Costume Party

 Episode Name:  Costume Party

   Written By:  Starfleet

         Cast:  Bellis, Blair, Casya, Dakin, Duncan, Edwards, Gellan, Havaris, 

                K'net-mauri, Laco, Malloy, McNeill, Medes, Park, Poole, Rancion, 

                Semok, Sidra, Stewart, Summer, Tahlandi and Tyler.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Starfleet

     Aired On:  Thu Oct 31 22:51:37 2002

     Stardate:  52746.7

Time: Thu Oct 31 19:35:30 2002

Stardate: 52746.4

Tyler is sitting at a table across the room, by herself, in a blue dress. She listens to the jazz music as it plays on the stage. She purposefully keeps her distance from the Laco. A spread of food is along one wall on a long table, and most of the club's tables have been cleared out of the way to provide a place to dance or mingle. She perks up when the doors to the holodeck open and she smiles at Edwards as he walks in.

Edwards takes up a position near the entrance, so he can eyeball everyone. He flashes a smile at Tyler, when he catches hers, and glances sidelong at Duncan, "Why am I not surprised?"

Laco walks over to the food, his tail bobbing behind him.

Duncan's Skull, glowing eyes and all, appears from under his hood. "I've been to a few Halloween parties back on Earth."

Sidra comes into the holodeck and moves away from the entrance before taking a look around. Her eyes pause on everyone, but her eyes linger on Tyler just a bit longer than the others, and her right brow arches high. She finally moves her gaze on to others.

TYLER: Her usually blonde hair has been dyed a dark chestnut color. She has it woven in two loose braids to either side of her head, tied together with little blue ribbons. Her nose is a slender slope, bracketed by high cheekbones and a very attractive smile. She is actually wearing makeup- some rouge, lipstick, and some eye-makeup tricks that make her eyes look a little larger. She is wearing a blue and white check country dress that comes to her knees. It is adorned with small white buttons that hold the straps over her shoulders. It's pulled over a white blouse with puffy sleeves. On her legs are a pair of blue socks that come to her knees. On her feet are a pair of glittering red shoes that sparkle in the light. She carries a wicker picnic basket, in which is a little brown stuffed dog.

Summer enters into the room, oddly enough a pink electric guitar hanging by a black strap over her shoulder. "Did I come to the right place?" she asks of herself softly, then looks around, nodding to herself. "Yup, looks like it. Thank god..I would've never lived it down if I would've walked into engineering or something in this." She blinks at Duncan's glowing eyed-skull. "Gyeah...now that's a costume!"

LACO: A tall man with slightly pudgy features. His nose is large and slightly squashed, and when he pulls his head back, he grows another chin. Regardless, his body is still rather thin. He has blond hair and hazel eyes. Something strange seems to have happened to him, for there is a blue quartz-like substance covering a portion of his face and head. He's dressed as some kind of scaled, yet furry creature. It has a long, barbed tail, and each limb ends in a set of no-doubt razor sharp claws. Laco's face peers out of a 'mouth' of pointy fangs. Around the creature's neck is a color frill, that seems to be able to fan out to be displayed, or retracted.

SIDRA:

Ensign Sidra has the features of a Vulcan. She has the tall, lean build of her race with the classic shorter bodyline, and longer legs. Her limbs are slender, but surprisingly tautly muscled with wiry muscle. Her facial features are angular with high cheekbones, and thin lips. Her skin bears a slightly greenish cast, and her hair is dark as pitch, and cut in a chin length bob.

Her costume is a simple affair really. She has on a black dress that is cut in a sort of caftan style. The sleeves are long and wide, hanging all the way to the wrist. Underneath the sleeves, a black shirt is visible. The dress hangs all the way to the feet, obscuring the view of any shoes or pants. Sitting atop her head is a black conical, classic witch's hat. The hat is tilted back just a bit and secured with hairpins to allow for the wearer's pointed ears. A prosthetic nose has been applied making her nose appear to be long and crooked, with a wart on it.

Summer She is decidedly female, and a bit short on average standing at 5 feet to 5'5 tall. She looks to be about anywhere from 19 years of age to 25, on her it's actually very hard to make a true estimate just on looks alone. She's well developed, and rather curvy. Reminiscent that she has a large portion of African heritage within her, somewhere along her family ties. Her skin looking soft, unblemished by anything. Her hair is the most noticeable trait on her. Long, and discolored for her skintone It's a very light emerald Green and falls down to just a few inches above her rear, with long bangs that hang past her ears, down to just after where her breast begin. Her hair covers her entire back, hiding her usually from that angle. . Long emerald bangs fall down in front of her ears, hiding them mostly from sight.

Through her mass of hair, the smaller woman's form is just that, small, yet agile as well. A very athletic form for her size. Her body is slim, and trim. Her face is typically heartshaped, her ears tucked away, barely poking out from the huge mop of hair that follows behind her wherever she goes. She has soft light Green eyes, the rest of her eyes a dazzling white. She has thin Emerald brows that line her face above her eyes, hidden underneath her Emerald hair somewhat.

She has small, thin lips, that are a darker brown than the rest of her body, a hershey bar's dark chocolate, lined with a shade of lipstick that's also brown, but only slightly darker, her lips lend well to her face and expressions, not really pouty, but their evident. Her nose, is almost tiny, small on her face as the rest of her body parts are as well. She wears slight eyeliner over her eyelids, and a set of thick, yet ultra-short lashes line the top of her eyes, not even a quarter of an inch in length.

Tonight, April has decided to go with a definately more unique outfit. Dressed as a mythical fox spirt, a Kitsune. April's green hair has light brown streaks within it tonight. She wears an oversized pair of Earphones, which read 'SONY' on either side in small letters, and two small brownish-orange 'fox ears' poke up from her green and brown strands of hair, attached to the earphones she never seems to be without on her off time. Upon her form, she wears a somewhat overly-tight form-fitting outfit, orange in color. It hugs perhaps nearly too-tightly to every curve on her body, just below her chest and all the way down to her thighs.

A small shirt hangs over her arms, covering the bottom half of her breasts, the top half rather viewable, and free. The top is a darker orange in color, and sleveless. Her arms are covered by the ligher orange of the tight outfit, down till her thighs, where a short brown miniskirt covers her thighs. From the skirt, seems to sprout three bushy and long, soft fox-tails. A orange garter can barely be seen, holding up a light-brown hosery, all the way up till just before the miniskirt. She wears a pair of dark brown sandals, her toes painted a dark orange, with her fingernails painted within the same color scheme.

TAHLANDI:

Karanya is a young adult woman, probably in her early twenties. Two red roses are woven into her long golden blonde hair that cascades down to her shoulders, and crystal blue eyes that look like pools of water. She is a lithe, athletic young woman, about 5'3", her muscles toned but far from bulky. Her bust size is about average, if not a little smaller, and her waist curves out nicely to her hips, where her firm and shapely legs extend gracefully to the ground. Her face is full of radiant, youthful beauty, but perhaps its most distinctive feature is the ridge on her nose common to all Bajorans. She also wears a silver earring on her right ear consisting of a chain between two simple rings.

Her current attire is rather reminiscent of what might be worn by one of the goddesses of ancient Greece. The white gauze top has a modest enough neckline, but also leaves her midriff completely bare, coming to a halt two or three inches above her navel. As if that weren't enough, the material is translucent enough to come dangerously close to indecency if the lighting is right, and the entire right side of the top is left open, barely held together by a string at the bottom, and giving a nearly scandalous view of the side of her right breast. The matching gauze skirt, similarly, is at once elegant and sensuous. It comes all the way down to her ankles, but has a slit that runs all the way up to where the skirt ties on her right hip. And depending on the light, it is anything from opaque to very nearly transparent, the form of her legs clearly visible underneath. Brown sandals provide what little protection her feet have.

Duncan: A tall gaunt figure bearing a scythe. Before you stands a being composed mostly of bone and swirling dark cloth. A deaths head grin beneath glowing red eyes occasionally peeks out from the depths of it's hood. In it's claw-like skeletal hands is a long cracked staff with a jagged blade at one end.

Tahlandi strolls into the holodeck, adjusting the roses in her hair as she does so. A small smirk is on her lips as she walks inside.

Park steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Park has arrived.

Michael Edwards:

This fellow seems to stand a few inches over six feet tall at the most, with an athletic build. It's obvious that he does what he can to take care of his body and stay in shape.

The dark blond hair on top of his head is cut short and parted on the right side. It's kept clear of his face at all times. A pair of hazel eyes tend to watch the world around him. A slightly flared nose sits in the midst of his face, above a curved mouth. Giving him a bit of a tough look is a square-jaw. His light skin is colored by the barest of tans.

A simple golden band sits on the ring finger of his left hand.

Covering his upper body, mostly, is a red and black basketball jersey. Emblazoned on the front and back of it are the number 12, along with a Starfleet emblem on the front, and the name Edwards across the back. Over his lower body is a pair of long shorts, the color-scheme matching the top. Rounding out the outfit are a pair of white socks and a pair of old-style red and white sneakers.

Laco presses something on his waist, causing the frill about his neck to 'display.'

Park comes clanking into the holodeck and looks around until he finds Tyler.

Summer wanders about for a minute or two, before she approaches Tyler. She leans over the table a bit, as she points to her basket with the little dog. "I don't suppose you're s'posed to be Dorothy n' Toto there, are you? Y'know, drop a house on th' witch Dorothy, n' steal her shoes?"

McNeill steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

McNeill has arrived.

Malloy steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Malloy has arrived.

Duncan is standing beside Edwards, surrounded by mist that seems to fade away as it gets further from him.

McNeill steps into the holodeck, her left arm entwined inside the crook of Malloy's right arm. They pause and she looks all around, a smile growing on her face.

Sidra is just to the side of the entrance looking around the room at the various people as they enter. Her expression is flat. There isn't any real party excitement going on in her neighborhood.

Edwards watches more people shuffle on in. "Ah, Halloween. The only holiday to really sanction goofiness." he comments idly to Duncan.

Duncan's hood nods. and a hollow voice responds. "True, and a good idea it was too."

Malloy leads McNeill slowly inside, then quirks an eyebrow, his left one, looking around at the people present. "Ah, the old adagio of never coming too early to a party still holds true. Social parties that is, you do look rather silly when you arrive during dessert at a dinner party...or when the keg's empty..."

McNeill murmurs to Malloy, "Hmm, bit of a quiet party."

