[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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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'd LIKE proof, but somehow I have a feeling any proof you could give would be painful. Not sure I believe you, but honestly I've heard weirder shit lately." Kirk said bluntly, eying John.

...Oooohkay, the standing was making him a bit on the wary side though. He tensed up, "We'll get you your own quarters and I'll teach you how to use the replicators. You want a job? We always need security."

[john-grimm.livejournal.com]

John cocked his head.

"I know this seems like a random, and probably pretty damn rude question, but how do you get shit done if you're so fucking.... nice all the time?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

He just stared a little at John, "Seriously? My crew respects me and trusts me. I earned my captain's rank."

He was actually OFFENDED.

[john-grimm.livejournal.com]

John blinked.

"That's it? That's all it takes for your crew to follow you? Sarge controlled us with fear. One of the members of my squad, went by the name of.... well, it doesn't matter. Anyways, he didn't follow an order. Sarge shot him in the throat, as an example."

He looks down. "That's why I asked."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk's expression changed to horror. "John, I'm not gonna shoot one of my crew in the throat." He didn't even know what to make of that. "Your leader sounded more like a gang member then a LEADER."

[john-grimm.livejournal.com]

John laughed bitterly. "Well, yeah. We were more of a gang than a squad, I guess. The Marines hand picked the hardest, strongest, and fiercest of fighters for that team. We rubbed each other the wrong way twenty-four, seven."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

A quick lick of his lips, "It's not like that around here. My crew... we're more like family. All odd 1100 of us." He rubbed a hand through his hair, wishing he knew what to say to this. This guy... he'd been through a lot. Fuck, he was no good at this shit.

[john-grimm.livejournal.com]

"That..." John chuckled nervously. "I.... Really? That seems like some sort of fucking fairy tale, man."

He wanted it to be real so badly.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"You were just at our Halloween party." Kirk pointed out, "We were having fun and being silly just for a night, right?"

That expression... it seemed just like Bones. It pulled at every bit of his heart string in ways it shouldn't considering John was a stranger.

[john-grimm.livejournal.com]

"I... Yeah. Shit, you're right."

He knew it was stupid, but he wanted to pinch himself. Not that he'd do it in front of the kid. John'd been humiliated enough, that night.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk grinned towards John, nudging the beer bottle back at him. He picked up his own and tipped it, "Cheers, John. Welcome to the Enterprise."