Bobbing for Apples

 Episode Name:  Bobbing for Apples

   Written By:  Eidolon

         Cast:  Albertz, Anderson, Dhar Dovoro, Donavon, Eidolon, 
                Foster, Gellan, Harris, Jovanna, Krylow, Lace, 
                Lopez, Nabrun, Prochazka, Robert Harris, Rome, 
                Shamash, Taimol, Takamura, Torin, Tshaya and 
                Valentine.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Eidolon

     Aired On:  Wed Nov 03 23:16:45 2004

     Stardate:  54508.3

Time: Sun Oct 31 18:12:56 2004

Stardate: 54500.6

It's Halloween on 419-Upsilon again! Even the lights in the Warp Core are masked, green and orange cels coloring the light filtering through them. Spiderwebs and goofy jack-o-lanterns, black and orange crepe paper and grinning ghosts abound, and great bowls of candy sit on every table. Cider warm and cold, as well as donuts and caramel apples are FREE for the taking, trays of goodies hiding the countertops. Evil sounds and Halloween songs quietly fill the air, and there's even a large tub of water with apples bobbing inside, for a classic All Saints' Eve game.

Taimol peeks through the doors, frowning a bit before he steps fully through the doors -- blushing furiously. Undoubtedly, it's caused by his costume.

. o O Taimol thinks "I will never let Khitra choose my costume again."

Unbeknown to most anyone on the Station, this feline's identity surely is meant to remain a secret. Face covered with a mask of feathers, the velvet female judging by the shape and form enters the Warp Core at a stalking prowl straight to a bowl of candy. Fingers dig in to tug out a bright red ball of cinnamon goodness.

Grinning madly, Tish stands behind the counter looking rather satisfied at her staff's work preparing the place. Ah, the guests arrive! "Welcome, friends! Enjoy, partake, have fun- that's the name of the game." A quick upward gesture of her hand, and bright green glitter sprays in a streak to settle slowly to the floor.

Torin ducks his way in doing his best to look imperiously and arabian! He semi-struts as he wanders along curiously peering here and there ducking under some spiderweebs with his floofy red hat with feather sticking out. He peers about here and there curiously, offering a wave at Tshaya, "Greetings!"

***Unidentified Jovanna Halloween Costume***

Glistening raven tresses are curled about the tender and alluring face. Costumed velvet ears of ebony, tipped with a diamond, peak out from over the curls. Behind an elaborately and delicately made feathered mask of black and emerald lie two eyes of lush green. Lips, rubies that twinkle beneath light, are rouged and shimmering. About the slender neck, powered and perfumed to entice, is a diamond velvet choker which bears a tiny double J jeweler's trademark.

Indeed this curvy and ample woman creates the image of a prowling cat. Every bit of black velvet clings to her body, leaving only a deep line of cleavage below the neck. Intricately weaved into the velvet are bits of darker black fur, deepening and richening the costume's hue. Reaching past her built yet feminine legs blends to velvet stilettos. Dainty and teasingly placed at the small of her back is a long velvet cord for the tail.

One may have sworn this costume was featured in a prominent fashion line - BAJ.
***End Unidentified Jovanna Halloween Costume***

Eidolon goes home.

Eidolon has left.

Rome steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Rome has arrived.

Candy in mouth, the party is about started for the Black Cat. She sucks and rolls the piece around while green eyes look through the slits in her mask. Small crowd, she judges with a shrug to her shoulders just before peering about for drinks.

*** Tish Costume ***

Of average height and medium build, this young human woman would probably blend easily into a crowd, if it weren't for the hair. Soft ringlets of strawberry blonde tumble merrily over her dusky shoulders. Sparkling eyes like green peridot are surrounded by laugh lines, and her frequent smile reveals dimples in both cheeks. Her lips are full and dark, allowing a flash of perfect teeth when they part.

If you've ever wanted to call Tish a witch, now's your chance. She's wearing a sparkly black dress with overly full sleeves, a wide belt of the same color cinching it at the waist. The hem ends in jagged trails just above her knees. Orange-and-green horizontally striped hose clings to her legs, dipping down into the shiny, buckled, black high-heeled shoes on her feet. Her hair sticks out in all directions, glittery with green frost, and a jaunty black pointed hat sits firmly on her head.

*** Tish Costume ***

Taimol snags a cup of cider before taking refuge near the stage, still blushing like a madman.

Shamash steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Shamash has arrived.

Tshaya returns Torin's wave, giving him a grin. "Well, now, don't be shy. Get in here and dance, boy!" Bright eyes twinkle merrily in the Vedek's direction. "Oh great warrior, I think I may just swoon." A curious look follows the unknown kittycat.

Rome strolls through the entrance and peers about, taking in the lay of the land and the interestingly attired patrons.

*** Torin Desc ***

A lightly built young man, dark brown eyes, his face is sharped perhaps slightly weasly. His eyes might seem slightly distracted as if thinking of something else. His complexion is a dark brown obviously of some Middle Eastern or Indian descent. His body build is fairly large but not muscled, not obese he's trim obviously keeps in shape, but obviously more just from work than any actual training.

His trappings today are more fit for a sultan than a cadet. A silken red robe adorns him, cut similarly to viziers of old a very formal looking thing except for the hood that can be pulled up over one's face which he wears with an air of superiority. Identifying marks along the hem carry the trim of Arabic calligraphy His pants under the robe are a billowing black loose material tucked into pointed black boots. Around his waist is a belt made to look like gold and what appears to be a variety of gems encrusted on it. Tucked into it is a fax arabic sword. Topping it all off is a red floofy hat with a peacock feather sticking out.
***End Torin Desc***

Albertz steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Albertz has arrived.

Torin blinks at that and jumps a bit he eyes the witch warily it seems, "Dance?" He seems a bit worried, but shrugs and takes himself off to find drinks surveying the group a faint smile at those he passes.

Taimol looks up at Tshaya, offering an embarassed grin. "It wasn't my idea of a costume," he murmurs.

Questionable feathered brows rise towards the blushing 'warrior' by the stage. Tiny chuckles erupt from the masked feline whose hand covers her mouth. Mustn't spit out the candy fireball by accident. She reaches over to the main table to steal away a cup of cinnamon smelling cider.

Tshaya laughs. "Lost a bet, did you, Vedek?" she teases. "I'm /joking/, Cadet. Have fun. That's the only requirement here tonight."

"Something like that, yes," Edan murmurs, rubbing at his uncovered arms.

Torin ahs and nods relaxing a bit, "Ah good good, well when a witch gives orders, one does wonder." He offers a faint smile and pokes around a few of the goodies and hrmms, "Curious." He studies.

Rome wanders further inside and takes the opportunity to eyeball Ms. Kitty and her attention-grabbing costume. It makes him smile just a touch. Then he quietly wanders on over to the proprietress, Tshaya.

Shamash enters the Core with a artificially looking serious expression on his features. Comming to a halt just inside the core, he surveys the area, curious of whom he might find. Moments later however, he can not keep a smirk of his face as he further wanders into the room, giving off waves and greetings where appropriate and seeking out the hostess.

Angelic tones purr from the cat when regarding the curious cadet. "Never fancied to sweets? You are missing out." Ms. Kitty points to various pieces in the bowl. "Taffy, very fun to chew and lasts a long while. Gum, not too good when you're about to go on duty, but excellent adhesive. And there's caramels that oh so melt in your mouth."

Albertz steps, or rather /rolls/ into the WC. There's a certain strut in the Scot's step as he saunters up to the counter, as if he's jiving to an incredibly funky bass riff that only he can here. Wakka wekakaka.

Torin hrmms and pauses, "Yes...well I like some of them. Useful things, just pondering which to start with you know." He offers with a cat and asks, "Though perhaps we should order you a saucer of milk?" He offers lightly with a faint smile.

Tshaya leans on one tiny open space on the counter, giving Hudson Rome an amused look before she glances around a bit more, enjoying watching those having fun.

Taimol takes a sip from his cider, watching the door expectantly.

Jovanna flushes in the cheeks and out of embarrassment pulls her tail's end to tickle her nose. "Is that a tease from you Cadet?" She chuckles then plucks out a round speckled ball. "Jawbreaker. Very tasty."

"I like the decor." Rome comments, speaking with a slight lisp, as he steps up to the front of the counter near Tshaya and looks out at the rest of the establishment. The reason for his speaking impediment can be seen by anyone that pays attention: a pair of pearly white fangs in his mouth. It's Count Rome!

"Hi Hecate", comes Shamashs friendly greeting towards Tish, "splendid idea this. thanks for the invitation, sorry to hit the place alone, but.." a small shrug, well, for whatever reason Norala isn't comming.

