[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!


[OOC: This thread can run as long as we need it too, far past the 'end' of Risa Saturday night. Feel free to post anywhere, there's no order, who gives a damn about how the thread looks, just HAVE FUN!]

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[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

It had been a nice idea, Bones admitted to himself, Jim getting the bar for the crew. He'd complained about leaving their cabin, but... this was what they all needed. A chance to hang out together out of their uniforms and in some casual clothes.

There were lots of people there by the time they arrived. Jim nudged his side, brushing their fingers together and giving him that sly smile before taking off to go speak with some of the engineers.

Bones watched him for a moment, grinning, before heading for the bar, where he ordered a bourbon, looking around to see if anyone he knew was there.

Still hadn't shaved.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Still havne't made use of your new razor?" George asked teasingly, making his way through the crowd to sit next to Bones, feet wrapping around a barstool next to him, grinning cheerfully. He couldn't talk, he had a bit of stubble just starting, but, it was always fun to razz on Bones.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock sits in the corner, alone at the moment. Impassive and as he is always is.

Except for the clothes as he has apparently been shopping. Black trousers that are remarkably similar to the uniform pants and a long-sleeved black button up in a lovely linen.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Somehow, this does not look like your chosen venue," George said, beaming smile at Spock. "Mine, but not yours."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk was incredibly pleased as he moved among his crew. It was a beautiful place, everyone seemed happy, and the night was perfect. His shopping was done and back up on the ship, and there was even a karaoke system set up. He had a feeling once people started drinking that would be in place. There was a huge table of food, places to sit and relax, and just... be.

He was pleased he could remember so many people's names!

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine smiled as she entered the bar. She didn't know most of the people there, but a few she could almost recognize as younger versions of her own friends and colleagues. It was a lovely place, and she felt her spirits lift from the sense of fun and relaxation that pervaded the room.

Accepting a delightfully fruity and girlish drink, complete with tiny umbrella, from the bartender, Christine looked around for someone she knew. It didn't take long; Kirk, in any universe, was a force of nature, and his personality shone as he moved through the crowd, greeting his crewmates.

"Hello, Captain," she called as he moved near her.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

An entire bar? Of course he would, Nyota thought to herself with a bright smile, hovering in the doorway for a brief moment as she watched the people she served with enjoy themselves. She had thought that she was going to be unfashionably late thanks to a technical difficulty sending her various messages back to Earth, but as she moved into the place and over to the bar, she was grateful she wasn't the absolute last to arrive.

As she passed various people she knew, she paused, greeting them with a smile and a touch to the arm before continuing on her way. As soon as she reached the bar, she leant forwards and ordered a strong drink. Well, it was going to be her last chance to properly enjoy herself until next shore leave (and god knows when that would be) so she was going to take every opportunity to do so. Hell, she'd even dressed up.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Why hello there, pretty lady," McCoy said behind her, stepping to her right side and reaching out to touch her arm lightly. "You have yourself a good week here?"

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

It was obvious that Tiberius was enjoying himself. Somehow he had managed to make his way up onto the bar where he was enjoying the absent minded petting of crew members and the bartender.

[only-sewenteen.livejournal.com]

At the bar getting himself another shot, Pavel stroked the tribble pleasantly.

"Hello, Tiberius." He smiled, scratching the fur. "Where is Socks?" Pavel knew the tribble couldn't reply, but hey, it was a party, who cared?

[[OOC: LET'S PRETEND HE KNOWS BOTH IDK?]]

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George entered, dapper, and looking little the worse for wear after his little adventure, arms around Winnie and Chris. "Get us a table, I'm going to go check out who all's here. I'll be back." He kissed each of their cheeks.

[kirk-winona.livejournal.com]

Winona grinned and walked along with Chris, searching for a table for the three of them. She spotted one and wormed her way over to it, taking a seat with the older of her boys. She watched with a slightly amused look as George started to mingle with everyone.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Scotty had to summon up all of his pride and self-possession to get up the nerve to walk into the party, especially given his busted up face and the fact he didn't really know anyone. Again, the prospect of dinner urged him on, where less practical manners -- like socializing -- wouldn't.

