[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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[iron-command.livejournal.com]

People at the party glanced to him, making him wonder how many here had known of his presence, how many knew who exactly he was. It would be interesting to discover, perhaps, or it would force him to return to his quarters. It had been Spock's idea to come to this party, their entertaining joke, but it had taken that women alone to ruin that.

He strode up to the bar and looked to, well now. George Kirk. Despite the shorter hair, the lack of scars, he knew the man instantly. Robau's assistant, then his first officer, one of their more famous heroes that had become an Empire legend.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Heya," George looked this Chris up and down assessingly. Same face...but he doubted he'd mistake them, on his worst days. "Should I just guess, or do you want to order? Like the toga."

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

"Hello. Something strong, if you would." Pike decided he had no desire to play around, now. Just to possibly get a drink, get some food, and leave Spock to his friend.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Of course," George said, saving his flamboyant mixing. "Sounds like you're having a rough time of it. I want to thank your mate for coming to rescue me and my son."

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

"I believe you'll be able to tell him yourself." Pike didn't care if George and Kirk had made it back to the ship; he cared that Spock had been injured in the rescue of them. "He is here, somewhere."

A thought occurred to him, and he tilted his head, "You might want to give him something chocolately, or with something chocolate in it."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" George questioned curiously and then chuckled, "Yeah but I bet he was a bitch to deal with while injured...I try Chris' patience all the time when that happens. Winnie's too, but she's more direct in her problem solving."

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

"He's very trying." Pike could agree with that, reaching for the drink. He took a sip, wondering what George had made for him.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I don't think a Chris would want a tame lover," George chuckled. He'd mixed what Chris drank when he'd had a rough couple days and wanted something strong, an orange demon. "Be too boring. I'm so glad they let me out tonight. Love bartending. What was I like where you came from?"