[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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[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, I couldn't get the replicator to produce fangs for me, so I must be something else." At her lowered voice, he let a slow smile spread on his face. "Yes, but only if the situation calls for it."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"Ah, so you did intend to be a vampire! I was right!" Marlena pumped her fist in the air, victoriously. "I'm sure there are plenty of possible situations you could sink your teeth into."

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

He raised a finger in playful argument. "Ah, but I couldn't get the replicator to produce what I needed, so I'm obviously something else." Ephram leaned closer to Marlena. "If they're anything like previous situations, I'm sure I can easily manage."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"You are something else," she agreed blithely. "And I'm confident you'll be well able to handle whatever may arise."

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

Ephram didn't know whether to leer or blush. He probably managed a combination of the two. It really had been too long for him, and the sudden return to actually having someone to flirt with...it was throwing him off. When he managed to find his voice again, he hoped it held the right amount of flirtation, "I'm grateful for your confidence in me."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

At his blush, Marlena relented. She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. "You've earned my confidence," she told him with a smile. "And...whatever you may be, you look good like that."

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

Ephram squeezed her hand in return. "I'm glad for that," he said, "really." He held her fingers a moment longer. "A lot of people are not happy about me being here, and what I represent. And thank you. You look...so much more than good like that."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"I don't think anyone likes Starfleet Intelligence in any universe. Don't take it personally," she told him. "You're quite likable as an individual."

At the compliment, Marlena grinned. "Don't I? This is closer to what I'm used to wearing than the uniforms here, even if the sleeves and pants are stupidly long. It's so freeing, though, to not be completely wrapped in cloth."

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it's that reputation Intel has, but it's a necessary job. I only hope people can separate who I am from what I do."

He had wondered about the bare midriff in the uniform. "It doesn't seem exactly practical for keeping warm on a starship," he said.

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"Keeping warm?" Marlena shrugged. "The ship is climate-controlled. The uniform isn't designed for keeping warm, it's designed for the look. There have been studies. An officer's productivity increases in direct relation to her sex appeal. The Empire wouldn't be nearly so powerful if female Starfleet officers dressed like nuns!"

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

"Climate-controlled doesn't necessarily mean comfortable. You wouldn't believe the misdirected complaints coming in to my department about 'increasing the average standard temperature' aboard ships." He leaned back to look at her. "Sex appeal doesn't require showing more skin, you know."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"Misdirected complaints? It's obvious to me why they think you're the person to talk to about increasing the temperature." Marlena let the obvious comment go unsaid, merely raised an eyebrow.

She shifted to let him have a better view. "It may not require it, but it usually helps."

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

This time, Ephram knew he blushed. What did this woman do to him? "They didn't come directly to me, just got routed by mistake to the department," he demurred.

He did appreciate that view. "I doubt I can argue with that."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"You're so sure it was a mistake?" she teased. Ooh, he was cute when he blushed. Impulsively, she reached out to run a hand through his hair. It still felt wonderful between her fingers.

[ephram-green.livejournal.com]

"I'm not so sure anymore, thanks to you." He left the statement as it was, it could mean so many things. At her hand in his hair, he tensed slightly and moved closer to her. Tilting his head, he placed a kiss against the inside of her wrist.

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

His lips against the sensitive skin of her wrist made her shiver. She leaned forward to close the distance between them and kissed him, gentle yet thorough, her tongue sliding between his lips to caress his mouth.

It was with a great deal of reluctance that she pulled away. "I shouldn't monopolize you," she murmured. "The rest of the guests will be jealous. Enjoy the rest of the party, Ephram."

He knew where to find her. Marlena turned and walked away from him.