But he walked in with his best cool, calm and collected bearing... and then immediately balked when he saw the sheer number of people. From there, he just stepped to the right of the door for a long pause, in an attempt to assess his surroundings and the people in it.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"Hey, cool, look at everyone," Harold muttered, smiling. He was in a people mood lately.

Still, Scotty looked a little... daunted? Not the word. Unhappy. Something.

"Let's go find somewhere to sit, man. Find some food or something."

[only-sewenteen.livejournal.com]

Entering the bar Pavel went directly to the bartender, ordering himself a vodka shot straight up. He drank it without a flinch and grinned; everyone was having a good time, he figured he should too.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold smirked.

His quest for food had netted him some sort of vegetable crisp things. He was sure there must be other stuff floating around, but he was starving, and he'd choked them down.

Fervently wishing to forget that flavor, he'd glanced around to the bar.

Curls. Pavel. Score.



"Hey, man," he purred, sliding in the seat beside Pavel.

[leah-lawton.livejournal.com]

Leah entered the bar, looking around for her co-workers from the galley or anyone else that she might know.

[dt4n.livejournal.com]

Shyly, the young boy that she had spoke too earlier on in their shore-leave, noticed her enter and walked up to her. He felt uncomfortable, but wanted to stay close to the crew of the ship that might be able to take him...home-not-home. He recognised Leah as the first person he had spoke to in this place. "Jolan tru," he said, smiling up at her. He was rather short, a good 5'3".

"You are alone here?" He furrowed his brow, and then shook his head absently, hoping she would not take that the wrong way. He'd already been slapped in the face once by a girl who thought he was hitting on her. Sometimes, an overly exuberant and friendly nature could get him into trouble...

[esgn-hannity.livejournal.com]

Despite her fluctuating mood, and against her better judgment Nova entered the bar. Meira and Pasha were no where to be seen at the moment, though she was sure they would be there soon enough.

She looked around, spotting people she knew, a few faces she didn't know the names too, and a few more that she was almost sure she'd never seen in her life. Feeling a bit claustrophobic she moved to the bar and was lucky enough to snag a seat. She ordered vodka and pink lemonade, a drink that being around Pasha had brightened her to, actually anything mixed with vodka would do, and leaned onto the bar, for once feeling a bit out of place at a party.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

Walking in to the party, Chapel caught sight of Nova at the bar and turned in her direction right away. She hadn't seen the other woman since Spot's collapse.

"Nova," she said, leaning on the bar next to her, "how are you?"

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim rubbed his hands together and surveyed the crowd. He was overjoyed Kirk had chosen a bar with a decent karaoke menu, and lots of classical Earth tunes.




[[OOC - Starts really at :50. Pretend there aren't three of him or it's magic or some shit. And he's 10 years younger and has less annoying hair. I know you can do it. The rest of it? Go to town.]]

[leah-lawton.livejournal.com]

After saying hello and talking for a few minutes to her co-workers from the galley, Leah went to the bar to get a drink. She was keeping her eyes towards the door, so she didn't miss it when the other Captain Kirk arrived and apparently headed right towards where the karaoke machine was. She followed him over there, because she was in the mood for some karaoke, too.

"Hello, Captain. I knew you'd end up here," she said with amusement when she caught up with him. "I hope your leave was enjoyable."

OOC - Rocket Man? Oh, God...LOL!

D'Tan walks in warily,

[dt4n.livejournal.com]

after examining all the flora and fauna that he had found. He carried in his hands a scrappy looking sketchbook that a kind man from a vendor had given him for free. Inside were all kinds of drawings from various locations of the planet, and of all the alien wildlife that inhabited it. He stood warily at the door before boldly venturing in and sitting down at an unoccupied table. "Hm," he said, mostly to himself before opening up the book and pulling an old style pencil from behind his ear. He began adding shading to his latest drawing, unmindful of the patrons around him.