Albertz gravitates towards the candy. Sweet, sweet candy. Rummaging through the bowl, he pulls out something good and chocolate. "Solid."

Tshaya blinks at the Ambassador, and laughs! "Subtle, sir! Very subtle. Is that your way of telling us you're a bloodsucking diplomat?" she winks. "Why, Agrim, I'm /impressed/. Not many can name off famous witches. And don't you dare apologize!"

Torin eyes that, "Hmm if you insist, still I'm not partial to things breaking." He offers, "A tease? Well I'm just making a guess..."

She plops the ball to Torin's hands. "It's named as that because most break their jaws if they attempt to bite down at first. Jawbreaker." Ms. Kitty flashes a bright ruby smile in between sucking on her own cinnamon ball. "Not too smooth, Cadet. But I'll let that one slide. Enjoying the party any?"

Taimol takes another sip from his cider, frowning now.

Rome glances toward Shamash, considering him briefly. "I don't know what you're talking about..." he says, returning his attention to Tshaya and feigning innocence. "And I should warn you. Someone attacked me just outside and even bit me. It was terribly strange. Now, for some reason, I'm awfully hungry, as well."

Shamash hits his right fist against his chest. "Not only a witch, but the Goddess of Magic - well, in one pantheon as least." Then his attention slightly wavers to fetch himself an apple, both in its liquified and solid state before taking up position still close to the hostess. A small glance is returned in Rome's direction together with a small nod.

Torin hrmphs and frowns softly studying it and testing it, "Hmm it, well, that doesn't sound very healthy, nope not healthy at all. Hmm it seems interesting at the least." He offers with a shrug.

"And working with dangerous chemicals in a science lab isn't?" Ms. Kitty starts to chuckle, then waves fingers, or rather her paw, delicately at the Islander Hip Man from across the table. "Going for milk or dark chocolate?"

. o O Taimol thinks "She's running late. I think I'll go find her."

"I'll keep that in mind, sir," Tish notes, bemused. "Here, have a donut." Which she offers. "And how are you doing tonight, Agrim?"

Albertz looks up from his search to grin at Jovanna and intone in a smooth basso, "Milk. Dark. I love it all, as long as it's /sweet/ baby. Ahhhhhh yyyyyeah."

Rome flashes a friendly smile at Shamash. Then comes the donut. "I wonder what Sigmund Freud would say about this." he comments, setting it down on the counter. He brushes his hands together and wanders away, regarding the crowd curiously.

"Music to this cool cat's ears, if you can dig it," chuckles Ms. Kitty. "The crackly kind adds a hint of fun, but stays sweet." She bites into a mini sized chocolate bar, nipping off the end.

Torin hmms, "Well I suppose, it could be still." He shrugs and goes back to surveying the group scratching his chin at all this and listens to the ongoings.

Taimol pushes to his feet, offering his empty cider cup to a passing server. "Thank you," he murmurs to Tish.

Albertz settles on one of each, appropriately indulgent. "I can dig, I can dig," the Scot chuckles and pops a chocolate into his mouth. "I'm surprised at the turnout...usually there's nothing 419 likes better than a party..."

Tshaya's eyes twinkle at the Ambassador. "He'd say, sometimes a donut is just a donut."

Jovanna chews the sweet confection, relishing every morsel of chocolate. What female can't resist its power? "This is strange?" Green eyes speculate the numbers by gazing around. "Tara isn't present and she's always for a party."

Tshaya looks toward Taimol, too, with a grin. "You're welcome. You /are/ enjoying yourself, ain't ya? Please? Pretty please? If you don't, I'm gonna have to commit hara kiri or something like that."

Rome smiles some and just mills about, enjoying the atmosphere, and watching the others enjoy themselves.

Albertz finishes his last piece of chocolate, "Well...maybe it's just the big shift in staffing. All the big party animals are gone, perhaps."

Taimol lifts both of his brows. "Oh, yes. A wonderful time." He glances at the door. "I was just... expecting someone. And she has not arrived."

Ms. Kitty's ruby smile warms considerably as though she has a secret. Eyes glow to deep emeralds from behind the mask. "Or occupied with other duties." This causes her to release a tiny chuckle and a swallow to her cinnamon ball. "Mister Sultan Cadet," she says to Torin, "is this the case? All the fun has been shifted out?"

Torin pauses at that and hmms, "Well she could be busy, or who knows they may have a private party somewhere." He shrugs, "I certainly wouldn't know Miss kitty, I'm not really the best of party animals."

Shamash's eyes dance over the other guests, naturally comming sooner or later over Kitty. His reaction is to pull down his Vision lenses over his eyes and look again, with a smile on his face as if he exaggerates a good look.

Krylow steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Krylow has arrived.

Foster steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Foster has arrived.

Foster make his way in, whistling quietly.

Albertz looks over at Torin as well, nodding in agreement with Ms. Kitty. "Indeed. I think ye need tae take up some of the slack there, my friend!"

Tshaya moves out from behind the bar to head out amongst the patrons, hopefully delighting them with her magic tricks and sleight-of-hand.

Ms. Kitty murs agreement then nuzzles her hand out of play. "Most Sultans are the light of any party," she teases, laughs, then steals away another bit of candy. This time it is a piece of strawberry taffy.

Into the Core steps Rocketman (Krylow), the helmet rotating as the man looks around the room, taking in the festivaties. After a moment he moves into the Core, beginning to mingle with the other party goers.

Torin coughs at that and harrumphs, "Bother Meg, she's the partier." He shakes his head chuckling, "Hrrmph." He peers at all of this, "Well Sultan's needn't meet others expectations we make our own, you know."

Rome stops milling about near the tub filled with water and apples that's set up. "I have never understood what this has to do with Halloween." he comments idly.

Taimol turns toward the doors, tugging on his armor and offering small smiles to those he passes.

Taimol moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Taimol has left.

Foster is doing an interpretation of a... puzzled Timefleet officer. He looks around at all the decorations, trying to figure out what the heck is going on here.

Albertz sips his cider, "Your own expectations eh? I like that, it's like an Arabian Godfather of class."

Jovanna almost chokes on her taffy when giggling. "I concur and admit defeat, O Sultan, to your logic." She bows graciously, smiling. "Where's your harem?" she teases.

Foster continues to look around the room, having stopped stock still. He lifts one hand to his head, and tries to figure it out. Unsuccessfully. Instead, he heads towards the counter, still looking that confused.

Tshaya pauses briefly to blink in Jovanna's direction, then she glances toward Rome. Clearing her throat, she calls over cheerfully, "I dunno either! Hey, Lieutenant Foster, you made it!"

Foster blinks a couple of moments as he settles down. "I did. To what did I make it to, though?"

Torin shrugs quietly, "Yes, well I'm still working on that." He harrumphs slightly, "I'm sure they'll turn up."

Krylow finds himself nearing the kitty and the sultan. Wheh Jovanna asks about the harem he glances first to her and then Torin, or rather his helmet does. A small laugh escapes from under the metal at the question and the reply.

Rome looks around. "Did someone say harem?" Then he glances toward Tshaya, and the tub, and back to her. "You should come demonstrate for everyone."

Albertz shakes his head, "No way Sultan. You've got to build that harem. Swinging pad, dope threads, show all those fine ladies what you're made of: pure, unlimited, love. Ahh yeah."

Jovanna leans in close to assist, Jovanna whispers to Torin, "Holographically project some. A Cadet of your caliber can create it." Ms. Kitty bats her lashes. 'What is the best way to build a harem? Sultans used to claim women as slaves, then put them in his harem. Is that the case now?' Then she points out the caramel apples to Albertz. 'They're sweet. I heard there was a game generations ago..the apple is tied to a string and people try to chew or bite it off without the use of hands.'

Torin harrumphs and shrugs, "When I see ones I want, perhaps I shall. But it's no good if a Sultan just goes around taking in strays." He offers with almost a smug look, "Well perhaps we should play or that bobbing for apples bit."

Tshaya chuckles at Foster's question. "Don't you know a party when you see one? C'mon and... demonstrate some apple-bobbing for us, eh?" She gives Rome a good-natured glare.

"I figured out that part," Foster says. "I'm just not ... what is all this?" He looks completely flummoxed, and yet, there's a dawning sense of familiarity on his face. Like the kind where you know you SHOULD know something, where it's on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason you can't recall it.

Rome just smiles at Tshaya's glare and motions toward the tub, glancing about at everyone. "Come one, come all. It's a traditional Halloween party game."

Tshaya smirks at Rome. "Oh... alri-" She pauses, peering toward Foster. "What do you mean, what is all this? All what?"