McNeill looks around viewing the various characters with interest, her brow is slightly furrowed with concentration, occasionally she nods to herself as she is trying to work out who the motley crew actually are.

Tyler looks up to Summer and smiles a bit. "Yes," she says to Summer. "I'm supposed to be Toto. What's your costume? A cat?"

McNeill: A tall, slender woman who appears toned and well-proportioned with a narrow waist and long legs.

Her well-defined facial features show prominent cheekbones, a strong bone structure and a pert slightly-upturned nose with blood red lips which convey an expression somewhere between an amused grin and a shy smile. Her complexion is milky-white and stands in contrast to her twinkling emerald-green eyes which are framed by long, dark lashes. Her arched narrow eyebrows appear raised as if perpetually asking a question. She appears to be youthful although there are a few tell-tale lines around the corners of her eyes.

Her shiny jet-black hair is swept up on top of her head and held in place by a long narrow silver clasp, curled ringlets snake their way down either side of her head by her ears and there is a small white flower in her hair just above her right ear. Diamond encrusted pendants hang from each earlobe and catch the light.

She is dressed in apparel reminiscent of a 20th Century ballroom dancer as she is wearing a shimmering white satin dress which is draped over her form from slim straps across her bare shoulders, expanding into thin tresses of embroidered material which cover her breasts except where the deep V neckline exposes some cleavage. The dress has a fitted bodice type appearance which clearly delineates her waist and clings to her hips before the skirt descends in waves of satin which hug her thighs snugly and stops at mid calf. However as she moves, you see there are slits in both sides of the skirt, right up to her upper thighs.

Summer blinks a bit, shaking her head. "N..no way! I'm not a cat! I'm a Kitsune! Y'know..ancient earth tri-tailed foxes, can transform from wolf to human form, always female..I've got the ears, and the tree tails to boot, too! See?" She turns suddenly, to try to brush her three tails against Tyler.

Laco wanders about, his tail bobbing behind him.

Malloy:

Of apparent Terran decent, this man stands at 6'2", his figure could be described as athletic, more a runner's physicque than anything else though. His brown hair is stylishly cut, nothing fancy there, either, just a more modern look, only about two years out of fashion. Intelligent, observant grey eyes looking out of a rugged appearing face with an aquiline nose. Age-wise, he appears to be in his late twenties to early thirties.

He is wearing a black, elegant Armani suit, actually complimenting his body rather nicely. Who would have thought he is the kind who would look dashing in made to measure clothing. Or who would go through research to come up with a nice design from the 20th Century, Earth. A white Kent shirt with cufflinks and spitshined black leather shoes add the finishing touches to this rather classy evening attire.

McNeill points at the creature looking like some sort of reptile monster, she murmurs to Malloy, "Who on earth is that?" She raises an eyebrow questioningly. "I think I'll go and talk to...him? her? it......and see who it is?"

Tyler blinks a little and scoots back from Summer's shaking back side. "I'm sorry," she says. "I see now... Though I've never heard of a Kitsune."

Edwards motions toward Tyler, "If you'll excuse me, Grim Duncan, I'm gonna go rescue Wendy. Or say hi. Either way..."

Duncan's deaths head peeks out and grins. "Not a bad idea."

McNeill glides over to the creature whose tail is bobbing about, "Err hi." She tries to peer between the fangs, she smiles unsurely, "I'm just wondering who it is in there?"

Laco only reply is a series of growls and roars.

Edwards nods and meanders on over to where Tyler is sitting. "Well if it isn't Dorothy Tyler and... a fox-thing." he comments, as he approaches.

Park moves over toward Tyler, slowly since that's the only speed that he seems to be able to coax out of the getup. "I thought I saw someone I recognized over here."

McNeill blinks and steps back a bit, she gives a nervous laugh and takes another anxious glance at the fangs and claws, "Talkative.....I see. She sort of looks around, wondering what to do or say next."

Summer turns back around, blinking. "Really? Well, I guess they aren't that well known anymore. I mean, technology and all. They were big in Japanese culture I think..either that, or native american..I forget which offhand." She blinks, placing her hands on her hips. "Fox-thing? I'm a kitsune, you ass!" She looks, and blinks a bit. "Uh..er, sir..I mean..uh, respectfully." She blinks again, as she looks towards Tyler. "You? You're Tyler? Wow..y'know, alot of people seem to be afraid of you for some reason..though, you look just fine to me."

Park chuckles at Summer's comments, "It's only because of the dog, April.

Tahlandi strolls up to the oak bar and leans against it gently, looking over the room and admiring the costumes.

Tyler smiles to Park and Edwards as they approach. She's about to say something to Edwards when Summer mentions people being afraid of her. Her mouth closes and she frowns a little, growing silent suddenly.

Laco makes his frill display again.

McNeill jumps back a little startled and almost stumbles, "Oh!"

"Well. It looks like someone needs to look up tact in the dictionary." Edwards comments, not terribly pleased, as he /looks/ at Summer.

Park whispers to Tyler, "I think the medical term for her condition is 'Foot In Mouth' disease."

Park leans over and mutters something in tyler's ear.

McNeill walks slowly away from the creature displaying his frill and heads towards the bar, from where she seems happy to watch the goings on, she turns to the blonde in the goddess outfit and smiles, "Quite a gathering isn't it."

Summer gulps a bit. "Well..nice t'meetcha miss. I dunno..from what I heard, I figured 'yah were like a good 7 feet tall, and like real good at kickin' some ass or somethin'..I mean..I dunno. Whatever you dun' did, I've heard nothin' but good things aboutcha'!" She nods again as if to confirm it. "Nothin' but good things..well..oh! Well, lookie there, a spot opened up over there, I think I'll just go get my mingle on..over there. Excuse me!" She literally..starts to run to the other side of the room, as she tries to run away from trouble, making her way towards McNeill and Malloy.

Tyler doesn't look so sure at Park's comments. She swallows and nods, though. "I guess," she says to him.

Edwards watches Summer flee and remarks, "Well, it's not really a party until someone starts to rampantly offend people."

K'net-mauri steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

K'net-mauri has arrived.

Bellis steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Bellis has arrived.

Duncan's cowl moves side to side as the glowing eyes inside survey the crowd.

Park just shakes his head as he watches Summer. "It might become a terminal condition one of these days."

Tahlandi glances over and grins. "Yeah, it's certainly an... interesting assortment, isn't it."

Bellis comes into the room with her arm linked causually through K'net-mauri's. She smiles brightly as they enter and she says quietly to him as she looks around, "The technology is amazing. Still, it has a hard time giving life to a place. I fear I am spoiled for life. Nothing will ever be as good as it was at home."

McNeill grins and looking the door raises an eyebrow, she murmurs softly to Tahlandi, "Oh look, there's K'net....the Romulan Ambassador, didn't think this would be his scene."

Sidra moves over toward Tyler, Edwards and Park. Natural she should move in that direction really. She stops nearby and waits for a moment of silence to interject, "Research did not indicate that the Terran picture 'The Wizard of Oz' was such an appropriate choice for Halloween costumes. It is interesting that such an old film would remain such a popular choice."

Summer hops up onto a barstool near Mcneill and Tahlandi. "Heyla girls! How's it goin' eh?" She gives a look back towards the Tyler-grouping, then back to the other two women. "Kinda slow party, eh?"

Tahlandi laughs softly at McNeill's words, and then blinks a couple of times at Summer. "It's going OK, I suppose..."

Tyler shifts in her chair and takes the Tin Man's hand. She looks up to Sidra as the Vulcan approaches. She smiles to her. "It's one of my favorite movies," she says. "Did you see it, or just choose the costume from a list?"

K'net-mauri smiles at Bellis. He is uncostumed and looks just the same as he always does, except for the odd fact that he is arm-in-arm with the Prylar, his hard-edged form and features in a somehow harmonious contrast with her round one. He replies to her, "I too am spoiled. It is all hollow to me."

Edwards glances toward Sidra and comments simply, "It's a classic."

McNeill turns slightly at Summer's arrival, she looks her up and down, a little wrinkle appears on her brow, "Err, hi" she shrugs, "You got any ideas for livening up the party?"

Stewart steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Stewart has arrived.

Sidra nods to Tyler, "I watched it as part of my research on witches. I wasn't overly familiar with the concept of the party, so I did research to discover an appropriate costume. A witch seemed to be a logical and appropriate choice. I then did research on witches both historically and from a cultural perspective, and I came across the movie there. It was quite interesting, though I am not overly familiar with Terran films."

Duncan's hood nods in the Ambassador's direction and a hollow voice issues forth. "Evening Ambassador, stopped in for the festivities?"

Park grins at the Vulcan, not that it will do anything. "Just don't try to take Wendy's shoes."

Bellis takes a moment to look over the various people attending the party, eyes taking in the costumes and smiling brightly as she observes the group. She turns her gaze away from the others and nods her head in reply to what K'net said. "I agree. It is very beautiful, but still. . .empty. Ah, well. I believe the important thing is that everyone enjoys themselves. After all, there is plenty in life that is illusion." She pauses then and looks around again.

Summer shrugs her shoulders. "Well..spiking the punch always used to work, but I don't think it'll work on this crowd. I dunno..I guess I've kinda outgrew that party-scene..just been hangin' onto it by a thread. Maybe some music and dancin' might help, though? Anyone got Monster Mash 'er somethin' like that?"

McNeill blinks and shakes her head, "Errr no, never heard of it. She turns back to Tahlandi, "Sorry, I don't think we've ever met? I'm Ciara McNeill, one of the medics."

STEWART:

James is reasonably tall, standing at about 6'1", and generally lean of figure. Fit without being bulky. He has brown hair kept in a crew cut, and blue eyes set in a face that tends a bit too much towards the angular and bony to be really considered ideal. It is further marred by a reddish patch that extends up the right side of his neck, curling over the lower ridge of his jaw. This red skin is shot through with white veining, looking to be the result of an old, but superficial wound.

At the moment, Stewart is wearing a kilt, red and white with green and yellow threads. Above that he wears a simple white shirt with a black tie. A sash runs from his left side (on top) down around his right, and is pinned to the shirt with a brass broach in the shape of a circular belt with a nesting griffon within. A belt fastens the kilt, and from it hangs a sporran, supported by chains. On his legs he wears knee-length hose, and on his feet are well-polished dress shoes.

He also appears to be wearing a pair of prosthetic ears that flare back to a point.