[[ Walks into bar ]]

[s0val.livejournal.com]

{{ Feels worn out after conversation with Lt. Riley (http://its-oriley.livejournal.com/1424.html?thread=10640#t10640). Wobbles over to bar stool and sits self on it, when bartender asks what would wish to order, replies simply }}

"Aldeberan whiskey."

{{ Bartender looks surprised at request, as self is the only Vulcan at the bar wishing to 'drown their sorrows', but acquiesces. In a short while has in possession two shot-glasses filled with amber liquid. Picks up one in badly damaged hand and brings to lips, downing in one easy shot and spluttering significantly as does so. Perhaps not as easy as originally thought... It is easier to drink so much your metabolism is actually affected than to think of current situations. One Human coping mechanism that had not failed self afterall... }}

[nawigator]

"Черт его все к черту"

Pasha cursed as for the fifth time since leaving the hotel she stumbled. Freakin heels. How did Meira and Nova ever even persuaded her to wear these damn things, she asked herself. They had even managed to get her to wear a dress. She felt silly, like she was dressing up in her mothers clothes.

When she finally reached the bar she cursed again, everyone was too tall! She couldn’t see Meira or Nova over everyone’s heads. The bar was very full, she could see a few people she recognised and shuffled past before they noticed her. Making her was to the bar she ordered a shot of straight Vodka. It wasn’t the good stuff like home but it would suffice. The drink burnt it’s was down her throat and brought a light smile to her face.

She found a seat at the bar to sit at and waited to spot someone she could talk to.

[s0val.livejournal.com]

{{ Decides that has had enough of this place, wishes to find somewhere to curl into self and close eyes at least for a little while }}

{{ Picks up empty glass and hands back to the bartender, accidentally knocking over the still-full glass near his wrist. Foul-smelling and clearly alcoholic liquid sloshes outward toward the girl sitting next to him at the bar. }}

"Pekh!"

[[ Curse said under breath ]]

[[ Turns around to face woman ]]

"I apologise for my lapse of reflex."

Bones/Harold

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

After patching up Scotty as best as he could, Leonard stayed outside. The bar was getting louder and more crowded - it looked like the entire crew was in there, laughing, having fun. Jim did good, he told himself, smiling up at the lovely waitress who dropped off his latest drink.

He'd stopped counting - didn't feel drunk, but he was smart enough to know he close. The stars were out now, almost familiar to him as he'd spent the week looking at them at night. The water was calm again. People were walking along the beach, hand in hand, some small groups laughing. It was hard to believe that tomorrow they'd be gone.

McCoy was so lost in thought he missed the arrival of someone at his side. Looking up, he squinted a bit and then snickered. "Lotta fighting going on this shore leave. Glad I missed it all."

Re: Bones/Harold

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Noticing Scotty's absence, Harold had left Pavel with a quick whispered goodbye. Not spotting him anywhere in the place, he'd slipped outside instead.

"Dunno, man. I could've used the help," Harold answered. "Listen, not that I'm not happy to see you, but-- I'm looking for a dark-haired guy, about yay high, cuts on his face? Last saw him dancing with a blonde lady, but I thought I saw-- Anyway. Seen him?"

Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

After a shockingly non-violent encounter with a doctor (http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/17629.html?thread=618205#t618205), which resulted in his face being fixed up a bit -- the cuts sealed, the swelling reduced, the pain much less noticeable -- he took the plate of food his former dance partner had brought and found himself a spot to sit and eat against the building outside. It was a pretty evening, and after a few bites of food, his nerves slowly settled down. Still wasn't in any hurry to go back inside, though.

He took a breath of the evening air, then sighed it out. Last night on Risa. He hadn't heard back from the other Scotty, and really... well, it wasn't that much of a surprise. Not even a disappointment. This Scotty had finally caught the word of the rendezvous and departure point, and made a mental note of it.

Which left him now, eating slowly and quietly, and watching the world descend to dark and quiet.