"The decorations, the lighting, why people are wearing strange clothing, the particular choice of games," Foster says as he gestures around.

Albertz grins at Torin and Jovanna in turn, and simply laughs. Clearly he's amused by this conversation, "That's the spirit sultan, that's the spirit." Nodding to Ms Kitty, "That always seems to degenerate in to an awful stick mess..."

Shamash pulls the goggles back up, not too nice staring at a lady, even if its... nice. A sip from the Cider, a crunch into the apple, add a smile. Not the most talkative today, sorry.

Ms. Kitty's ruby lips purse together. "I am vaguely insulted, Sultan." She winks politely, then fiddles with her collar. "I do happen to have a home..hmm..I did stray from it." Laughter follows with a nod to Albertz. "Living in a house of many women, I feel pity on the poor Sultans. All those women to take care of and keep them happy..not so easy. Think you're up to that challenge?" She grins at Torin.

Rome regards Foster curiously. "You're not familiar with the holiday of Halloween, Lieutenant?" he inquires. "Costumes, candy... costumes?"

Tshaya chuckles. "What the Ambassador said. C'mon, have some fun, Lieutenant."

Torin chuckles quietly, "Oh, well that is why they must be picked carefully, kitten. It could be very troubling. It's a very grueling process picking out which ones to collect hmmm?" He offers lightly a smile then at Hamish, "Have to pick the whole household with care, neh?"

Foster turns his head to blink at the Federation Ambassador. "Is it that time of year already? I'm familiar with the holiday as the celebration of an originally-pagan festival called All Hallows Eve, yes, but nothing like .... this." He mutters, "This means that other holiday, whatever it's called, is coming soon too."

Albertz nods in agreement with Torin, "Exactly. If all your chicks can groove in sweet harmony, so much the better."

Krylow glances to the kitty, and from under his helmet comes his voice. "That menas he wants to find women who will not complain. That's why he's having so much trouble finding them."

Jovanna swallows her taffy hard while every part of her body chuckles in amusement. "Truth comes in no better words than from the Rocket Man. Aren't they experts on the Moon Princesses and Space Women?" Seems the Kitty is confusing her movies, but is too giddy in laughter to care. Caramel piece is next tossed into her mouth. "Sultan, many luck in your adventure to find the treasures to fit your collection." Albertz gets a cherishing smile. "Can you groove on the dancefloor as well as your words are digging it? Can't say how long it has been since I've seen a grown man attempt to disco especially in those shoes."

"Come over here, Lieutenant." Rome beckons Foster toward him. "Our lovely hostess is going to demonstrate bobbing for apples for us." He smiles pleasantly.

Foster shrugs and steps over in the direction of the Ambassador and the Mistress of the Coffee House. "Oh?"

Tshaya gives Rome a rueful look. "You just want to see me get my top all wet."

Shamash watches the door again and again as if waiting for someone. Ultimately resulting in giving himself a push and leaving the Core as if to check where he or she is being delayed.

Shamash moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Shamash has left.

Torin chuckles quietly, "Thank you, I shall do my best at it." He offers in amusement. He shrugs then falling silent once more.

Albertz laughs at Jovanna's question, "Can I groove? Does an anteater have bad breath, Mama Cat?" The Scot scuffs the floor with the toe of his shoe, "It's been a long, long time since this brother had to bust a move. But I think I can still hack it...somewhat."

Rome neither confirms nor denies that. "Have you done this before?" he inquires, glancing from Tshaya to the tub.

"Prove it," dares Ms. Kitty who plants a solid cube of chocolate before the Scot. "If you can bust it, this cube is yours. If not, Sultan gets it...unless someone else wants to dance off against this Jiving Man?" She eyes Torin and Krylow.

Tshaya nods, a bit resigned, though still amused. She tucks her hands behind her back. "Yeah, as a /kid/..." She takes a deep breath, and bobs.

Gellan steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Gellan has arrived.

<CONTEST> Tshaya contests her Coordination skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Torin chuckles softly at all this and just watches in amusement surveying the group and hmms as he tilts to watch the bobbing as well as the preparing to dance.

Lopez steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Lopez has arrived.

"Always good to re-embrace your youth." Rome comments. He glances sidelong at Foster, making sure the lieutenant's still with them, and looks back to the bobbing.

Krylow appears to be watching Tshaya, giving the way his helmet is pointing. When Jovanna asks about the dancing, he looks back to her. "I don't think so, no. Dancing is not my forte."

Tshaya straightens back up with an apple in her mouth and a wet shirt, and brings her hand back around to take the fruit, crunching a bite out of it. "Your turn, Ambassador," she grins evilly.

At the candy table resides Ms. Unidentified Kitty, a Sultan Cadet, One Solid Magnum Doctor, and a Rocketeer Engineer. The cat catches sight of the games over yonder. "It seems they've started some festivities. Guess it's a game for those who don't dance."

Albertz is standing in a knot with Torin and Jovanna, chatting. "Just one piece of chocolate? It seems like my ego and libido are going to get me into a whole lot of embarrassment and trouble for a very small payoff"

Jovanna plops five medium sized cubes alongside the one piece. "Will six be enough? Or does this require one of my infamous banana chocolate sundae splits?"

Foster remains, hands behind his back, paying careful attention to the witchly proprietor's work. "And... what exactly is the point of this game? Besides the wanting to see female in wet shirts bit, I mean."

Lopez strolls into the festivites from the corridor, spinning an excess piece of cloth and beads around her fingers at hip height. When it coils up, she starts it going the other way. Unable to resist temptation she makes for the candy.

The doors part to admit a solomn Counselor Gellan, decidely out of uniform at least, if not in costume. She enters the Warp Core alone, without the toddler or hulking Klingon previously seen at her side. With a small smile of greeting as she passes, she stops at a counter and picks out a mug of warm cider.

"You need a purpose beyond that?" Rome asks, his attention still on Tshaya. Of course. He smiles. "I should never underestimate your... abilities." He clears his throat and removes his false fangs from his mouth. "Wish me luck." And he goes for an apple in the water.

GAME: Rome spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Rome (claiming advantage) contests his Coordination skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Tshaya smirks at Rome and Foster. "What's the point of any game, Lieutenant? It's fun." She just grins at the Ambassador. "Luck."

Gellan finds herself a seat nearby, where she can watch some of the festivities without being an obvious bystander. She sips at the cider, too, giving an appreciative nod to the mug.

Nabrun steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Nabrun has arrived.

. o O Gellan has her thoughts, and her feelings, under tight control. She is determined to find amusement this evening. A Halloween party is just the placed to find it.

Torin just continues to watch the group curiously and the variety of festivities smiling in amusement, "Hmmm banana chocolate sundae?" He asks curiously.

Rome comes back up empty-handed after a moment. Or empty-mouthed, as the case may be. He coughs and wipes some water off of his face, and slicks back his hair. "Apparently I'm not quite as talented." he observes.

"An even half-dozen, eh? I think that may be enough..." Hamish eyes the chocolate on the table. Spotting the mermaid, he raises a hand and waves to Lopez, "Look at this foxy lady of the deep. Seems that the motion on the ocean tonight is /fine/."

Jovanna brandishes a tiny smile and chuckle. "Have a line for all the ladies?" she asks of Hamish, then nods once towards Torin. "Banana chocolate sundae with sprinkles, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. Very tas--" she starts to grimace, resigning to a sigh. "Time's up for me. This kitty needs to return home."

Krylow is turning from Jovanna and Albertz to the bobbing for apples and back. He glances over toward Lopez as she enters. He then glances back to Jovanna. "Time for a bowl of milk?" he quips when she indicates its time to go home.

Tshaya tilts her head with a grin. "You can have multiple attempts, Ambassador."

Lopez lands at the table like a marine taking a beach, rubbing her glittered up hands together in anticipation of some serious chocolate gluttony. But so addressed, she cocks a hip, which she touches with a finger, and makes a *sss* sound. She can BARELY keep a straight face. "I'll get the kiccups," she warns, and snatches up a goodie. "Good one, Rojo."

Nabrun sweeps in. Ok, she might do better with the sweeping if she weren't tottering slightly on those high heels. She appears to be having fun, however, and enjoying the outfit, even if she looks like a little girl playing dress-up.

. o O Nabrun thinks "Sharra? I'm never raiding left-over stores of costumes again."

Foster continues to watch this contest thoughtfully. "I just don't 'get' it. Maybe I just spent too many hours working while I was at the Academy, but I guess I just don't see the point."

"I should give someone else a chance." Rome returns his fangs to his mouth, putting them back in place. Count Rome arises once again! "Try it, Lieutenant. Perhaps you need to experience it."