K'net-mauri lifts a brow at Duncan-Death, turning his attention away from Bellis to look the fellow over. "This is indeed a colourful celebration," he says. "I had no idea. We are..." he indicates the Prylar with a tilt of his head, "Curious." To Bellis he nods, "I suppose so. It seems to satisfy many. I am an extremist."

Blair steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Blair has arrived.

Tahlandi shakes her head at Summer. "Nor have I..." She turns back to McNeill and smiles. "Tahlandi Karanya. I'm the Operations Manager here."

Tyler's mood lightens as she forgets Summer's earlier comments to her. She smiles up at the Vulcan. "It's a good movie. It supposedly shocked the first-run audience, as they were expecting it to be entirely in the less technologically advanced black and white. So when it turned to color in Oz, they were thoroughly surprised."

McNeill smiles, "Pleased to meet you. So who's in charge of station operations if you are here" She winks.

Tahlandi chuckles softly. "Someone else, for a little while. Thank the *Prophets* for that. I've been busy enough lately."

Stewart comes walking in, dressed in a kilt, and oddly enough, wearing artificial pointed ears to boot. Not exactly a usual combination. Upon arriving he stops, looks around, and then heads towards a table in the back, taking a seat.

Edwards wanders on back toward the entrance, or just in that direction at least, so he can approaches K'net-mauri and Bellis. "Ambassador!" he greets cheerfully, "And... your friend."

Summer says, "Probably McAnally right? She's been doin' alot lately from what I hear."

McNeill nods and gives a half-grimace, "I'm sure many of us echo that sentiment," she sighs, "It's nice to do something....well.....sort of normal for once."

K'net-mauri looks a touch suprised at Edwards' cheery greeting. He lifts a brow at the man, then smiles at him, "Indeed," he says. "Prylar Bellis, of Bajor."

Blair slips in the doors of the holodeck, almost skulking about the edges of the room -- and by sheer coincidence, in his costume he -almost- manages to blend in, except he looks rather like he doesn't fit the outfit.

Tahlandi shrugs gently. "It wouldn't surprise me if it was her, she's had the job before, so I know she can handle it. But I basically said, I'm taking a break, you guys deal with it." She chuckles. "And nothing's blown up yet, so I imagine everything's alright so far."

Blair: Evan is of a moderately tall stature, clocking in at approximately 5'9". His frame is slender, and his posture slumped and collapsed as if he wishes to keep to himself. On rare occasions he can be seen straight and at attention, but once the motivation is gone he simply draws into himself again. A shock of unruly brown hair hangs over his eyes, sometimes accenting them, sometimes veiling them with an unpredictable set of bangs. His eyes are an icy blue, and seem distant, almost detached, as if he is constantly thinking of something besides his current situation. When the need arises, however, they will find some semblance of focus, and his voice speaks with an uncharacteristically clear timbre. He appears consistently calm and collected, just...not collected right -here-.

His duds are no less stellar. (That was indeed just said.) At the bottom are a pair of wingtips, white and black with thin, dark, forest-green strips along the sides, which meet black, slightly oddly-styled black slacks, pockets slashed in an uncommon direction and back pockets designed in a way that a select few may recognize as fashionable on none other than the Rigellian worlds. Tucked into that is a forest green formal shirt with a wide collar, whose cuffs are rolled up to just past his elbows. Holding the affair up are a pair of almost-black suspenders with gold-colored clasps, and topping it all off is a black fedora, a lighter green band around its base with a single red feather tucked into the band almost jauntily. He has also affected a simple pair of glasses for the night.

Casya steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Casya has arrived.

Sidra looks to Park, "Yes, it would be quite inappropriate for me to attempt to steal her shoes. Indeed I did not understand the witch's desire to possess the shoes. The only reason was a sentimental one, since they had belonged to her sister."

McNeill notices Blair's attempt at a discreet arrival, she tries to catch his eye and gives a little wave for him to come over to where she and Tahlandi and Summer are at the bar.

Bellis laughs cheerfully as she turns a bright smile on Edwards. Her head nods and she says, "A pleasure to meet you." Her attention wanders again, looking at something she perhaps missed the first look around. With a shake of her head she turns back to conversation. "The Ambassador was kind enough to accompany me to the party since I do not know many people on the station yet."

K'net-mauri:His eyes are large and almond-shaped, heavy-lidded with irises of a brown colour so dark it appears black to all but the closest scrutiny. Sharp angles and smooth planes make up his features. In combination with his sleek upswept eyebrows and the subtle ridges above them, this gives him a hawkish and predatory appearance. His black hair is greying at the temples and is worn a little longer than is usual for Romulans, but it does not completely hide a wide streak of raised and greenish scar-tissue that runs up his neck and dissapears behind his elegantly pointed left ear.

He is approximately six feet tall, large boned and broad shouldered. When he walks, the movement is quite slow and rather stiff, with an appearance of dignity. He seems to be in the early stages of middle-age.

K'net-mauri is dressed simply, in Romulan style. His high-collared tunic is coloured a deep green and is cut with blocky sleeves and broad, sharply pointed shulders. His trousers and boots are black and plain.

Park: He has close cropped, blond hair that is a little lengthy on top, pushing the bounds of regulation. His deep blue eyes are bright and friendly, but always aware of what is happening around him. He is broad in the shoulders and back, indicating that he is physically fit, but by no means enormously strong. The movements of his 6'1" frame are lithe and precise. He exudes an air of confidence, but there is no hint of arrogance in his eyes. Many would consider him attractive, but he is far from the best looking man on board. When seen, he is generally wearing a friendly smile. At first glance, he looks very much like a metal man. A pointy silver headpiece covers his silver face. Surrounding his body is a bulky metal suit that covers every inch of him, clanking quietly as he moves. In his hands, an axe is clenched with metal fingers.

Edwards ahs and flashes a smile at Bellis, "I'm Leftenant Commander Michael Edwards, the First Officer." Introduction made, he comments, "Well, we're all glad you both made it. I guess nobody explained the costume part, though, eh?"

Tyler clicks her ruby slippers together. "Magic!" she says to Sidra.

Park nods, "Exactly." He looks down at Tyler's feet, "Although they ARE rather snappy."

Summer lets out a sigh. "Y'know..this is kinda a drag. Ya' got the Tyler-mob over there, I guess us over here, and the walkabouts. I guess there's not much actually planned. Seems like Every time I open my mouth too, someone gets all pissed off."

K'net-mauri shakes his head to Edwards, "I was not aware of the celebration at all. Much less its customary dress. How does it work?"

McNeill looks at Summer with mild disinterest, "I really can't imagine why, can you?"

Havaris steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Havaris has arrived.

Bellis tilts her head to the side and says, "Costumes? I think I heard mention of it, but, well, we only just decided to stop in a moment ago. No time to plan anything."

Tahlandi chuckles softly at McNeill's words.

K'net-mauri is still arm-in-arm with Bellis, not far from the entrance, speaking with Edwards.

Casya steps into the holodeck, blinking in surprise at the sheer number of people present. She tries to edge as carefully as possible past various groups of people, trying not to smack anyone in the head with her wings as she looks around for familiar faces.

Duncan's hood nods at Havaris and that hollow voice issues forth yet again. "Evening."

Edwards explains to the Ambassador, "You dress up as someone, or something, you aren't. Like, um, you could put on a uniform and pretend to be a soldier."

Casya: Animalistic. Catlike. Sexy. Green. All of these are words that have been used to describe Casya. A young woman on the verge of leaving her teenage years behind her, her lithe, sinewy, and decidedly voluptuous body shows every indication of being fully developed, her every move instilled with a sensual grace. Long, dark waves of ebony hair contrast darkly against the deep emerald of her skin. Light brown, almost amber eyes gaze out from a smooth, oval face with a flawless complexion, a pert nose, and full, sensuous lips which hide a set of dazzling white teeth.

She is clad in... well... not a whole heck of a lot. At first glance, she /seems/ to be clothed... but closer inspection reveals that a more appropriate word would be 'covered', by a very elaborate coating of smudge-proof, pearlescent body paint and glitter, swirled liberally upon her emerald skin. The only concession to some semblance of modesty is a small, iridescent bikini bottom, and her long ebony hair, drawn over her shoulders to somewhat curtain her breasts. Attached to her back is a large pair of translucent white fairy wings. A pearlescent mask is painted over her eyes in the same paint that coats the rest of her body.

Blair hangs about the room's edges a little bit before a wave catches his eye and he swings about, pausing for a moment just barely short of a hanging jaw. With a clearing of his throat after a moment he regains his composure and quickly moves towards the small group at the bar, stopping a few steps from McNeill, Tahlandi, and Summer. "Er. Evening," he manages, adding in a small wave.

Havaris paces into the Holodeck, carrying a bucket, and looking every bit like a Cardassian's proto-reptillian evil twin. He's even got the self-superior leer down pat. He lifts his bucket, shaking it a little before noting, "Greetings from the Gamma Quadrant?"

McNeill smiles warmly at Blair, "Evan, hi." She gestures to her companions, "Do you know these ladies," with the last word she gives a quick sidewards glance to Summer and a wry grin plays at the corner of her mouth.

Havaris:

Havaris has lost his everloving mind. He's dressed, from head to toe, as a Cardassian. He's even wearing a reasonable mask, save that it's far more lizardoid than your average Cardassian. Cromagnon man to the Cardassian's Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Around his neck is worn a slave collar, reminiscent of but not actually anything like an Orion Slave Collar. The differences begin with a D ring at the collar's front from which depends a chain leash. This leash leads down to a leather grip which rests in the final insult to this degrading costume.

A bucket.

And not just any bucket, no. The handle swims amid a pool of gold tinted jelly, perhaps some silicon based gel or other. It's hard to say. The bucket, a matte gray metal, is labelled in cheerful white letters: 'THE FOUNDERS'.

Duncan's deaths head peeks out as he takes a gander at Havaris's costume. For the first time in history, Death can be seen doubled over as hollow laughter booms forth.

Summer rests her head on her hands, with a little sigh. "Yeah yeah..I guess I shouldn't have mentioned how all kinds of people seem to be scared of Tyler..I don't even know what they're scared for. I thought Tyler was some warrior person. Pfft..she's like a stringbean." She glances towards Blair, and offers him a slight wave with three of her fingers from thier position. "Hey 'Fleetyboy. Yeah, we met today."

