables and through the halls. Q laughs. "This should give them some fun."
And with a snap of his fingers, he is gone.
[ooc: Let the Saturnalia events begin! Don't know where to start? Check out the OOC event plotting post to coordinate with other players and make some mischief. Have fun, everyone! Holiday events will run until the end of the year, so all players can have a chance to participate. Ten Forward will remain like this until Saturnalia's end, traditionally around the 23rd of December.]