. o O Rome thinks "No need to make myself look bad for an extended period."

Albertz laughs at Jovanna's question, "Of course. I have to show my love and admiration for /all/ the lovely ladies on this station. How could I not? But if you're leaving, I guess that lets me off the dancing hook. Chocolate or no!"

Foster shrugs, "I suppose I could give it a try. The point is to catch an apple without using your hands, correct?"

"Now that is an excellent idea." Tish smiles sweetly at Foster. "Absolutely correct. Simple enough, eh?"

Gellan glances toward the door, almost simultaneous with Nabrun's entrance, wearing a puzzled look. Which immediately transforms into a humored grin. She lifts her mug of cider into the air, in part to offer a beacon of sorts for the other Betazoid to pick her out of the gathered crowd..and in part to the costume.

. o O Gellan chuckles. "it is a very /nice/ costume, Barana."

Torin hmms and pauses nodding, "Well good evening then kitten." He smiles, "Perhaps another time the banana bit." He shrugs and hrmms. He smiles then a bit to Lopez turning to survey her curiously and the rest of the group.

Nabrun looks around for a moment, then aims for the Betazoid homing beacon across the room. Step, step, totter, totter...She manages to make effortless into a thing of the past. Apparently, high-heels and this counselor aren't friends. Barana eventually makes it across, thanks to the kindness of convenient chair backs, perfect for gripping.

Ms. Kitty flicks a finger idly to the pendant worn on her collar. "A bowl of milk and a hefty amount of work that can no sooner be vanquished with any space aged lazer gun." She locates a tiny bag on the table to which she fills halfway with a variety of candy pieces. "Can't leave without some extra goodies." Emerald eyes lift to Albertz. "The dancing hook remains for the Sultan can judge your style or holotape for me. These chocolate cubes and the sundae split of mine still remains on the table for a prize. I am a bit ashamed to miss the dance, but duty and responsibilities do call." She sweetly smiles to the Sultan, PI and Rocket Man before waving to the crowd and leaving.

Jovanna moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Jovanna has left.

. o O Nabrun thinks "You look gorgeous, Sharra. What are you supposed to be tonight? Have we figured out what this event is for, or is it just an excuse for a party?"

Foster shrugs again, and steps towards the water and the apples within. "All right. I'll give it a shot." Luckily, his hair is short enough that he doesn't have to worry about it falling in, so all he does is make sure that his uniform doesn't get splashed.

Rome watches the Timefleeter dive on in. "Have at it, Lieutenant." he remarks.

Gellan offers a smile to her counterpart in the Medical department, and points out the counter covered in assorted glasses, mugs and candy. "The warm cider is wonderful." Her gaze slides sideways, over to the apple dippers. "I have seen this ritual performed on Earth. I still do not understand it."

Krylow glances off after Jovanna, and then to Barana as the counselor makes her way in. Finally the helmet turns back towards the bobbing game that's going on. After that he makes his way towards the apple bobbing game going on.

<CONTEST> Foster contests his Coordination skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Albertz grins at Lopez, "Hiccups again? Totally unacceptable Miss Mermaid. Although, we should probably be more worried about tooth decay tonight."

. o O Krylow thinks "Wow, she looks good tonight."

. o O Gellan projects "Th..thank you, Barana. I am just supposed to be me. My gown was a gift from Gr'laH. I never had an opportunity to wear it."

Tshaya grins merrily. She is definitely having a lot of fun.

. o O Nabrun mmmms softly. "You look lovely. How are you doing?"

Nabrun sits down at plush couch.

. o O Gellan projects "I am..living. I sent Iliara to Betazed and my mother this morning."

Foster pops his head into the bowl for only a moment, it seems, before he comes back up with an apple. "Swhts..." is what he gets out, and then he stands back up, only the bare edge of his hairline wet. He lifts the apple from his mouth and repeats, "So what's supposed to be so difficult about this?" Then he takes a bite of the apple that he went and 'rescued'.

Gellan sits down at plush couch.

. o O Nabrun seems a bit surprised, but the mind-voice is warm and gentle. "I know you'll miss her, but I dare say she'll have a good time at what the Terran's refer to as" Camp Grandma. ""

"Thank you for that." Rome remarks wryly at Foster's question. "I believe you stole my luck." He looks around quickly and calls out. "Nobody else cares to try their mouth at bobbing for apples?"

Gellan settles more comfortably on the couch. A smile is offered to Nabrun in between sips of cider, along with the faint chuckle of humor. She doesn't speak though, not audibly at least.

Krylow slides off his helmet as he approaches, revealing none other than Foster's explosive minded teammate. "I'll give it a try," he says to the group with a grin.

Tshaya snickers. "Well done, Lieutenant. You've just earned the admiration of at least half a dozen women in this room, and your wife their envy."

Nabrun peers around at Rome and the bobbing for apples. "I think," she says quietly, "That's something I'll have to make a pass on tonight. Trying to bob in this dress would break some laws, somewhere." She finds herself a cup of cider and grins over at Gellan.

. o O Gellan projects "it will be safer for her there." She does not elaborate beyond that, except to add, "And her Grandmother was begging me to send her back out. It worked out for both of us.""

Harris steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Harris has arrived.

Donavon steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Donavon has arrived.

. o O Nabrun mmms softly. "If you have trouble filling the time, I can introduce you to the new junior quartermaster. He'll keep you quite busy fending off advances and making you laugh. And, to be honest, he seems like he'll be a good friend. He's interested in our culture. Unfortunately, I threatened to take him to the Betazed waterfall holo last night. Yes, Sharra, I was going to take an Andorian swimming."

. o O Nabrun seems to be a little chagrined. She's also more than a little worried about Sharra and trying to be nonchalant about it.

Rome motions for Krylow to step on it. "Please." At Nabrun's reply, he looks to her, giving her a once over. "Oh, I'm sure we can agree not to press charges, Barana." And there's his toothy smile.

The Harrises descend upon the Warp Core in matching outfits, which would be disgustingly cute if it weren't obvious that they were dressed for handing the smackdown out to the trick and treaters of villainy. With that said, they are hand in hand, and heavily armed -- two crazy kids in love.

. o O Albertz is thoroughly enjoying the chance to play a 70's cool cat. He's not quite sure on all the lines or mannerisms, mainly that every lady should be treated to ridiculous compliment, every lad with cool brotherhood.

Lopez glances at the group clustered near to the goodie-table. "Not as yet, not yet. Just don't get me excited. I threw this costume on, and I almost missed as it is. Bigger problems than the hiccups and sadfleas." She smiles and sticks out an arm to try and nudge Torin. "Apple-bobbing, huh? Never could do it, without using the stem."

"My apologies, Ambassador," comes Foster's response, despite the fact that he's got his neck at something of a strange angle so that he doesn't drip all over his cos... his uniform. "Perhaps give it another shot?"

. o O Harris thinks "30 minutes, and I'm taking her home for some trick or treating."

Torin oofs as he's nudged and chuckles, "Mmmwell it's time to practice, besides you should be one with the water and all that, yes?" He asks lightly with a smile.

Gellan smirks a bit over the edge of her mug, a wiley glance given to Rome's comment. "There you go, Barana." She glances back to Nabrun a bit sharply, and then flashes a truly humorous grin. "You didn't..."

<CONTEST> Krylow contests his Coordination skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Donavon whistles at all the paraphernalia and tugs at a streamer between her forefingers, well the freed hand does this. "Crazy what people use in decorations. Think I've grown lazy and opt'd for the holographic ones over the years," she chuckles with Rob, then begins to point over to the water sport. "What is..that?"

Nabrun offers Gellan a wry, sheepish smile. "Splash." That's all she says.

Krylow grins to Rome and steps up beside the little pool of water. He eyes the apples for a moment and then leans down and goes after one of them. While he lacks the grace of Foster, he more than makes up for it with enthusiam. He also apparently lacks Foster's skill as he comes up empty mouthed from the attempt. He laughs a little as the water runs down his face and onto his jacket.

. o O Gellan projects "Oh my. You certainly have a way of making a statement. I have not met him..not certain I should want to right now, honestly. But I'll keep your warning in mind."

"Ha," Lopez gets out, before devouring her chocolate. "Not until the glue is not an issue."

Harris lifts both of his eyebrows. "Chinese water torture?" he hazards after a moment, offering a shrug to Meg. "Heathen. Holographic decorations just aren't any fun."

. o O Nabrun chuckles mentally. "He's actually a very sweet man, truth be told. And he's rather useful to know, especially when it comes to finding things that are needed. He's made me laugh, quite a bit. The laughter is what I needed. And laughter is what you'll need too, in time. Tonight, though, tonight is good for fun and laughter and watching the others do very strange things. Is that...Meg and Rob?"