K'net-mauri lifts a brow at Edwards, "Why? I am afraid I do not have a uniform. I have my customary dress and my something-important-is-happening political costume, which you saw the other night. I did not anticipate this event." He smiles as he says it, though. "And we are all soilders, when it comes down to it."

Tahlandi glances at Blair with a small, amused smile. "Oh, we've met," she grins.

Sidra starts to return a comment about the Wizard of Oz but stops as she sees Havaris and his costume. Not a word is spoken and her facial expression doesn't change at all save for a single highly arched brow. After a few seconds she half-whispers, "Intriguing."

Edwards umms and shrugs, "I think we can forgive you this time." That's when he's distracted by the new arrivals. First he smirks at Havaris', then he glances to Casya and blinks, "Casya!"

Tyler squeezes Park's hand and stands up from her chair. She takes a look around at all the costumes and giggles when she sees Havaris' costume.

Park grins broadly as Havaris comes in to the room. "I think he's making a statement."

Bellis turns her head to smile brightly at K'net. "Well, if anyone asks, you can say you came as a Romulan Ambassador. And, I came as a Bajoran Prylar. There you go. After all, I would guess the costumes chosen represent some part of the people wearing them."

Havaris grins aside at Duncan as he doubles over laughing, nodding his head appreciatively. It's not until Edwards belts out Casya's name that his eyes are drawn her way. To his credit, he keeps the bucket in hand. "I'm willing to concede the win. That's... very..." He goes searching for a proper term. "Chilly. Looking." He wisely chooses that moment to go find himself a drink.

K'net-mauri grins at Edwards, "I should hope so. Even if I had known, I'm not sure I could bring myself to participate." He follows the other man's gaze to Havaris, blinks at that, then breaks into laughter. Rich and hearty laughter and maybe a little -too- amused. He just grins at Bellis, unable to reply to her through his mirth.

Casya utters a string of soft apologies as she makes her way through the crowd toward Edwards, her gauzy wings presenting more of a problem than she had anticipated. She smiles at him as she finally arrives to stand before him. "Hello Michael." she greets him with a completely guileless, innocent smile.

Tyler whispers to Park, "You look pretty good in silver."

Park smiles at Tyler and leans down to whisper something in her ear.

Blair waves faintly to Summer, and gives Tahlandi a smile. "...Aye, we've met. 'Evening, you two," he says with a soft smile. "Enjoying yourselves yet? I couldn't come until I was off shift, I'm afraid." He adjusts his hat, looking fairly self conscious, and his glasses have slid down his nose somewhat.

Park whispers to Tyler, "I love the dress. You'll have to start wearing that around the house."

Tyler wrinkles up her nose at Park's comment to her and she bumps him with her hip. "I don't think so."

Edwards centers his gaze on the middle of Casya's forehead. "You're naked!" he points out quite unnecessarily.

Tahlandi sighs gently. "Actually, it's been kind of..." Her voice trails off as she spots Casya. "Well. Hello."

Park chuckles as he look to where Edwards is standing and comments to Tyler, "Leave someone to point out the obvious."

McNeill shrugs and inclines her head to one side, she smiles, "Enjoying ourselves?" She pushes a stray strand of hair back into place, "But of course, although I think the party is really only getting going now." She winks, "I think it was waiting for you Evan."

McNeill corrects herself following Tahlandi's glance, "No perhaps it was waiting for....her."

Blair sticks his tongue out at McNeill, softly. "Don't be silly, Ciara, I couldn't liven up a party if -- " Tahlandi's turn draws his attention and he follows her gaze. "...Yes...I'd say so," he says faintly, rather hurriedly turning back around and covering his eyes...then wincing, as in doing so he pushes his glasses into his face.

Casya's smile fades a bit at Edwards' reaction to her costume. She put a lot of work into it! "But... I--I'm... covered..." she defends herself, somewhat lamely. "I've been paraded about in public in less than this, before..."

Sidra quiets and watches the interaction between Casya and Edwards.

Bellis makes no move to step farther into the party and the crowd. She appears quite content to watch everyone else, her head tilting to the side as she observes something or other that catches her attention. She turns her head to glance at K'net, her expression cheerful and making her look as if she is quite pleased with herself over something.

Tahlandi curls her lips into a grin. "Wow... how the hell have I not seen *her* before? Damn."

Stewart currently just occupies space towards the back (partially because the player's on brat-detail for All Hallow's). Eventually he gets up, starting to wander through the crowd, just meandering around looking at costumes.

McNeill blinks and casts a sidewards glance at Tahlandi, "Well, I think we have all seen all there is to see"

Dorothy Tyler slips her arms around Tin Park and hugs him briefly, then sits back down at his side. She continues to people-watch, remaining a wall flower and not mingling.

Summer follows everyones gaze from the bar, then blinks as she rubs at her eyes. "Gyeeaaahhh! Holy crap, and people say I dress trampy! Hmph..damn'd people. What do they know!" She crosses her arms, nodding once. "I say if yah got it, flaunt it..and she, has definately got 'it'. And..well, apparently she's flaunting 'it' right now, too."

K'net-mauri still laughing and short of breath as a result of it, observes to Edwards, "She is naked, to dress as something she is not..." This too is amusing to him, but he says to Casya, smiling and still merry, "You're parading yourself, now. But this once, I think I like it."

Edwards clears his throat, "Yeah, I remember. Now, I guess if you're comfortable... But, you know... Um, I don't know." He frowns, "Oh geez."

Blair raises both eyebrows towards Tahlandi. "Evidently you don't drink coffee, Kara," he murmurs with a faint smile, at which point he turns around again with a few steps, unconsciously ending up a step away from McNeill or so. "Well. That looked daring."

Medes steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Medes has arrived.

Tahlandi grins slyly. "Well, if I'd have known I could've gotten *that* risque with my costume..." She chuckles softly.

K'net-mauri grins to Bellis, still at his side, "What do you think?"

Medes:

Scruffy-looking. If there were one word to be used to describe Ensign Medes, that'd be it. She's short, to start with (no more than 5'2", even in her boots), thin and wiry. A short shock of hair the color of bog mud sprouts from her head in a generally unruly fashion, defying all of its owner's attempts to control it. Beneath the slightly uneven hairline that this non-style engenders, a perfectly unremarkable and very definitely entirely human face is comprised of such features as a nose whose appearance approaches hawkish, a square jaw, and hazel eyes. Laugh lines -- faint, but beginning to make their presence known -- cluster at the corners of said eyes. Not pretty by any stretch of the imagination, but striking, if short, middlingly muscular and scruffy women qualify for such things.

Thea's costume calls to mind the quote that 'No man can stand against a Celt if his woman stands beside him.' The ferocious little wolf-woman's been made up to appear even more aggressive by dint of her clothing choice. Her tiny, white-skinned body is covered in blue body paint reminiscent of woad, spiral patterns over the economical musculature of her arms, torso and neck, some of it even extending up to spiral around one eye. It's very obvious that she hasn't got anything much in the way of feminine shaping, but it's also very obvious that she hasn't got much in the way of extra fat for such things to occur. The reason such things are obvious is because she's wearing a belted kilt and sash -- and JUST an Old Stewart tartan kilt and strategically placed sash, the latter likely held in place by some sort of tape in addition to the clan badge that fastens it back to her kilt at the waist.

Rancion steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Rancion has arrived.

Havaris grabs a drink. Drinks the drink. There. The empty is placed back down, allowing him to turn back about. Having gathered his wits, Kusto paces back towards Casya, Edwards, and the Romulan Ambassador. He gives Edwards a pat on the shoulder, and offers Casya a nod of his big lizardoid head. Complete with spoonprint. "You're a work of art with a work of art on. Frankly, I like it. You look fine. And, if I'm to understand the origins of this event? You're actually more properly dressed than most." A succinct nod is offered at that.

McNeill eyes Tahlandi up and down with a chuckle, "I wouldn't say you would have to make too many adjustments to match her."

Duncan's hood turns back and forth as he observes, with glowing red eyes, the new arrivals.

Blair declines any comment at Kara's remark but for a soft snicker, which he attempts to hide with one hand.

Tahlandi glances over at McNeill and smirks.

Bellis speaks to K'net without looking at him, still watching the occupants of the room. "Oh, it is really interesting. It certainly looks like people are having a lot of fun. That would be the point I believe. And you? What do you think?"

Summer hops up, onto her feet from the bar. "Well ladies, n' gent. I'm heading out. Gettin' too stuffy in here and far too many people for me really..besides..gotta turn in early. See ya."

Summer steps out of the holodeck.

Summer has left.

K'net-mauri nods to the Prylar, stil grinning. "I am a silly man, and think this quite pleasing to see."

Medes storms the party. There's really no other word for it. Perhaps she's trying to keep up her confidence. Either way, she storms in, and stops just inside the door. It's Stewart that she sees before Havaris (and lord, she might not even /recognize/ the latter), so she storms in his direction and shoulders him. "Bastard. You stole my idea. Sorta."

Casya blanches for a moment as Havaris approaches, then breathes out a sigh and laughs as she realizes... it's a -costume-. "Thank you, my l--" catching herself, she corrects herself smoothly, "--sir." She looks over to Edwards and nods slightly at him. "How could I not be comfortable? The only thing I have on that could cause discomfort are the wings... and if I stay put and don't go wandering through the crowd, they don't present a problem..."

McNeill watches Summer leave and shrugs, turning to Blair and Tahlandi and nodding in the departing Summer's direction, "She's quite......different in attitude."

Rancion: His light brown hair is cut high and tight, almost remenicent of the old military days. the small amount of streeslines running across his foread seem to add to rather than detract from his face. Green eyes glitter out from under a set of bushy eyebrows the button nose giving his face a youthful, and impish cast. his mobile lips almost always seem to be ready to break out in a smile. Still he does not look all that impressive standing at 5'6" until one catches site of the muscular spread of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms.

The green eyes, and button nose are cast in shadow from the brim of the black fedora he is wearing. The collar of a white shirt peeks out from a pinstriped suit cut to an early twenties fashion. a black pin striped tie cuts a dark slash across the front of the white shirt, the slacks match the suit well and are pressed, the creases so fine it almost looks as if they can cut paper. a set of wing tip shoes glow with a bright shine as he steps in. in his right hand is a violin case.

Tahlandi chuckles softly. "No kidding."

Blair offers Summer a small wave as the latter departs, leaning over to McNeill and murmuring softly.

