[HALLOWEEN PARTY!] -- [Open to ALL PLAYERS!] -- [IC Event!]

[kirktastic]

It had gone out as an announcement over a month ago, sent to every padd and station by one very excited Captain. A Halloween party! Must come in costume, must have fun!

Despite the hell that had been going on for the last few days, Kirk was determined that it still would happen. After a long discussion with the ship's quartermaster, along with a small army of crewmen who wanted to help, the largest rec room was decorated.

A huge buffet table had been prepared by the galley and sat spread out, all in Halloween theme. Green punch with floating eyeballs, cake decorated to look like a gravestone, a huge bowl of candy, a holographic severed hand that was scurrying around on the table top. There was even a bar set up with quite an expanse of liquor that had been secured on Risa.

There was a small seating area off to one corner, a huge dance floor, tables spread out for a real meal, and a small corner set up for music.

(OOC: Just like the thread with Risa... this is a party that's 'open' from now until Sunday night at midnight! Go nuts! This IS supposed to be IC, like the Risa party, so keep that in mind!)

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[demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com]

Demora made her way to the snack table, avoiding everyone's gaze. It gave her the strangest feeling, being here. It looked so familiar - people she knew, or at least knew at home, mingling and laughing. But they were younger, different, and not the people she knew.

She felt like the puzzle piece that didn't belong. It was so similar, eerily so, but just not where she could fit.

She squeezed the tribble in her hands lightly. She felt bad having to call him just "tribble," but insofar she had failed to come up with a proper name.

She transferred Tribble into the crook of her arm and picked up one of the cupcakes. She unwrapped it and pulled off a chunk that she placed near Tribble before taking a bite herself.

"Dunno if that's any good for you," she commented to him after she had swallowed.

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

Tiberius happily nibbled away at whatever it was the fleshy thing was giving him. It was sweet.

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

He watched as the fleshy thing force fed his compatriot. They were too far for an effective attack, so Socks waited. Better to wait for his enemy to come to him.

[demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com]

Demora licked the last few crumbs off her lips. That one had been a bit dry. She looked around - at the other end of the cupcake pan were a few cups and a pitcher of water. She scooted over and set Tiberius down on the table, freeing her arms.

She held the cup in her hand as she poured the water into the glass. It felt cool on her lips as she drank. She wiped off her mouth as she finished off the glass.

"Uh- need any, tribble?" she asked as she looked around for something shallow enough for him to drink out of.

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

So close.

The thing looked over the table for something.

Patience.

The time to strike could come at any moment. If he did not execute this maneuver perfectly, he might not have another chance for weeks.

[demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com]

Demora bit her lip. Nothing looked shallow enough, unless it was too thin. The cups were too thick to break easily.

She smiled when she saw little pudding bowls. She picked one of the vanilla ones and began spooning it into her mouth quickly. Once she had enough of it out, she rinsed it into an empty cup with more water.

There, tribble-sized bowl. She smiled and placed it next to the tribble and leaned back against the table.

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

"ATTACK,"

Socks trilled and launched at the fleshy thing. It was facing away from him. Shameful as it was to strike an opponent in the back, he might not have another chance this good. He rammed into it with all his might, but bounced off. So he took another run at it.

[demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com]

Demora started in surprise and turned to see who had thrown what at her. To her surprise, there was the pointy tribble from before, charging right at her. She stepped back, startled, and stared.

What the-

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

Socks backed up for cover against a few of the bowls on the table and hissed up at the thing.

"I'm here to save you!" he then trilled to Tiberius. "You can escape!"

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

"Fuck that shit," Tiberius trilled back, with a shiver of disapproval.

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

Rude.

Socks stopped hissing at the thing. He needed to focus his limited tribble attention on his fellow tribble.

"Why ever would you want to stay?"

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

"She feeds me," Tiberius replied. He could find his own food, but having the thing bring it to him was extremely convenient. "It is boring, but I'm always full. I think I'm going to reproduce soon."

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

"Come with me!"

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

He stopped to think. Tiberius had been with the fleshy thing for quite some time now, and it didn't appear as if he was going to be getting anywhere. He could always come back.

"Okay," Tiberius trilled. "Save me."

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

"Follow me!" Socks trilled as he went to the side of the table. "We shall escape!"

With that, he jumped off of the end of the table and scuttled towards one of the vents.

[a-tribble.livejournal.com]

After he'd crawled out of his cup, Tiberius gave the fleshy thing one last loving trill and followed after Socks.

[demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com]

Demora wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. They'd been trilling at each other and left.

Tribbles don't reproduce sexually, do they?

She watched them making their way towards the vents. Curious, she crouched down to watch.

[4leaf-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Alex saw two tribbles heading to the vents. He frowned in concern and made a note about them.