. o O Nabrun is rather surprised by the Harrises, taken aback, actually.

Rome returns his attention to those nearby. "I think I'll pass for now. It's all right." he replies to Foster. "I like you. You stay here." he adds, upon Krylow's lack of victory.

"It's apparently called 'Bobbing for Apples,'" Foster says to the Harrises, looking towards the Ambassador and the Owner for confirmation. "It's apparently some kind of standard game for this holiday." Yes, his ever-present PADD has made an appearance again.

Donavon scratches below her ear. "They volunteer to torture themselves? Thought torture invovled..well..being forced into it?" Shoulders shrug back while amused eyes focus back on her husband. "No need for a clean-up crew. Plus it's an excuse to lure Mo into the party. Put him on decoration duty." To Foster's reply comes an ah of realization. "Is that an euphenism?" she chuckles in approaching. "And what's with the lack of costume, parnter? Or are you playing the PADD To the Nose Lieutenant Jay Gee of Timefleet?"

Krylow laughs at Rome's comment. "I

Krylow laughs at Rome's comment. "I don't think so. You can claim all the fame," he says before glancing to Meg. "Heya Meg. Rob. Welcome to the party." Somewhere in the middle of that he cheated and simply palmed himself an apple, which he now takes a bite of.

Torin chuckles quietly at Lopez and hrmms, "Even for chocolate you won't?" He tries then shrugging a hand is lifted waving towards the Harisses.

"Alek, what have you strapped yourself into?" inquires Meg with a gaze to the rocket pack. "Odd bit of gear." She chuckles while lifting a hand absently to greet Torin, including a questioning rise of her eyebrows. Okay, Mo in a Sultan costume *is* odd to her, too.

"I hadn't known today was the party for Halloween," Foster explains, after snagging another bite of his apple. "I don't pay much attention to most Earth holidays, and last year, I was on the Northram Benz. They didn't celebrate it at all."

Krylow grins to Meg and shrugs. "Just call me Rocketman, with my trusty rocket pack," he says to her. "A hero has to be able to fly off into the sky to fight villians."

Gellan nods her head at Nabrun. Her gaze then goes to Donavon and Harris, an eyebrow lifted faintly.

Donavon tsks in disappointment. "Your wife, I figured, would keep you up to date especially on a holiday party that traditionally Poole threw." She peers around the party room. "Lacks the theatrical flair she had but still has a movie monster charm. Guess tonight will be cleared of any bansh--" This gives Meg a considerable frown and a worried expression.

. o O Gellan projects "Something out of place that I missed?"

Rome looks sidelong to Tshaya. "It looks like that may be the end of the bobbing."

. o O Donavon thinks "No banshee this year and no Chrissy."

Tshaya spreads her hands. "It's early, yet. More suckers... er, players will come along, I'm sure," she smiles.

Lopez answers Torin with a grin, "For chocolate, I'll dance."

Albertz sips his cider, listening to the conversation and watching the various goings on. One of the problems with parties, if you're a people watcher, is that it tends to be a bit of an embarrassment of riches. Spotting the Harris' grand entrance, the Scot pours a second cup of cider and with a wide smile excuses himself from Lopez and Torin. Walking over to Donavon he offers her the cup and a smile, "Not a proper a samhuinn but it'll do, eh Meg?" he lowers his voice to stage whisper something to her.

. o O Nabrun hmmms softly. "Well, I don't think I'm used to Meg wearing clothes tight enough as to not be there. I'm almost afraid to look at Rob. They look rather good, but rather...odd at the same time, if that makes sense."

Albertz whispers to Donavon, "I know this is a party and all, but could I bend yuir ear a tick, Meg? Assuming that Rab doesnae mind, of course?"

"She's been very busy, lately," Foster says. "She's running the entire Training department now, in spite of still being in the position of the Assistant Training Officer. I'm helping where I can, primarily with the Timefleet officers, but she's got a lot of work to do. Besides, she knows how I am about holidays."

Gellan nods her head, hmming softly.

. o O Gellan projects "I've seen odder things at these parties. I think that's part of the fun of it, really."

Nabrun appears to be watching the goings on, eyes moving over the people with a casual ease.

Lopez nonetheless pushes off to go get a look at the bobbing tub, snipping off the end of the chocolate she's carrying around with her teeth.

. o O Nabrun projects "True, very true. This is my first one of these aboard a station. We didn't celebrate on my last posting, or if we did, I missed it. There used to be a few parties like this at the Academy. I'm wondering who's going to fall into the vat of water."

Gellan suddenly grins, rather wickedly.

"Still, Lanie's sharp on these social holidays. Give her a hug from me. Can't say when either of us will have time for a visit." Donavon smiles politely to her teammates before bending her ear towards Albertz. The mug is accepted without question and a puzzled expression faintly forms. "Sure Hamish." Turning, she plants lips to her husband's cheek along with promising to return. Then she strides to join Albertz for a moment's ear tick.

. o O Gellan projects "I do hope it will be Ambassador Rome."

Nabrun covers her mouth with her hand and just -looks- at Gellan, then takes a sip of cider.

Torin chuckles softly at that and smiles, "Mmm for chocolate then?" He chuckles in amusement and continues to watch the group.

"Perhaps..." Rome notes the approach of Lopez, giving her a long look. "Perhaps we have another contestant here." He flashes a smile at her. "Hello."

. o O Nabrun projects "The poor Ambassador. So maligned. Though he's the one of us who needs cooling down the most of all. Head first, do you think? I wonder if he can be, ah, helped in."

Dhar Dovoro steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Dhar Dovoro has arrived.

Lopez nonetheless pushes off to go get a look at the bobbing tub, snipping off the end of the chocolate she's carrying around with her teeth.

Tshaya gives the Ambassador an amused look, then grins at Lopez. "Care to try your luck?"

. o O Gellan projects "I don't know. he /did/ want you to give the apple bobbing a try you know."

Krylow nods to the Meg and then turns to eye the rest of the room. Ultimately his eyes fall on Barana and he makes his way over the couch and takes a seat on it. "Evening," he says with a smile, as he sets the helmet on his knee.

Albertz smiles at Meg and winds his way to a table to take a seat.

. o O Rome thinks "Now this could be interesting."

Albertz sits down at viewport nook.

Nabrun looks up to Krylow as he approaches and smiles softly. "Good evening, Alek," she says quietly. "LT YaSharra Gellan, this is Ensign Alek Krylow, from Timefleet. Alek, this is Sharra, the one I've told you about."

. o O Krylow feels happier as he takes seat on the couch.

Donavon swivels past the costumed folks to join Albertz.

Donavon sits down at viewport nook.

Donavon takes a sip from her mug.

. o O Nabrun projects "He just wants to see me bend over in this dress. Sigh. Sharra? Alek...well, he developed a rather quick crush on me. I think we've finally gotten past it. He knows that I'm not available. But I'm a little cautious. He's a nice fellow, highly intelligent."

Foster nods, "I will. Though, truthfully, we don't talk much outside of work." This to Donavon, of course.

At her place, Donavon looks at the drink she sips. "What is this stuff?"

Gellan nods to the now-seated Krylow, offering a little smile. "Nice to meet you, Alek."

. o O Gellan projects "Nothing wrong with caution, Barana."

Krylow returns the smile to Gellan. "A pleasure indeed," he says to her. He then glances over to Barana. "How ar you tonight?"

Lopez raises an eyebrow, and responds, "Hello yourself, Count Gawkula... eyes, up here," she says, with a smirk, tapping her temple. "Apple-bobbing, but no bags of flaming poo. Security put their boot down, yeah?"

Nabrun lifts one of her feet up, displaying a heel. "Glad to get off of these shoes for the time being, and we're discussing the holiday of Halloween. It's...interesting."

At his place, Albertz takes a seat, shifting a little to settle in. He takes a sip, "Cider. Apple, I think. Not quite as potent as back home, eh?" A pause and a smile, "Och...so...this is traditionally the New Year, ye know, for our ancient kin. At least it was until the spread of Christianity. So another door intae another year. I feel..." a pause for another sip of cider, "there's been a big gap between us frae a big time, Meg."

Krylow sits down at plush couch.

Tshaya snickers, hastily clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her giggles at Lopez's comment to Rome. "Yeah, I'm afraid we just couldn't pull off possible arson."

"That would be where I'm looking." Rome replies with a smile. "You look particularly suited to this game, I must say."