Edwards gives Havaris a sour look at his words. Returning his attention to Casya, or her forehead to be more exact, he remarks, "Well, um, your costume is... very creative. And I'm glad you joined us." There.

Blair whispers to McNeill, "Very different, if you count threatening -- jokingly, I think -- to beat me into a bloody pulp next time her comms systems were down."

Dakin steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Dakin has arrived.

McNeill raises an eyebrow and looks at Blair with a little frown, she murmurs something back to him.

Rancion limps in to the holodeck. his left hand coming up to run along the brim of the black fedora on his head. An impish smile adorns his shadowed face

Stewart lifts an eyebrow at Medes, stopping his wandering. "I did? I don't see /your/ ears." He chuckles slightly, and says, "Now, shhh, or you'll ruin my line of thinking here, and this took too much work for that. How've you been? Haven't seen you around in awhile."

McNeill whispers to Blair, "Well dare she try! She'll have me to deal with."

Havaris blinks at Edwards' sour look, drawing back his hand from the Commander's shoulder. Not one to be put so quickly into his 'place' as it were, Kusto lifts his bucket and shakes it with a gloopy splash. "Care for a drink, Sir?"

Dakin: Dakin Rann is a fairly good-looking Bajoran male in his mid-twenties. He stands 6'3" in height and is of average build. His eyes are a piercing hazel, and his hair is short, black in color, and styled in a spiky fashion. Dakin is currently wearing a black t-shirt with a maroon button-up shirt of late 20th-century design over it. The maroon shirt is only buttoned at the very bottom and is not tucked in. His lower body is clothed in a pair of black leather trousers and a pair of heavy black boots on his feet. What looks like a Bajoran Militia combadge hangs from a length of black cord around his neck. A Bajoran earring is clasped to his left ear.

Blair chuckles softly. Blair whispers to McNeill, "Taking a try at preventative medicine now, Doctor?"

McNeill just smiles and places a hand on Blair's arm and gives it a little squeeze.

Bellis makes no move to leave the side of the Romulan Ambassador as she watches the people coming and going from the party. "Well, I am pleased we came then. And, silly? I never would have imagined. Humorous, yes, but silly. I shall make a note of that. Which is your favorite costume, then?"

Tahlandi glances between Blair and McNeill for a moment, eyebrow raised, before she goes back to look over the rest of the costumes.

"Bweehee!" Medes's laugh once she looks Stewart up and down and puts the /whole/ costume into perspective is very obvious. She covers her mouth with both hands and laughs in a fashion that looks /really/ strange in combination with the blue paint and the kilt and stuff, or would, if the watcher got the cultural reference. Here we see the Ferocious Celt Warrior giggling like a madwoman. "Sorry. I get it. That's /awesome./ Me? Yeah, well. I kinda... got isolated for a bit. We'll talk later."

Edwards glances back at Havaris and his sloshy bucket, "No thanks. I'm trying to cut back on my Founder consumption."

Tyler remains quietly sitting next to Park, continuing to watch. She smooths down a pleat in her skirt and adjusts Toto in his basket idly.

K'net-mauri chuckles to Bellis, all good humour. He replies, "Silly is relative. But I am sometimes just audacious enough to be truely silly." He shakes his head, "And I could not say. This Cardassian," he gestures vaguely at Havaris, "Is an impressive effort."

Dakin pokes his head into the holosuite, semi-nervously. Sure it's been the umpteenth time in the holosuite he's been here dressed as he is, but the first time with actual PEOPLE. He finally shrugs and make his way on in.

Casya looks down at the bucket with a rather queasy expression. "That's... disgusting..."

Blair quirks a faint smile, turning to lean back on the bar and looking around...at which point he spots Havaris' costume, which he eyes for all of five seconds before he begins snickering like mad.

Rancion begins to meander around thru the crowd smiling. Catching sight of some of the costumes at times the grin broadens just a little bit.

McNeill sighs, leaning on the bar. She turns round to the bar and to Tahlandi and Blair, "I think we need drinks, anyone?"

Poole steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Poole has arrived.

Edwards reaches out to pat Casya on the shoulder at that, "That's my girl."

Tahlandi smirks. "I know I do. But I've gotta run here in a second. I can only get away for so long before work calls again."

Dakin mingles into the crowd a little and notices Havaris. "The words. Do not. Exist," he says to himself before continuing his aimless path.

Casya looks over at Edwards with an upraised eyebrow and a surprised little smile quirking her lips upwards. "Oh really? Have you decided you can handle having /two/ Orion women in your harem, after all, Michael?" she teases.

Havaris lowers his bucket, eyeing the contents for a moment before nodding his agreement to Casya. "Oh, I don't know. He promised me conquest and power beyond my wildest imaginings, so I figured -- hey! -- can't go wrong with that! Still. I can't help but think I've missed something." Havaris scratches at his neck -- at his collar really -- before offering a lizardoid grin and slipping away. He then stalks up towards Stewart and Medes. "Hey. Anyone seen that Havaris character? He killed like... several dozen of my closest genetic relatives." Dakin's words earn a glance and a chuckle. "Greetings from the Gamma Quadrant!"

Duncan's gaunt form glides about the room surrounded by the ever present fog that seems to gather at his feet and follow him whenever and wherever he moves.

Stewart nods to Medes with a gleeful grin, "Exactly. I'm not sure if you caught the whole reference for why, but I've got a good reason for all of this." He then adds, "And yeah, you know where to reach me if you need me. So you've been okay, then? Everything working out?"

Bellis gives the "Cardassian" another look and says, "Yes, it is rather. . .telling. Well, I don't think I could decide anyway. It is obvious a lot of thought was put into the costumes. I shall have to see which I can identify later and perhaps decide if they were chosen rightly." She grins at K'Net and says, "I rather enjoy just watching people. Not that anyone could tell as much time as I spend doing it in between my duties."

Poole: Gwendolyn Poole has honey-golden blonde hair down to her shoulder blades, today bound behind her head in a loose clasp. Most would agree that her facial features are beautiful, others would say she's merely cute. She has a small nose with an extremely light scattering of freckles, emotionally charged brown eyes sitting to either side of said nose. Smooth, youthful skin covers lean muscles: it's obvious she takes good care of herself. She has an aura about her, a powerful presence, that sometimes makes her seem larger than life, though in reality she is less than five feet tall. A perfect and quite contagious smile lends even more to her personality.

Oh. My. Word. Poole in pink. Tonight, Gwen is in costume, a something risque that's a throwback to twentieth century Earth. Her hair is loose and she's wearing a pink headband, complete with bunny ears. Around her neck is a thin pink ribbon. Tonight she is wearing something that on any other night might be considered underwear: a pink playboy bunny costume, satiny and light pink with matching fur along the top edges, helping to conceal her breasts a bit. A nice touch, there's a fuzzy cotton 'bunny' tail on her butt. Her legs are clad in tight hot pink stockings and she's wearing hot pink heels as well. In her ears are some simple diamond studs, nice and sparkly. Her lips are colored hot pink as well.

Rancion comes up to the bar and lays the violin case on it, a hollow like thump follows the case touching the bar top, and in a very very cheesy 20's gangsters voice "I'd like some of da hooch."

Edwards withdraws his hand from Casya swiftly. "That's not what I meant!" he protests, perhaps a little too adamantly, "Er. And it's not a question of being able to handle it, thank you."

Blair looks down the bar for a moment, eyeing Rancion, then looks back at McNeill. "I do believe he's got me beat," he says simply, with a small smile.

K'net-mauri nods to Bellis, "Quite so. It is telling. And impolitic. I wonder what Dosa would say." He chuckles, "And I too enjoy watching the people here. They are so variable." A pause, "Tell me, how will you know if the costume was chosen rightly? And would you like a drink, or whatever it is these people offer with their merriment?"

Dakin smiles and nods to Havaris... yes, THAT sort of smile-and-nod... and meanders over towards the bar.

There was about to be an answer to Stewart, really there was. It's just that all of a sudden Medes is being confronted with one of the strangest things she's ever seen in her life, if her expression is any way to judge. Her eyes go wide, her jaw drops, and finally she splutters, "No... no... I don't think I've seen Havaris Kusto anywhere." It's tough to tell if she's frightened-yet-amused or deeply disturbed.

McNeill shrugs at Blair, "Nonsense, so Evan what do you want to drink?"

Blair blinks for a moment and turns around to lean on it again, facing away, and he looks over at McNeill with a slight shrug. "I'll take whatever you do; I'm done with my shifts for the day, anyway," he says with a small smile. One hand waves slightly towards Dakin as he approaches.

Poole slips into the holodeck, a smile on her face as she looks at all the costumed people. "Wow.... Nice party." She saunters on in, heels clicking on the holodeck created floor.

McNeill smiles and places her order, "Two glasses of your finest 21 year old malt Bushmills." She turns to Blair and smiles, "The finiest Irish whiskey ever made." She waits and when the glasses arrive she passes one to Blair and lifts her glass with a smile.

Bellis shakes her head and says, "No, thank you to the drink. I'm quite fine. But, we can certainly head over to the bar if you are so inclined?" Her gaze wanders briefly and then she turns back to K'net. "Well, the people I know, granted few of them, I will be able to tell easily enough. The ones I don't know, well, I will simply make a note of their costume and then later once I have made their aquaintence I shall know if it was the right one or not." Her lips tug up into a grin, deep enough to show her dimples. "Of course, the ones I never get to know I'll never have an answer for. A pity."

Tahlandi laughs softly. "I'm going to get out of here before I get jealous. I'll have to join you for a drink later."

Laco displays his frill at Poole.

Dakin nods to Blair and McNeill and says to the bar keep, "Bottle of Red Stripe, when you get the chance.

McNeill smiles at Tahlandi, "Sure, we'll be here I imagine, nice to meet you."

Tahlandi chuckles and waves. "You too." And then turns to Blair. "Take care, hon," she pats him on the shoulder as she stands and makes her way across the floor. On the way, she makes a point to pass by Casya and give her a pat on the shoulder as well. "Nice costume," she winks. "I like it."

Casya's amber eyes twinkle with amusement as she grins up at Edwards. "If you say so..." she answers, winking and moving away from the cluster of people surrounding him. She moves aimlessly through the crowd, attempting to mingle without putting anyone's eye out via a misplaced wing-tip.