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

That was where McCoy found him when he escaped outside for a quiet moment himself - tucked away in the dark, the doctor almost didn't notice the cadet until he virtually walked into him.

"Needed a break too, huh?" He could understand why - the interior of the bar was, by now, something of an assault on the senses if one spent too long in there.

[[ Outside ]]

[s0val.livejournal.com]

{{ Pushes open door to bar and stumbles outside into cool night air, needing to get away from loudness. Sags against wall, eyes closed, mumbles something about 'possibly needing hospital' and eases out of consciousness }}

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

What the hell...

McCoy headed over to where the Ambassador was leaning. "Hey there," he said, reaching in for his little tricorder. "What's going on, Ambassador? You feeling bad?"

Clearly McCoy had too much to drink by this time.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George's attention was caught by James' rather...interesting rendition of Rocketman. (and please let the alternate him not have taught him how to sing that way) and he started rifling through the tracks he could see. He saw two that he liked...but one would probably make Chris and Winnie cry so he decided on the other (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tpl6ncyxLGw) song for his stand at the karaoke mic, getting into it. He loved singing, and more when he had an audience. Plus? Kryptonite was just a fun song to sing.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

From the back of the bar, McCoy could hear a familiar voice. He stood, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed in a familiar way, but his demeanor relaxed. When George finished, he clapped loudly, whistling.

George wasn't all that bad.

Harold & the Captain

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold passed through the room, found a place at the back wall and leaned back. He was still drinking, but lightly. He felt pleasantly drunk.

Re: Harold & the Captain

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk slowly wandered his back in the general direction where Harold was, talking to various members of the crew. Smiling, laughing, generally being the charismatic captain he was born to be. He looked over and when he spotted Harold, he grinned widely and slipped over.

First thing he noticed, "Hey, you got patched up!"

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

After excusing herself from Nova and Pasha, Nyota had made her way over to a group of communications officers that didn't look like they were having enough fun. She paused in her conversation to listen to George sing, clapping along with everyone else once he was done. Well, he wasn't half bad, she thought to herself with a smile. Clearly there were more differences between him and his son than she first thought.

After a moment or two of hesitation (because she hadn't sung in front of people in months, let alone the entire ship), she untangled herself from the group and made her way up to the stage. She leaned over, looking through the tracks and then back up at the crowds of people, trying to decide what would go down the best. Her nose wrinkled with thought as she watched a few couples milling around, people talking in corners, propped up against the bar.

The one thing they weren't doing was dancing, and she had the perfect song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYxoAJ3Boyc) to change that. Thankfully performing was one of those things she remembered instinctively, and soon found herself simply enjoying the pleasure of singing outside of her shower.

[leah-lawton.livejournal.com]

Nyota Uhura had the voice of an angel, Leah quickly decided as she listened. The music was working and she could sense the shift in the mood of the crowd. There were a few couples out there dancing now.

OOC - Nice choice of song! I'm really sorry that we still haven't had a chance to trade more than a couple of posts :( I have an idea for this thread if you'd like a chance at more karaoke. PM me if you're interested.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock wasn't actually at the beach. He knew where the beach party was, knew that there was a beach party going on, but would still rather keep his distance from people that were, by now, probably drunk. He had already been embarrassed once on this shore leave, and he didn't know if he could look at Kirk again without strangling him into the sand for his unwitting display. It would be illogical to do so, if Jim didn't know his wanton acts had been broadcast, but he predicted that some simple pleasure would come out of the act anyway.

People-watching was a sport to Spock, and by now, of veritable importance to his own personal research on humans in general. But he didn't want to get roped into it--didn't want to contaminate the experiment, so to say. He preferred to observe from afar. So he did. There was a nightclub closer to the boardwalk, set apart from the establishment Jim had rented out for the crew, that had a second story and a wide, open balcony. He retreated here, and dressed in a black shirt and grey slacks, he didn't stand out among the other people who meandered around the area with drinks in hand.

Spock kindly refused an offer of a cocktail and found a spot along the railing; yes, he could see the beach and the ocean stretched out to the horizon. A pleasant view.