"Indeed it is," Gellan adds to Nabrun's comment. "We were just discussing this apparent ritual of chasing fruit in a bucket of water with one's mouth. Most..hmm..interesting, yes." Her gaze drifts back to the game going on, most particularly settling on one Ambassador Rome. "How deep /is/ that water I wonder?"

At her place, Donavon wrinkles her nose in admonishment of the cider. "Cannae never compare to home, lacks the good ol' kick." Still she sips in listening. "I dinnae exactly dug that gap. Last I do recall the first ditch came by with an assumption to my character and team. Enough that I cannae argue about it or convince you otherwise. Alley's given up believing. Think..think she took what I said to this fake Chrissy the wrong way." She shrugs her shoulder and sips more cider. "Is this your way to say ye want to build a bridge?"

Prochazka steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Prochazka has arrived.

"Oh, not to deep," he says with a grin. "My nose can attest to that. I've never played it before, but its very interesting." Of course, his hair is still wet, as is his jacket.

Lopez rests her hand at her hip, and just shakes her head. "Thats just inviting costume malfunction, I think. Imperfect universe. Hey, Miss Tshaya, next year we'll have to convince you to have a seed spitting competition..."

. o O Rome doesn't see a problem with costume malfunction, of course.

Nabrun ducks her head slightly, one hand coming up to cover her mouth, as if she's trying to hide something. She shakes it off after a moment and cocks her head, looking Alek up and down for a moment. "Do you need a towel? I like your costume...what is it?"

A dashing Andorian pirate swaggers into the coffeehouse. Those who have met him would recognize the man as none other than Dhar Dovoro. With the outfit he wears, it is no wonder that he's able to come up with whatever one's little heart desires. As he makes his way into the thematically decorated establishment, he looks for some friendly faces.

At his place, Albertz's gaze follow the mermaid across the room and he smiles slightly at something she says, before he turns his attention back to Meg, sobering. "Life's...too short tae hold a grudge, Meg. For the longest time ye were...just about my best friend on this station. Closer than that, even.../family/. And ye cannae jus' throw that away over a philosophical argument...no matter how strongly ye believe one way or another."

. o O Nabrun thinks "Oh. My. Erm. Yes. Sharra? That's Dhar. By the door."

Tshaya snickers. "Only if you're planning on cleaning it up afterwards, Ms. Lopez." She gestures grandly toward the apple-bobbing tub. "Have at it."

Gellan chuckles softly, grinning at Nabrun. She drinks down the rest of her cider, and then turns a casual glance toward the door, watching the swaggering Andorian enter. She smiles again. "Nice costume. The variety is..fascinating."

"Lopez." Rome echoes. "I'm Hudson Rome, by the way." he introduces himself politely.

Prochazka makes his way into the coffee house, and for once he's dressed up slightly. He wears that costume he was wearing in a holo-adventure once. The one that looks a bit like the movie hero, back in the 20th century, who's name was Henry Jones junior. He stops right inside the room, watching the Andorian pirate for a few moments.

Krylow shakes his head to Nabrun. "No, I'm fine. Half dry already." He glances down to his costume. "I'm Rocketman. Don't ask me who that is though. Meg pointed him out to me." He glances to the two women. "Your costumes are both lovely."

. o O Krylow thinks "Yeah, what a way to impress the ladies. I must look like a drowned rat right about now."

Nabrun glances toward the door and her eyes go just a little wide as she catches sight of Dhar. BUt then her attention comes back to Krylow. "Thank you. I've heard of Rocketman, somewhere. I think. Maybe it was back in the Academy. How did you do with the apple bobbling?

"Thank you," Gellan says to Krylow, and then stands up from the sofa, mug in hand. "Enjoy the party Barana. Alek. I think I shall take a little walk along the mall before I turn in for the night. It has been..a rather long day," she finishes with a quick smile. "Don't drown yourselves," she adds with mild humor.

Torin takes a few more moments of surveying the festivities and slinks his sultany way out.

Torin moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Torin has left.

Catching sight of Nabrun, the Andorian alters course so he can capture some wenches. Or at the very least, talk to some pretty ladies. With his usual grin, Dhar greets them with a dip of his head. "Hello, Barana. You look quite stunning this evening."

At her place, Donavon cracks a grin at the fiesty watery lass. "Spunk that one has." She chuckles and leans forward to nod shortly. "Life is short," she says this very mysteriously. "And it took ye long enough to toss aside a philosophical argument when there's no real place for it." Cider sip. "I've long given it up. Friends and family know without question who I am." She pinches the bridge of her nose, head hanging down. "I really am sorry that I cannot explain your questions away, Ham. All I can say..is.." She tries to smile a bit more, "Happy Samhain?"

Gellan slips away, casting a friendsly smile at Dhar as they pass.

. o O Nabrun projects "Oh, thanks, Sharra. Just abandon me to the wolves. Rest well, and I'll talk with you soon."

. o O Gellan chuckles. "Sorry about that."

Gellan goes home.

Gellan has left.

Nabrun tilts her head back and smiles up at Dhar. "Good evening, Dhar, and you look rather fetching yourself. Have you met Ens. Alek Krylow? Alek, this is Chief Dhar Dovoro, our new Junior Quartermaster." She shifts the cider to the other hand so that she can gesture from one man to the other.

Lopez holds up her hands to fend off the further offer of the contest. "Pass for the nonce-- Maybe before I take off? Encantada," she says to Rome's introduction, and sticks out her hand in an old-fashioned way. "Ana Maria Lopez Caminante," she clarifies. "Ana'll do."

Tshaya chuckles softly to herself and moves away, back behind the bar, for a break and to let Rome and Lopez get aquainted.

Prochazka moves further into the room, looking around at the various people, and studying the festivities.

Krylow smiles to Dhar. "A pleasure to meet you," he says to the man, inclining his head. He glances back to Barana. "I need to head out, at least for a little while. I hope to be back soon though."

Rome clasps Lopez's extended hand and gives it a firm shake. As he does, he watches Tshaya move off. Then looks back to Lopez. "Ana. Good to meet you." he states. "So what exactly would you call this?" he asks, motioning toward her costume.

At his place, Albertz laughs softly and takes another sip of cider, "I just dinnae want tae fight anymore, Meg. I'm not a naif, things change, circumstances change and ye cannae always go back tae the way things were." He offers an open hand across the table, not for a shake but as an offer of supplication and appeasement, "I want tae bridge that gap. I want tae hoist a pint and sing a song wi' ye again. I want us tae be friends again." A pause and an uncharacteristcally rakish grin, "I want ye tae talk me up tae that bonny mermaid over there."

Dhar Dovoro bows to Nabrun with a flourish of his hand. "Thank you, my dear." Once he's back standing straight, he smiles to the other man. "The pleasure is all mine, sir. If you ever need anything, I'm your man."

Nabrun looks between the two men, slightly surprised. "Of course, Alek," she says quietly. "Have a wonderful evening, and Happy Halloween.

Krylow smiles to Nabrun. "You too." With that he stands, nods to Dhar and begins to make his way out of the coffee house.

. o O Krylow is a little disappointed at having to leave so soon.

. o O Krylow feels One day I'll finish a normal conversation with her, I hope.

Krylow moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Krylow has left.

Donavon plops heels to the chair nearby, eyes peeled across the way at Albertz.

Dhar Dovoro motions to the chair feshly departed by Krylow. "Mind if I join you?" He asks Nabrun after waving goodbye to Krylow.

Nabrun gestures to the couch, chuckling quietly. "Not at all, Dhar. Just arrived to the festivities?"

Lopez pokes a floating apple with a finger, interrupting its steady drift to and fro. "This?" she asks, and gestures to her costume. "Well, the folks in the turbolift on the way seemed to think it was a desperate cry for attention, when in fact its just a way to use up some things in my craft-box. Its from something I read in school as a kid. How about yours?"

Dhar Dovoro nods to her as he takes up a seat next to the counselor on the couch. "Yes, I have. I still had a little bit of work to take care of. Not to mention I had to come up with some sort of costume idea."

Prochazka moves to take a seat somewhere where it seems to be a bit quiet, if that can be found. He then lifts of his hat, and uses it to fan his face a little, before he looks around once more.

At her place, Donavon drums fingers across the mug. "I see the truth of this request. It's a plea for dear lassie Meg to bombard the mermaid with tall tales about a Scot eh? What's special about this lass from previous others?" Mischief sparkles in her eyes before she shoos aside his offered hand. "Ye want to really bridge the gap?" She taps the table. "Hop up here and treat these patrons to a good ol' pub song."

Dhar Dovoro sits down at plush couch.

At her place, Nabrun tilts her head a little and smiles. "You did a lovely job. You might want to try the cider. It's something new and different.