Rancion flips the latches on the violin case open...loh and behold what appears to be a Tommy Gun is in there, reaching out with his left hand he requests an empty glass, while his right pulls out the Tommy gun. With a smirk Josh aims the gun at the empty glass and pulls the trigger, a brown liquid, that smells very much like whiskey comes shooting out of the barel to fill the glass. "Take that you dirty rat."

K'net-mauri shakes his head to Bellis, "I do not want a drink. I try to avoid it in public. There's the remote chance that I might actually get drunk. And that might make me behave badly. I could, perhaps, turn into my father and start talking about algae in a droning monotonous voice, for hours at a time. I would not wish to inflict that on anyone, even those who hate me." His tone is amused and he smiles as he speaks. "You must tell me your conclusions."

Blair accepts the glass, though an odd, unreadable expression crosses his face at the word 'whiskey' which shortly fades to a smile. "See you about, Kara," he murmurs as she goes by, and for a moment he seems to be searching the crowd for someone, finally ending up with a shrug and shifting in his chair, just...holding the whiskey in one hand. He turns slightly towards Dakin, raising both eyebrows curiously. "So, sir, what'd you come as?" he asks, a small smile at the edge of his lips.

Duncan steps up to the bar and makes a quiet request of the attendant, is given a jeweled goblet filled with a fluid the color of arterial blood. Pushing back his hood reveals a human skull that is seeming to float above the neck and shoulders of his robes. He takes a long drink from the goblet and the fluid can be seen flowing down from the skull into the dark recesses of the robes, yet without seeming to touch or splash out onto the robes themselves.

McNeill giggles at Rancion's antics, she takes her glass of whiskey and takes a sip, she seems to roll it around her mouth, her eyebrows rise and she swallows. She takes a deep breath in and smiles to herself, lifting the glass up to swirl the amber nectar around and inspect it in the light. She takes another sip and sighs satisfiedly.

Bellis tilts her head back and laughs at K'net's words. "Algae? Tell me, do you know enough of algae to drone on for hours? Another layer of your hidden depths of character exposed. And, I had an uncle who collected rocks and stones. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn't some sort of desire to get away from his stones that caused my aunt to take ill." Her head shakes and she chuckles at her words. "As for my conclusions. I would be most happy to discuss them with you. You might even have alternate suggestions. I look forward to it."

Dakin blinks and looks down at himself as the mini-jug of Jamaican beer is handed to him. Looking back up to Blair, "Oh, this is just my gear for when I perform in my personal holoprogram. I was short on costume ideas."

Casya smiles brightly at Tahlandi. "Thank you... Yours is nice, also." She pauses, looking thoughtfully at Tahlandi's outfit. "In fact, I think I once had something similar..."

Rancion lifting the Tommy Gun so the barrel is pointed up in the air, he dakes a quick drink from his glass. and turns around catching a glimpse of Dakin.

Tyler spots Poole through the crowd and smiles at her. It's so crowded that Gwen may not notice, but Wendy-Dorothy keeps her place at her chair beside Aaron.

Edwards wanders on over toward Duncan as he has his 'arterial blood' and comments nonchalantly, "That's not at all gross and disturbing."

Havaris has his bluster and moxy and similar words knocked out of him by Medes' reaction. His shoulders droop inside of the silver uniform of the Cardassian Empire. His lizardoid face, prosthetic as it is, doesn't quite convey his expression, but it's in his eyes somewhere, and certainly in his voice. "You don't like it." He absently sloshes the bucket back and forth a bit. "Maybe I'll go check in on Security in a bit. Relieve one of the Ensigns to enjoy the party."

Tahlandi smiles and winks at Casya. "I don't doubt it. Have a good evening." And with that, she heads off, and heads for the door.

Poole gives Laco a wink as she passes him by, "Looking sharp." Then she passes through different circles of people to head for the bar. And indeed, she does notice Tyler's gaze and smile, returning it with a smile of her own.

K'net-mauri grins at Bellis, "I probably do. I was raised on an oyster-farm. Though I am fairly certain that my father, in his talking about algae, would become redundant after the first hour or two. It's hard to recall the specifics of it. That was his most terrible punishment. One would writhe in the agony of it after a fairly short period." He nods then, "And I, too, look forward to it. Your assessments are often most refreshing."

Sidra leans forward after watching for a while and looks to Tyler and Park. "If the two of you would excuse me, I need a bit of time to change before I go back on duty."

the glowing red flames residing in the eye sockets of the skull turn to regard Edwards and that hollow voice can be heard to say. "I try."

Tyler smiles up to Sidra. "Sure thing. It was nice meeting you," she says to the Vulcan woman.

Blair laughs softly, nodding to Dakin. "On the bright side," he murmurs, "you didn't have to think of anything beforehand. I was scuttling about my quarters for fifteen or thirty minutes," he says, shaking his head slightly and making a face. That said, he takes a sip of the whiskey, swallows, and has a small, equally odd look cross his face, adding a soft grunt.

McNeill taking another sip of her whiskey, actually her second glass now, leans over to Blair, "You only took 15-30 minutes," She smiles teasingly, "How long do you think it took me?"

Tahlandi steps out of the holodeck.

Tahlandi has left.

Sidra offers a nod to Tyler, and then begins to make her way toward the door.

"Well. No. It's just. Very... very... good, Kusto," Medes replies, raising a hand to scratch at the back of her head, and sending a little of her blue paint fluttering off of one of her arms as she does so. "So it's... disturbing. That's all, a chushla. If... I came in a very convincing Borg costume, I think you'd... maybe... react the same way?" She's trying to be reassuring, really she is.

Tyler watches the Wicked Witch of Vulcan move off. She smiles to herself.

Blair gives McNeill a sidelong look. "Did you already have your idea in mind?" he asks mildly, raising one eyebrow a bit skeptically. "I completely forgot anything was happening until someone reminded me while I was leaving Engineering. It was kind of sad, really, in that respect -- I went tearing back up to my quarters," he laughs softly, and takes another -- erk -- sip of the whiskey.

Casya wanders in the general direction of the bar, seeking an empty stool with enough clearance to accomodate her wings, smiling and nodding genially to people as she goes.

McNeill shrugs, and gives a little smile, "Evan you're evading my question," she looks at him with a twinkle in her eyes over the rim of her glass as she takes another sip.

Bellis tilts her head to the side and grins in return to K'net. "Well, my uncle never did it as punishment. He just did it. All the time. Still, he was a good man. If a bit odd." She looks around the room again and says, "It should be a most interesting project. Especially knowing I will have someone to share it with. Discovering things is hardly as exciting when one simply records it for themselves and no one else." Another glance at the different costumes. "Definately looking forward to it," she says under her breath with another bright smile. Then, after another look at this person or that she turns her attention back fully to K'net. "Well, I know it was I who suggested we come here, but I'm beginning to grow somewhat tired and think I might turn in for the evening. Do not feel you have to leave with me though, perhaps someone will speak with you without a Prylar around to spoil the fun." The cheerful wink she gives the Romulan Ambassador is hidden from view by the way she turns to face him.

Dakin smiles at the exchange between McNeill and Blair and turns, just as Casya arrives. "Ah, 'evening, Casya."

Sidra steps out of the holodeck.

Sidra has left.

Blair makes a face at McNeill in return. "I refuse to guess. My mother showed me a long time ago that I've not the ability to get it ri--hullo, Casya," he says, not quite turning in the Orion girl's direction, instead remaining facing McNeill. "Um...hullo," he adds to Poole, a bit unsurely with a small squint, as recognition appears not to have kicked in yet.

Rancion slips the Tommy Gun back into the violin case and flips the latches shut. With drink in hand he meanders around the room. Carefully Josh slips thru the crowd looking at costumes and taking an occasional sip from his glass.

McNeill shrugs and shimmies herself onto a stool beside her, after another sip of her drink she giggles, "Evan, your mother sounds like she has taught you well."

Edwards decides to take to watching the people that are mingling quietly, apparently not having much to contribute himself for the time being.

Poole is still walking, with that sexy little walk, towards the bar, but stops when she's addressed by Blair. She smiles at him and asks, folding her arms across her chest. "Aye, Evan?"

Duncan leans his scythe against the bar and pulls the hood back up over his skull so that all is visible are the glowing flames that are where eyes should be. Those eyes cast about and their gaze falls on Casya as she approaches the bar. He reaches over and pats a stool next to him inviting her to have a seat.

"Oh." Havaris reaches up to scratch a thumb under his eye, but finds a layer of costume latex between his thumbnail and his face. Muttering, he peels the mask off from under his chin, revealing his usual Bajoran features and a head of profoundly messed up hair. Such is the way when you're wearing a mask on your head. He ruffles his gloved hands through it, combing it back before dropping the mask into the bucket. Sploop. "I suppose I didn't really think this through all that well. Figured it might lift morale a bit. He bites off his gloves one finger at a time, dropping them into the bucket muck before unzipping his costume front.

Blair grins at McNeill, slipping onto one of the bar stools himself and going for the last sip of whiskey. "She's a wise woman when it comes to that sort of thing. Fortunately, I knew better than to ask my dad." His name, however, is said in mid-sip, resulting in a decently loud *splutter*, which ends up aimed away from all nearby parties. Evan's eyes are wide as saucers, however, as he manages a half-strangled, "-Gwen?-"

Edwards doesn't even glance toward Duncan as he states, "Don't stare. Your eyes will fall out."

Casya smiles at Dakin as he greets her. "Hello! I understand that I missed your wedding. Congratulations!" She offers a teasing wink, "Even if it does mean there's one less good man available..." A flash of pink catches her eye, and she glances sideways and grins broadly. "Pink suits you, Gwen."

Semok steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Semok has arrived.

K'net-mauri replies to Bellis, "I understand. He was just being perculiar. My father did that, as well. Much of the time. He was quite old at the time of my birth and had perhaps gone a bit daft." He looks around as well, smiles with evident pleasure at the scene. The Prylar's next words make him chuckle, "I am quite sure you do not spoil the fun. It is odd that people should be so inhibited around you, if your position is one that is meant to inspire trust. That, too, might be worth discussing." He pauses, then adds to her, "Perhaps I shall accompany you to your door, if you like? This is may soon prove a little to much for me. I should hate to collapse into an undignified and uncontrollable laughing jag here. It would not look well." His eyes are lively, laughing.

Duncan's hood turns back to Edwards and the hollow voice issues forth. "Havent been to Risa lately have you? Thats pretty normal costuming for some of the parties there."