He took out an unassuming bar of dark chocolate from his pocket--picked it up from one of the local stores--and opened it.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

There was something bothering Kirk, and after almost an hour into the party, he figured it out. Something... someone was missing. So once no one was talking to him, Kirk slipped from the party and went to go and find his missing First Officer.

Their talk from the other night slid through his head, that first time they had finally just talked like friends, or something like friends at least.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked slowly along, wondering if there was an easier way.

He was about ten seconds from having the ship beam his ass to Spock when he spotted the Vulcan. Spock was sitting up by the railing in what might have been a night club, looking slowly over into the distance. Kirk tilted his head, then smiled just slightly.

He turned off and into the nightclub, getting two different drinks before heading up to the second floor.

Scotty, still outside

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

A long conversation with another McCoy later (http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/17629.html?thread=664797#t664797), and Scotty sneaked back inside long enough to gather up some food. Another plate, with a decent variety of food groups, and then a bunch more that he stuck into a bag for breakfast tomorrow. Mostly fruits and a few breads.

Then he headed back outside, planning on heading back 'home' for the night as soon as he was done with dinner.

Re: Scotty, still outside

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold was wandering back up off the beach, beaming despite the itch of the transporter beam.


Well, that's just about perfect. "Oh, hey, where you going?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Fucking George...

Bones made a deal. A very sad deal with a very mean, terrible George Kirk, but it was a honorable deal nonetheless and he shook hands on it.

It was time to pay. McCoy made his way on stage, face red and blushing furiously. He didn't want to look at anyone, he didn't want to see anyone.

Four minutes and it would all be over.

Bones told himself that he was singing it because it was on of the only ones he knew by heart, 'cause he sure wasn't gonna be looking at anyone while he sang.

Nope. Not looking at anyone. Fuck, couldn't look at anyone. Please don't let him freak out, please don't let him freak out...

McCoy closed his eyes, and started singing. Halfway through he opened them, looking straight down at the top of the stage.







When he was done he nodded at the polite applause, and headed outside.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was the longest four minutes of Kirk's life. He stared silently at Bones, his heart going a mile a minute. He stood in the shadows, drink in hand, and stared at the man he cared about with every part of himself.

Bones... He breathed out in his mind, unsure about how to respond, to think about this. He blinked slowly.

When it was over, and Bones left without hesitating, Kirk just sat down hard for a moment at the nearest table and looked at no one at all.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

After catching up with Nova (http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/17629.html?thread=602845#t602845) for a bit, Chapel drifted through the party for a while, exchanging smiles and pleasantries with her acquaintances. Eventually, she settled in a corner near the bar, where she could enjoy doing a little people-watching as well as listening in as various members of the crew took their turns at karaoke.

[kirk-winona.livejournal.com]

Winona sighed as she watched George sing karaoke. She found herself remembering the times in high school when her friends had tried to get her to sing, only to have her vomit on the stage or rush off so fast she managed to nearly take the curtain down with her one time. Singing in front of people always terrified her, but hearing her son, her husband and then Bones something inside her just wanted her to sing. She looked at Chris and pondered, there was a song from an old 21st century film that would be perfect for a duet to sing for Chris, but she'd have to ask George first.

"I'll be back." She said leaving Chris at the table. "Don't move."

He nodded and Winona found herself weaving through the people to reach George. She finally found him talking to a woman she didn't recognize and she motioned for him to follow her to the karaoke machine.

She told him of her plan as she searched for the right song.

"You sure about this, Winnie?" He asked frowning slightly. "Because I know how you get."

"I just need to look at you or Chris. I won't vomit." She paused. "Hopefully."

George kissed her softly. "Just watch us. Alright. Pretend there isn't anyone here but us."

She took a deep breath before starting the song as she focused on Chris and George.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George didn't mind the stop and start they had to do. It was Winnie...the fact that she had the guts to do this...it said a lot. He kept her eye contact when she needed it, looking at Chris when it seemd appropriate.