Rome bares his teeth momentarily, showing off his fangs. "I am a creature of the night, forced to sustain myself on the blood of the living." He pauses. "It was quick and easy." He smiles. "And what did you read in school as a kid?"

At his place, Dhar Dovoro smiles back at her. "Thank you. I just threw a little something together with what I had around the lodge." He then raises a brow at her. "What kind of cider is it?"

Albertz's discussion with Donavon seems to have taken a lighter turn, whatever seriousness there was between them seems to have passed.

At her place, Nabrun offers out her mug. "Apple, I believe. Apples and cinnamon. Though I'm not well versed in Terran drinks.

. o O Albertz is equal parts relieved and delighted, much like he's finally stepped out of a wood of confusion and frustration into a sunlit clearing.

At his place, Dhar Dovoro happily takes a sip from Barana's mug. After a moment, he smiles again. "Mmm. That is pretty tasty. Not bad at all. Shall I get you a refill and a fresh mug for myself?"

Nabrun hands her mug of cider over to Dhar, then chuckles at something he says, nodding. "Thank you," she murmurs.

Foster has settled back to a seat at one of the tables, choosing one of his favorite activities: people-watching. He finds himself watching, in particular, the Federation Ambassador. This is somewhat unusual for him: usually he'd be watching a Betazoid or Andorian, but no, the Human is the one he's watching mostly.

At his place, Albertz chuckles and rolls his cup of cider around, "Ana's nice and down tae earth...I enjoy her company. But...she's fairly new on station. It's nawt fair tae latch ontae her as soon as she's through the airlock or off the transporter pad. Besides, that odious Ambassador'll have his hooks in her in no time, no doubt." A pause as his eyes drift back to mermaid and wampyr, "A song..hmm..a hallowe'en one, eh?"

Lopez responds, "The Oddysey. Story is full of monsters, I just picked on that sounded fun." She lifts a shoulder, and steps away from the tub. "You should try bobbing with the fangs."

Donavon has taken up a post, completely relaxed during the conversation with Albertz. Mischief and glee rises in her eyes.

Dhar Dovoro then gets up from the couch and over to where all the cider is being dispensed. Taking Nabrun's mug, he refills it and gets fresh one for himself. And in a bit of a balancing act, he also fixes a small plate of snack food, including some donuts. The blue-skinned buccaneer then reverses course back the couch.

Nabrun is relaxed back on the couch, ankles crossed, and seemingly contentedly off her feet and those heels. Dhar is watched for a moment before the Counselor's eyes light, briefly, on the others.

"Good choice." Rome wanders after Lopez. "Bobbing really isn't my thing. At least not with apples." He shakes his head. "And I don't think the fangs would be up for it. I should have gotten one of the doctors to cap my teeth."

At her place, Donavon lifts her cider for a sip but gestures to the bloodsucker and mayhap his victim. "Cut it straight, Ham. Sitting here and admitting defeat to an Ambassador who rumor has it sleeps with any female that walks innae a Scot. Our ancestors are rolling in der graves." She sighs in disappointment though feigned. "Win her over with yuir charm. Sing, ask her to dance, philosophize with her...whichever. Just do something. Innae seen you glazed. Your worse than my brothers when they look at my sister-in-laws."

Lopez admires one of the carved out gourd-lanterns, and jokes dryly, "Consider what you have training choppers. If you end up liking what they do for your image, maybe you can convince someone to do the dental augmentation."

At his place, Albertz drains the rest of his cider, "Aye. Maybe...maybe...I'll give it a try. I just dinnae want tae make an ass of myself, hmm?" He purses his lips into a smile, "I know a good song. About a witch...not entirely raucous, but good. I wish Ally were here, she can play the guitar, can't she?

Dhar Dovoro navigates his way through the crowd with his booty intact. As he approaches the plush couch, he offers Nabrun her cider. "Here you go, my sweet lady. And I've also confiscated some confections for our enjoyment."

Prochazka continues to study people a bit thoughtfully, not watching anyone in particular, but more watching the entire group.

At her place, Donavon rolls the mug between her hands. "Sometimes playing the ass gets the gal, but dinnae be overly obvious. All in good fun. Aaand," she peers around, "No Alley or Poole to play the guitar. What beat do you need? I could tap the table to set your rhythm."

Nabrun peers at whatever Dhar carries and grins. "Chocolate?" she asks, hopefulness in her voice. "And thank you. Warm cider is coming in a close second to a good dark chocolate.

Tshaya sends a look toward Nabrun, amused.

At his place, Albertz chuckles, "No guitar and no fiddle then, I guess. Hmm. That kind of makes it a hard song tae do."

"I imagine they only reinforce the image most people have of me. Perhaps the best reason to do it." Rome remarks. "Poor thing. All gutted." he observes, considering the gourd.

Dhar Dovoro nods at his companion as he sits down. "Of course I would bring you chocolate. I would be a fool not to." He then picks up the donut and samples it.

At her place, Donavon peers. "Fiddle? Replicate one. If the song is simple, I can strum it out. But if you're asking for full blown jig, ye need another lad or lassie."

At his place, Albertz hums out a rather haunting and flowing melody for Donavon, "It's a bit of a tricky one, some strumming, some bowing. Think ye can handle it?"

Nabrun grins and reaches out for one of the confections on the plate, one of the chocolate ones. "It's more like you know me too well," she teases.

At her place, Donavon repeats the hums before chewing on her tongue. "Ach, wish my brothers were here. Dey play better than I, but I'll give it a shot. Dinnae blame me if cats begin to shriek."

At his place, Albertz spins the cup on the table, "Ye dinnae know it?"

Dhar Dovoro waggles his brows at her while sipping his cider. "It is all a part of my business. I /have/ to know what my customers like so I can get it for them."

At her place, Donavon cocks a brow up high. "I can I not know it? Course I do...just not well with the fiddle as I am with de singing." She raps the mug on the table. "Enough fussy and squirming. Get me a fiddle so we can play for your star from da lagoon."

Lopez answers the Ambassador with an easy laugh, and says, "That bad an image, Mr. Rome? What did you do? ¿Robes caramelos de los bebes? And you shouldn't deny that poor squash its destiny... It was born to have a spooky grin, and then become a pie. What else does a vegetable like that have to look forward to?"

Nabrun leans back and grins, sipping at her cider. "Why do I get the feeling that you could give a Ferengi a run for his money where acquisitions are concerned?

"I don't know about that. Because I don't know what that means." Rome replies with a slight smile. "People just don't know what a friendly guy I am." He returns his focus to the vegetable. "You have a point about that. Especially the pie part. I like pie."

Dhar Dovoro returns the grin only wider. "Probably because in the past I have. I'm probably one of the few people in Starfleet who really can understand the Ferengi and deal with them on their terms."

At his place, Albertz grins and nods, "Let's do it then." He raises his empty cup to his cousin, "Nothing ventured and nothing gained, hmmm. Och I wish I had some scotch about now!"

Harris reappears from the restroom or whereever he's been, looking about for his wife.

Mrs. Harris has been sharing a cider drink with a Scot; the two appear to be in kahoots judging by Meg's gleamish expression. "If ye do this right, Ham, I'll send ye a bottle from home."

Nabrun groans softly and shakes her head. "I get the feeling that it would be an interesting spectacle watching you haggling with a Ferengi."

Harris wraps his arms around his wife from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Just me," he whispers quickly.

. o O Harris thinks "Please don't toss me around for this. Please."

Dhar Dovoro takes another bite of donut, washing it down with the cider. "Oh, it was quite a sight to see. I'm actually looking forward to meeting Ambassador Lux. I think that we could have a wonderful working relationship."

Nabrun chuckles softly. "Speaking of Ambassadors, have you met Ambassador Rome?"

Donavon is about to flinch and react as suitable to her training but halts by words from her husband. She eases up, flushes, and smiles. "Take a seat, anamchara. Ham and I have to provide some entertainment."

Albertz stands and leaves viewport nook.

"Actually, I asked if you steal candy from babies," Lopez explains to Rome. "But yes. Good pie, good soup. Good cake too, but I've never found a replicator construct of it I like. Too... gooey, I guess."

Dhar Dovoro shakes his head to the counselor. "No, I haven't. If I recall, he is the Federation Ambassador assigned to the station."

Nabrun dips her head toward the man across the room. "And he's standing right over there," she replies with a grin. "Very nice gentleman. Once he's free, I'll introduce you, if you'd like?"

Albertz stands and leaves his seat, "Evenin' Rab...havenae seen ye in a long time." The Scot grins at the spouse of the erstwhile Donavon as he makes his way over to the WC's replicator. Whispering quietly to the computer, he orders something from it, "Terran...late nineteenth century...Cape Breton...horsehair..."