Enter Semok the...vampire? The Vulcan steps inside the holodeck with a PADD in hand and begins to quietly observe the proceedings from a distance while tapping at his PADD.

Edwards does look at Duncan now as he explains, "I'm married. That means I no longer look at naked women."

Dakin smiles and is about to thank Casya for her well wishes, before blinking at the words "pink" and "Gwen" in the same sentence. He turns around, and looks at Poole like a monkey looking at a math problem. "Nice outfit," is all the Bajoran can manage to choke out.

And for the second time today, Medes looks ready to slink off with her tail between her legs, figuratively speaking, since, of course, she's got no actual /tail./ And here she's shifting her bare feet back and forth. "It's... well-done. I'm... sorry? Hey, lookat Gwen, in the name of all that is warp drives and socket wrenches, /damn./" Look, distraction!

"So you remember me?" Poole answers in her british accented Federation standard, smirking at the engineer. Sparing a look over to Casya, she says, "Thanks...... wow... you're quite a dish in that ensemble, Casya... Have you found your starfleet man yet?" She grins over at Dakin, purring her response, "Thanks..."

Bellis laughs in return and tells K'net in reply to his last statement, "Oh! Well, if there is a chance of -that- happening. . .but, I suppose if it did I should have plenty of people willing to tell me of it. And," she adds conversationally as her attention turns to the exit, "I think it is a cultural thing. Also, I am still relatively unknown on the station. It is an odd situation to find myself in. And, if I should be pleased to accept the offer of an escort. It will mean I will make it back one more time without getting lost." She pauses, grins, and says, "Because, well, I would be moritfied to have someone else think I cannot find my way back to my quarters."

Gellan steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Gellan has arrived.

Semok-ula stands near the door to the holodeck and continues tapping at his PADD, occasionally stopping to watch an interaction. As Gellan enters, he turns his head and nods to her with a slightly raised brow at her choice of costume. "Counselor," he greets.

McNeill finishes her third glass of whiskey and starts to look a little pale, she pushes the glass away on the bar and slowly shakes her head to herself, she slips off the barstool and almost slips onto her rear end, she saves herself, but not her dignity, by clutching onto the bar.

K'net-mauri grins at Bellis, "They might have to drag me out of here if it did. Who knows if I would be able to stop by myself, or when?" He offers her an arm again and nods, "It is an odd situation we all find ourselves in. Possibly that is the standard condition for a sapient being." He chuckles, nods, "And I think I can probably prevent you getting lost. Just barely."

Casya offers a smile to Duncan as she takes a seat on the proffered stool, then does a doubletake. "Wow. That's... uh, quite a costume, there..." she comments, not quite certain what else to say. She offers Gwen a distracted smile, shaking her head. "Er, no... no, not yet..."

Blair blinks a few times and attempts to regain his composure, setting his empty glass back on the bartop. "Right," he says dryly back at Poole, his own voice touched with hints of the same accent, "and I should forget you after days and weeks half-trapped in a cave with you? You wound me, madam. I just..." He gestures vaguely. "-- As if -that- makes you easy to recognize!" McNeill catches his attention and he shifts position, halfway to catching her before she catches herself. "Uhm. Ciara, d'you need a hand...oh...moving around, or anything?" he asks faintly, peering at her.

Duncan's hood rotates about to bring his gaze to bear on McNiell then turns back to Edwards.

Duncan whispers to Edwards, " First casualty I think."

Dakin smiles and silently thanks the Prophets he's happily married. Chick-magnet days are O-vah! Relief! Aloud, he says, "Call 'em like I see 'em, Gwen."

Gellan nods to Semok upon entering, smiling at the greeting. "Counselor," she returns softly and glances around at the crowd. "Goodness. Quite the party."

Bellis links her arm through K'net's companionable and turns to the exit. "Well, then, I shall make you escort me around more often. I shall appear much wiser when I am not always asking for directions. Her pace as she moves to the door is slow; her eyes taking everything in one last time before she leaves.

"It's fine, Alethea. I should go relieve the Ensigns, regardless. They could use the time off, and it's their holiday, not mine." Havaris offers Medes a faint smile at that, blinking rather much at the attempt at distraction. He turns about, catching a nice facefull of Poole's furry tush. He tries not blush. He fails. Which is why he turns back to Medes and clears his throat politely. "Yes. That is Gwen."

Semok nods once in confirmation to Gellan. "Indeed. I have never quite understood the desire to adorn oneself to appear as something entirely different and socialize with each other. I understand the theory, naturally, but the practice is somewhat intriguing. What research I have done has provided me with this costume but very little enlightenment."

McNeill pulls herself to her feet, her hair awry, she blushes, "Umm, no. I'm alright....I think." She smiles wanly at Blair, she still holds onto the bar with both hands. She sighs and says, "I'll be fine when someone fixes the station's gravity."

Edwards glances toward McNeill after Duncan whispers to him. He frowns, but stays put, since it seems that she's already got help.

K'net-mauri chuckles, "Perhaps we can supply for you a very small and secret map," he tells Bellis, his perpetually slow pace matching hers as the mismatched pair make their way to the exit. "It would not do to have your wisdom called into question, even if the matter of where your quarters lie is hardly a profound one."

Bellis steps out of the holodeck.

Bellis has left.

K'net-mauri steps out of the holodeck.

K'net-mauri has left.

Semok: Semok looks over the area with a calm look on his face. His black hair is cut very short, and his pale face sports no facial hair. Pointed ears hint at a Vulcan heritage. His blue eyes look over each person they encounter carefully. The Vulcan appears to be in a very...interesting piece of garb this evening. He wears a white ruffled shirt from which a golden medallian hangs over. The rest of his clothing is mostly black. Black pants. Black overcoat. Black shoes. Black cape. The interior lining of the cape in question is a bright, shiny red. False (presumably) dried blood rolls down from the corner of his mouth. All in all, he makes a rather disturbing impression of Dracula.

Gellan: YaSharra's features are both a mixture of gentleness and complexity; full lips are often pulled into an easy smile, which highlights high cheekbones and a pert, uplifted nose. That gentle smile contrasts slightly with with her eyes, deep pools of ebony, framed by dusty brown eyelashes and brows. Wavy caramel tresses fall to shoulder length, framing the fair complexion of her skin. Standing at approximately 5'6", 'Sharra's form is lithe and athletic, yet feminine in her curves and well toned muscles. Her voice is often a light, husky alto, and can be both whispery soft in gentle councelling, or carry a firm edge when needed.

Sharra is dressed in a florescent pink bodysuit, with wild clashing colors interspersed without pattern throughout. Her hair has been dyed the same outlandish color. White face paint has been applied to her face, except for her nose which is bright red, and black eye shadow over her dark eyes. Yes. She is dressed as a clown. Laugh.

Blair eyes McNeill for a moment, then covers his eyes softly. "Good grief," he mutters, only half under his breath. "Come on, I'll give you a hand getting out, all right? No point making you work harder than you do on duty to get back home. All right?" He holds out his hand, though a shift in his stance as he stands shows he's bracing himself much more than one needs to hold hands.

"Not looking too bad yourself, Rann," Poole says, a hand going to her hip. "Like a rock and roller.... Do you play?" She takes a few steps towards him, not so sexily this time cause she's heard he's married.

"I guess... " Medes mumbles, and runs both of her hands through her hair. More fluttering of blue paint as it flakes and cracks a bit. "Well. Uhm. I'll... walk... with you? Maybe I'll come back in a bit. And. Well. Do you have to head straight there? Because, y'know, I don't think I've ever explained the best part about kilts to you... " With that, and what's meant to be another distracting grin, she turns to head out of the holodeck. "James, I'll be back, I promise," she calls over her shoulder.

McNeill blinks a few times and smiles faintly, "Thanks Evan," she murmurs, "I'm really sorry..." she holds onto Blair's arm and starts to take slow steps towards the exit, looking at the floor.

Gellan chuckles to Semok. "I never quite understood the custom myself..but it's fun, none the less." With that she walks further into the room toward the bar, neatly sidestepping out of McNeill's way at least.

Blair grins softly, giving McNeill's arm a nudge. "Don't worry about it, aye? Now, come on." He glances over his shoulder with a brief, "See you in a bit, Gwen, Lieutenant," and then the pair have vanished into the crowd.

Dakin scratches the back of his head. "Um, well, actually, this _is_ my gear for a nightclub program I frequent. I, um... do vocals..." he says sheepishly.

McNeill steps out of the holodeck.

McNeill has left.

Blair steps out of the holodeck.

Blair has left.

"Fun," Semok states flatly. With a mental shrug, he starts to enter the crowd. l

Tyler looks over Park and gives him a gentle smile.

Poole nods, both to Blair and Dakin. "Rann... you should play..." she urges, smiling in her most becoming way. "This place needs some rock and ROLL."

Laco displays his frill at Semok, "Roar, Mister Semok."

Dakin's eyes widen. "WHoa, whoa... nobody aside from Morgan's had to hear me sing yet. I think I'd like to keep it that way..."

"Yes. You could do that. Walk with me. I didn't mean to be..." Havaris goes searching for a word. "Off-putting. Hindsight is... better... than. No. Foresight is. Oh. It's your turn of phrase, you know what I mean." Havaris frowns faintly, falling into pace beside Medes. "Kilts? That is a kilt...? They have a best part?" Kusto leans back and forth a bit, trying to find a part that is, in fact, best. "I admit to my curiosity." Switching which hands hold his bucket, he snatches Alethea's hand and makes for the door.

Park leans over and whispers into Tyler's ear. "Maybe we should mingle a little."

Tyler shrugs up her shoulders. Tyler whispers to Park, "I dunno. I'm not much of a mingler. But go have fun."

Semok glances at Laco and inclines his head. "And good evening to you as well, Mister Laco."

Laco replies with another roar.

"Lucky girl," Poole says wistfully, "Course I am too.... Where /is/ Nevaren?"

Park squeezes Tyler's hand.

Park whispers to Tyler, "Come with me. If it gets to be too much, we'll sit back down."

Medes leads Kusto toward the door through the crowd after nodding her confirmation that yes, this is a kilt, one arm up in front of her chest to make sure her sash doesn't come loose. At one point in the crowd, she pauses, leans over, and then Medes whispers to Havaris, "The best part about them is that there's not an underneath to them. Traditionally speaking." That said, she cackles quietly to herself and leads on.

Casya turns to the bar and requests a Saurian brandy, looking toward the roaring creature with an upraised eyebrow as she waits for her drink.

