[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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[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."

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"Uhm... go ahead." Scotty would follow in a few. Right now, he was just trying to figure out who was who, who looked dangerous, who looked... wow, pretty woman there... and that sort of thing. And probably wondering if this really was a good idea, free food or no.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold shrugged. He couldn't figure out what Scotty wanted, and he didn't want to offend him by fussing over him.

"I'm gonna go find food, see what I see. Find me if you need anything? I'll find you again in a while, okay? Is that what you want?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"'S fine." He waved Harold off, lightly, then stepped further away from the door. Mostly eyeing the table now with food, calculating how far it was from his current position, how quickly he could eat, and how quickly he could get back out.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine spotted the young cadet from across the room. She wasn't sure who she was - though he did look familiar, somehow; perhaps she knew his counterpart in her universe?

But even though she didn't know his face, she had no trouble recognizing that he desperately needed a friendly gesture and some guidance easing in to the party. Moving across the bar, Chapel stepped up to him, making sure to approach from the front so as not to startle him.

"Hello," she greeted him kindly. "I don't think we've been introduced. My name is Christine."

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He blinked in surprise at the blonde woman, then cleared his throat. "Uhm... h'lo, ma'am. Montgomery Scott. I mean, Cadet Montgomery Scott. Sort of." He offered his right hand, palm up, going for gallantry. She was older, but she was blonde.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Chapel couldn't help the grin that broke across her face. "Montgomery Scott. Of course." She put her hand in hers, delicately. "I know another Montgomery Scott. He's a dear friend of mine."

An expression of concern crossed her face as she took in his disheveled appearance. It was obvious he'd tried to clean up for the party, but it was also obvious that he hadn't just been lying around on the beach all day. She tried to hide her worry, not wanting to embarrass him.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He gave her a proper kiss on the knuckles, light and chivalrous, then stood back up straight again and managed to bite down the wince at doing so. A little red-faced. If only because, well -- blonde! Woman, blonde! Talking to him!

He cleared his throat, bobbing his head once. "Aye, ma'am, there's another one floatin' around here; met him, myself."

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Chapel gave him her sweetest smile, offering the slightest bow of her head at the kiss on her knuckles. "A true gentleman, I see," she told him.

"Another Scotty? I'm sure there is - but that wasn't the one I was referring to. You see - well, it's a long story, but I'm from a different reality than this one. Everyone's a little older there - but much the same otherwise."

"And you? What's your story, young Mr. Scott?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

That must have been the 'other' that the Scotty here had mentioned. This Scotty wondered if he was closer to being like that man, than the one here. But he didn't figure that it would be all that polite to jump her with questions.

"Nae much, I'm afraid, ma'am. I was in San Fran, on break before th' start o' Command School, an' then I woke up in sickbay on this Enterprise in orbit here." He clasped his hands lightly behind his back. "Ye're from Captain Kirk's reality? Th' older one?"

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"Hmm - sounds sort of like what happened to me," she mused. "I still don't entirely understand how I got here."

When he mentioned Captain Kirk, she nodded. "Yes, that's right. He's a good man."

The lull in conversation was filled suddenly with the soft strains of an old Earth melody. Christine's face lit up. "Oh, this is one of my favorite songs!" A wistful smile crossed her face, and she let herself sway slightly to the music. She peeked at Scotty out of the corner of her eyes, wondering if he would be brave enough to ask.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Well, he was only eighteen and not exactly Mister Experience there. He listened himself, thoughtfully, trying to place the tune. He still didn't quite get the cue, though. "Aye? It's pretty. What's it called?"

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine tried to hide her soft chuckle. It was obvious that he needed a slightly more obvious hint. "Oh, it's by an old Earth band called Chicago." She turned to smile directly at him again. "I used to love dancing to these old songs."

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Oh! Now Scotty got it. WHOA! She wanted to... she wanted to... his brain almost broke. She wanted to dance. With him. She wanted to dance... WITH HIM.

He turned red again, but did his best to be the perfect gentleman, offering his hand. "Well, I'm nae exactly... uhm, nae exactly very good, but if ye'd like t' dance...?"

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

If it were possible, Christine's smile grew even wider. "I would be honored, Mr. Scott." She took his hand, steering him almost imperceptibly towards the open space in the center of the room.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Once they got there, it took him a few minutes to figure out where to put his hands -- still a bit redfaced -- but finally he rested one on her hip (and turned even more red) and kept the other, her left, in his right hand. He was so busy trying not to trip or make a complete idiot out of himself, he almost forgot the fact he'd gotten his ass handed to him less than twenty-four hours earlier. "...like I said, I'm nae very good at this, aye?"

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"Oh, don't worry, neither am I," she said lightly. "We don't have to try anything fancy. Just relax and have fun." She squeezed his hand lightly, resting her other hand on his back. "You're doing fine." She smiled at him, swaying gently to the music and hoping he wouldn't notice the looks they were attracting.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

They probably made quite a sight -- one very young, very disheveled, rather battered Scotsman, and once very pretty, very well-dressed lady, dancing. Luckily, Scotty didn't notice it; he was far too busy trying not to step on Christine's feet. He had a hard time not wincing when he tweaked his left side, but managed fairly well; still he was doing the best he could.

"Ye're sayin' that now, ma'am, but yer feet might nae in the mornin'," he replied, with a joking grin.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Chapel laughed. She leaned close to his ear, and murmured "Don't worry - I learned a long time ago to wear properly protective shoes while dancing." She drew back, giving him a just-between-us smile. Indeed, her shoes, while pretty and elegant, covered her toes, rather than leaving them exposed to be stepped on by uncertain feet.

Noticing his slight grimace of pain - she was a nurse, after all, and attuned to such things - she determined to stop after one dance and check to make sure that he was all right.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"A good thing, too; if ye didna, I'd be feelin' really guilty t'morrow." Hey, she had him smiling, and that was pretty good considering his mindset earlier in the day. He and his older self (the original) apparently shared the same weakness for beautiful women.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Chapel laughed, then sighed in disappointment as the song came to an end. "That was lovely. Thank you for the dance, Mr. Scott." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He turned his head so she could kiss the non-bruised-and-gouged right, then blushed, stepping back and ducking his head. "My pleasure, ma'am."

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Chapel's sharp eyes caught the way Scotty turned to hide the left side of his face. Reaching out, she gently turned it to see the bruise. "Ohh...that looks painful," she said sympathetically. "What happened?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He flinched a little, but didn't pull his head away; not from pain, just an automatic reaction. "Just a run-in with some dockhands. Nae that bad." Well, if you could the fact a big fist wearing a big ring in the left cheekbone and in the head as 'nae that bad'. Or a boot in the side. "Nothin' t' worry over, at any rate."

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Chapel frowned slightly. "Still, you don't want it to get infected."

"Did you see Dr. McCoy about this?"