Duncan's hood turns back to Casya and that hollow almost eerie voice issues forth. "Thank you, I designed it myself, its one of the Terran mythological figures associated with death."

Tyler nods to Park and stands up. "Okay," she says.

Medes steps out of the holodeck.

Medes has left.

Havaris blushes right to the ears. Again. And departs. (New BB message (1/34) posted to 'General Discussion' by Spect: Anywhere I Roam)

Havaris steps out of the holodeck.

Havaris has left.

Park maintains a grip on Tyler's hand and they move out into the crowd.

Rancion tries to take another sip of his drink and finds the glass empty, shaking his head he lifts the violin case and puts it on a chair and flips open the latches. Pulling out the Tommy Gun he aims it again at the glass and refills it with whiskey..

Dakin shakes his head and looks around the room. "Don't know, haven't seen him."

Semok blinks at Lacos display then moves along the crowd. Encountering Dakin, he speaks up. "Lieutenant Dakin. My congratulations on your recent bonding."

Casya's brow furrows as she swivels around toward Duncan, brandy in hand. "Why in the name of the cosmos would you want to go to a party dressed as death?" she asks in confusion.

Poole pats Dakin good-naturedly on the shoulder, then steps up to the bar, "Let's see..... what this place needs is some music... a song."

Tyler follows behind Park, wherever he leads her. She follows the Silver Painted Park.

Duncan's response issues forth. "Its traditional for this particular festival. Death, dangerous people and creatures and mock fear are all associated with it."

Dakin blinks and smiles. "You don't give up, do you, Lieutenant?"

"What is this giving up of which you speak?" Poole asks with a grin, "But what shall the song be?... I'll give a go singing."

Casya's gaze slips aside to land on Poole once again. "Then... Gwen and I are not exactly attired properly?" she asks. "I guess I misunderstood. Or someone explained it to me wrong..."

Park moves into the swirl of people and moves over toward Gellan.

Dakin smiles. "You do one, I'll import my band and do one."

Duncan's hood chakes back and forth gently. "No, any costume is appropriate, the others are merely traditional."

Edwards chimes in with his own opinion, "And he's morbid."

Gellan is trying half-heartedly to make it to the bar. That is, when she isn't going bug-eyed at one costume or another, including the roaring Laco. She does spy Park and Tyler nearby and waves, her own smile adding to the one painted on.

Rancion slips around the room and looks at Duncan and Casya, "Nice costumes." he holds out the Tommy Gun "Care for a shot?" to further clarify his meaning he shows them the glass in his left hand.

Stewart steps out of the holodeck.

Stewart has left.

"I was hoping that I'd catch you here.", Park says as he approaches.

Tyler offers Gellan a shy smile. "Hi," she says, then slips back into quietude and stands there, holding her picnic basket and Park's hands. She keeps looking around at all the costumes.

"I prefer my costumes to be sexy... Sorry Agent Duncan," Poole says rather loudly, wearing a smile. "And that's a deal, Dakin... A song for Halloween? Or just a song in general?"

Duncan's skeletal hand holds out the empty goblet to Rancion and that ever present hollow voice responds. "if you please."

Dakin blinks from his conversation from Tyler and looks over to Semok, "Oh, sorry, thanks. Kind of loud in here..." He smiles slyly. "And about to get a whole lot louder." To Poole, "Whichever, mine's not going to be Halloween specific."

Casya smiles at Rancion's compliment, but shakes her head at his offer. "Thanks, but I've already got a full glass..." she answers, raising her saurian brandy to her lips.

Duncan's hood turns to face Poole, and the hollow voice announces "And you carry it quite well, I must say."

Rancion lowers the Tommy Gun and pulls the trigger filling Duncans glass with whiskey. lifting the gun he nods to Casya and takes a gernerous drink from his "How about you Lt. Commander?" he asks as he turns to Edwards.

Gellan flashes a quick smile at both Park and Tyler. "Hi Wendy, Aaron." She can't resist a soft chuckle. "I like the costumes." Peering hard at the axe in Park's hand, she adds, "I hope that's a toy.."

Edwards holds up a hand, palm out, "No, thank you, Mr. Rancion."

Park smiles at Gellan. "Foam", he says as he bounces it off a chair. "I'm too lazy to carry the real thing." He motions to the costume, "I love the nose."

Rancion says, "ok sir. "he says with a grin, "Great party, I have to admit."

Blair steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Blair has arrived.

Gellan wrinkles her nose. "It itches."

Poole winks at Duncan, "Thanks... Mr. Death." She hops up on the bar, legs dangling. "I don't know anything exactly appropriate for Halloween...."

Duncan's glowing eyes glance down at the goblet and it's contents turn a bright oxygenated hemoglobin red.

Park chuckles, "This thing isn't exactly comfortable, either. I'm starting to regret not picking the lion costume."

Blair slips back in the holodeck entrance, alone this time, walking quietly back towards the bar, though when he spots Poole sitting on it he sort of veers to stand several seats away, discreetly scooting around the crowd.

"He wouldn't go as Toto," Tyler says to Gellan, barely able to be heard over the din of the crowd.

From the hood that eerie voice says. "Thank you, Mr. Rancion."

"Lion?" Gellan shakes her head. "Somehow I can't picture you as a Lion. Teddy bear maybe." She glances past him to Tyler and grins. "I don't think he'd quite fit in the basket."

Rancion drops into the gangster accent "Ya is welcome Mr. D"

Casya sips her brandy and watches the crowd for a bit longer, then sets down her glass and slips down from the stool, excusing herself with a smile and beginning to wend her way toward the door.

Dakin nods in thanks to Semok, then says to Poole, "Hey, mine's not going to be specific to the holiday."

"I don't recall a teddy bear being in the movie.", Park says with a laugh. "But maybe I'll go for something a little softer next year."

Semok continues to circle about the room until he finds another isolated spot and brings his PADD back out, making notes.

Rancion slips into the crowd again the barrel of the Tommy Gun making it easy to track the short man, as he heads over to the bar. with a seeming nonchalance he comes up to the bar and smiles broadly up at Poole, "Nice outfit Doll face", the @0's gangster accent is extremely cheesy.

Casya steps out of the holodeck.

Casya has left.

Gellan smiles, nodding. "Maybe I'll come for a visit to see, then." She spares a glance about the room. "Quite the crowd. I wasn't expecting to find so many here."

Duncan's hood turns to Edwards. the hollow voice notes. "I hate when she goes, but I love to watch her leave." after watching Casya make for the exit.

Poole smiles and nods to Dakin, "Alright, I think I know what I want to do..." She giggles at Rancion's accent, and replies, doing her best to drop her accent and sound like an American. "Thanks Mista Rancion."

Park nods as he looks around, "I think this is just what everyone needed."

Edwards makes a face at Duncan's comment, but doesn't disagree.

Blair begins walking quietly along the bar, looking around and peering at the crowd, and he quite nearly bumps into Rancion, taking a step or two back startledly. "Whoa," he says, raising both hands. "Sorry 'bout that."

Tyler remains quiet, just looking around at the spectacle.

Gellan says, "I think you're right." She turns and steps back, eyeing the crowd a bit more. "I think I'm just going to mingle over there near the back, out of the way." She's never been a great one for crowds. "For as long as I can stand it anyway."

Park nods at Gellan, "OK. I'd like to talk before you go, though, if you have the time."

Rancion turns around and smiles at Blari "no worries" offering the Tommy gun "Care for a shot?"

Blair eyes the tommy gun for a moment, then notes a bit dryly, "Being shot once this month was enough, thank you," a wry smile crossing his features. "At this rate I'll have made the rounds of all the doctors before the year's out. Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" he asks, the last question directed to Poole and Dakin as well.

Dakin smiles to Blair, nodding to Poole. "We were just talking entertainment."

Forgoing an answer to Blair, Poole starts to sing, low at first and then building, giving Rancion a wink as she does so. "In the toooowwnn where I was boooorn.... lived a man... who sailed to seeaaa... and he told us of his life.... in the land of submarines.... so we saaaiiled up to the sun... Till we fooounnd the sea of green.... And we lived beneath the waves... In our yeeeellloow submarine."

Gellan nods. "Well, not tonight of course." She flashes him a smile. "I'll be around the office. Have things to wrap up before I go."

Blair takes this as his clue to duck out, tossing Poole a grin over his shoulder and briefly mouthing "Back in a few", looking and scouting through the crowd with a look of slight confusion and a frown as he goes.

"I'll catch up to you later, then.", Park says as he and Tyler move off into the crowd.

Gellan moves to the back to blend into the crowd.

Edwards wanders on over to Dakin, so he can reach out and prod the security officer, in order to get his attention.

Blair steps out of the holodeck.

Blair has left.

Dakin smiles to Poole, then blinks as Edwards gets his attention. "'Evening, Michael, what's up?"

Edwards lowers his voice, so as to not detract from Poole's singing, "I just wanted to say congratulations on getting married. Didn't get a chance to at the time."

Dakin smiles and nods. "Thanks, I appreciate it. And I'm sure Morgan would as well. Having a good time thus far?"

Park whispers to Tyler, "You wanna get out of here?"

Edwards remarks, "You know it." He glances toward Poole briefly, "I can't believe that's her."

Dakin shakes his head. "No kidding. Didn't think you'd get to see two of the crew singing tonight, did you?"

A wink to Duncan as he sings the chorus. "And our friends are all on board... Many more of them live next door... And the band begins to play...." Poole sings with a bit more emotion this time, looking amongst those gathered at the bar, but particularly Duncan and Rancion...

Edwards mutters, "I'm just glad it's not me this time."

Rancionsing ins a soft baritone "We All live in a yellow submarine yellow submarine yellow submarine, We All live in a yellow submarine yellow submarine yellow submarine."

Duncan at hearing Poole's rendition, brings his hollow voice in on the chorus. "Weee all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine... Wee all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine....

Dakin nods. "No, you're safe tonight. I, however..." He trails off.

Semok has left.

Gellan silently sneaks out during the singing.

Gellan steps out of the holodeck.

Gellan has left.

Tyler nods to Park. She gives him a smile. Tyler whispers to Park, "Sure."

Tapping a rhythm on the bar as the chorus chimes in, Poole smiles brightly, apparently having a ball. "As we liiiive a life of ease..... every one of us..."

Park squeezes Tyler's hand and they begin to walk toward the door.

Park steps out of the holodeck.

Park has left.