Harris releases his hold, gently backing away. "Entertainment?" he asks before he takes on a look of mock horror. "What have we done to deserve that?"

Rome ahs. "Steal candy from babies. Not often." He clasps his hands behind his back. "Too gooey? How can you say that? Gooey is good."

. o O Harris is happy to be here, just as long as Meg is here too.

Lopez sticks out her tongue. "You sound like an oatmeal fan," she accuses Rome.

Dhar Dovoro nods to Nabrun with a smile. "Of course I would like to meet him. Come now, if you haven't figured me out by now, I enjoy meeting new people. Especially if they will make for influential customers."

"By not spiking our cider with scotch or whiskey," deadpans Donavon. It isn't certain whether this is the truth coming from two Celts who fancy their scotch and whiskey.

Nabrun just shakes her head slowly and eyes Dhar, a brow going up. "You, my dear," she says in a dry drawl, "Are shameless. Absolutely shameless. I believe we'll have to work out a deal in which I receive a share of the proceeds for each new customers I refer." She grins, impishly.

Harris lifts a brow, his sunglasses keeping the twinkle of his eyes concealed. "You're punishing us for the lack of booze?" he asks before he can't keep up the farce and grins.

Donavon slides her shades halfway down her nose so that her eyes can stare at Harris. "Scotch and whiskey innae booze. It's our water."

Rome slaps a hand over his chest at that. "An oatmeal fan? Me? Take that back!" He drops his hand. "Certainly not. I enjoy a nice bottle of scotch for breakfast, actually."

Dhar Dovoro's antennae perk up at one of his favorite words. "Of course, my dear. I would be more than happy to agree to terms with you. I'm certain that we could come up with equitable deal."

Albertz reaches into the replicator and pulls out a suitably antique looking instrument, plucks it a few times, nods his approval and carries it back to Donavon. "Here we are, madam." he offers the fiddle to Meg.

Nabrun tilts her head to one side, a shrewd look coming over her face. "Five pounds of the best Terran chocolate you can find per customer."

"Scallawag. We'll discuss this at home," Rob replies diffidently, grinning as he settles into a seat at the nook and takes stock of the candy situation. "Gráim thú, anamchara."

The Ensign blinks, and says, "Breakfast? Was a time when a man who drank like that was gonna die."

Dhar Dovoro grins at the counselor offering his hand to seal the deal. "Agreed. I can live with those terms."

Krylow steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Krylow has arrived.

. o O Harris thinks "I love you, you knucklehead."

Nabrun quirks a brow at Dhar and grins. "I wasn't finished yet, Chief," she teases. "We've still got a little ways to go on this negotiation.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Rome assures Lopez. "If I did that, what would I have for dinner?" Duh. "Even I wouldn't drink an entire bottle of scotch before noon."

"Scurvy of the Seas, English Dog," quips Meg, eyes dancing, which pleasantly leave Rob's face to regard Albertz' gift. Ah a fiddle. She accepts the instrument and places it beneath the nook of her chin. There's a certain level of experience in holding the fiddle yet apprehension in not having done so in ages. "To de cats who'll love dis dearly." With the might of a fiddle and a bow, she plucks out a song filled with a bonny bonny beat.

GAME: Donavon spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Donavon (claiming advantage) contests her Artistic Expression (Fiddle) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

Krylow steps back into the Warp Core, his helmet now forgotten. The rest of the costume though is still in atendance. A little smile plays over his lips as he sees the party in full swing.

<CONTEST> Donavon (claiming advantage) contests her Artistic Expression (Fiddle) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

Dhar Dovoro sighs, lowering his hand. "I knew this deal was too god to be true. Alright, what are the rest of your terms?" Then his antennae twitch in another direction as he hears a bow being drawn across strings. "A violin? Someone is trying to play a violin."

Nabrun glances around for a moment then looks back to Dhar. "What do you feel is fair, then?" she asks, grinning. Apparently the Betazoid is rather cut-throatly competitive.

Harris wrinkles his nose and turns his attention to the candy bowl fully. Violins? What violins? There's candy corn to be had!

Dhar Dovoro considers the Betazoid even while his antennae try to locate the fiddle player. "Well, besides the chocolate, how about a ten percent finder's fee?"

GAME: Albertz spends a courage point.

Lopez picks off a loose scale from her ribcage, and shakes her head from side to side. "Its still not healthy, and if you've got that sort of fixation, you should see a therapist." She gestures aside, in the direction of Barana. "There are scads, I understand..."

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Artistic Expression (Folk Song) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Prochazka looks between t6he others present once more, blinking a little at the happenings.

Albertz clears his throat and grins at Donavon, "Been a while there, Irish? Are ye going tae be able tae keep up or not?"

Nabrun quirks a brow at Dhar and shakes her head with a sigh. "You disappoint me, Dhar Dovoro," she replies, looking hurt. "I thought you would offer 25 at least, and an equal discount on my own orders."

"Yes. That would be Counselor Nabrun." Rome glances toward Nabrun and back to Lopez. "I'm actually quite sane, so don't worry. What do /you/ have for breakfast? I assume not oatmeal. Or scotch."

Krylow makes his way into the coffee house, eyeing Donavon and the fiddle. After a moment he actually heads that way. Apparently he's a brave soul.

Donavon squeaks and squaks at the fiddle with a rising grimace. "Gimme a bit, Ham. Fingers innae loose for dis."

<CONTEST> Donavon (claiming advantage) contests her Artistic Expression (Fiddle) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

All is rectified. The fiddle's song flows out more smoothly to the charming tunes of a celtic joyful and bouncy tune.

Dhar Dovoro narrows a eye at Nabrun. "How about 20 percent with the same discount?"

"Tostada and croquetas," Lopez answers. "-if I have been a particularly good and diligent crewmember. Wash it down with café cubano. Would wake the dead, if they ever thought to give it to them."

Nabrun purses her lips slightly, apparently having to think that over. "Twenty percent finders fee, of the gross, plus 20 percent discount on my own orders, and five pounds of the best terran chocolate per customer?" she asks, watching his face.

"I have no idea what those are, I'm afraid." Rome states. "And what if you haven't been a particularly good and diligent crewmember?"

Albertz leans against the table Donavon's playing at faces the Irish with a smile. "So, it's Hallowe'en and I think that deserves a song about a witch...though...this isnae a terribly scary song, hmm?" He taps a finger against the tables edge in time with Donavon's tune, letting her work her way through the intro before joining in.

Ah, relief. The pained expression on Harris' face fades away, and he turns his attention back to his wife's playing instead of playing Raiders of the Candy Bucket.

At this point, Dhar puts on his poker face. "You drive a hard bargain, but I accept your terms."

Krylow grins to Donavon as he gets close. He watches the playing and listens for a moment, while leaning against a nearby table.

Foot rapping in rhythm to the fiddley way, Donavon's smile broadly cracks her face into laughter and cherishing enjoyment. This song draws her back to home and she nods slowly to Albertz to begin the singing.

Nabrun tilts her head slowly to one side. "Something tells me that I should hold out for more," she says with a sudden grin. "Alright, then, the terms are accepted." She holds out her hand, an almost solemn look on her face. But then she hears the fiddle. "What in the world is THAT?" she squeaks, looking around. "Do we need a doctor?"

. o O Donavon thinks "Dare ye to dance da jig Ham when ye sing"

Lopez grins and finds herself leaning back into the wall to talk a little more quietly, and listen to the music meanwhile. She rubs the space under her ear, fine hairs on her arm standing up straight. "Thick toast and little breaded ham things, Mr. Rome," Ana informs him. "And if I've been bad, then its just the coffee, because the only thing worse than being dressed down by your superiors is being LATE to have it done, and half-awake."

Dhar Dovoro shakes Nabrun's hand on the deal, before looking in the direction his antennae lead him. "It sounds like someone playing a violin. Though, it isn't the type of music that I usually play."

Albertz clears his throat, give Donavon a wide 'here we go' smile, and begins. His voice is a fairly serviceable baritone, plain and simple, you won't see him at Carnegie hall anytime soon. But his simple melody goes well with the haunting strains of Meg's fiddle...

Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield
Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field
Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound
There's none but the witch of the Westmoreland can make thee hale and soond"

So turn, turn your stallion's head 'til his red mane flies in the wind
And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind
And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by
below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry...

Rome turns so he can look off in the direction of the music, now that it doesn't sound like some poor feline's being strangled. "Oh, that's what they are. Perhaps I'll have to see that sometime." he remarks. "You get dressed down often?"

Nabrun crinkles her nose a little. "I'm...I'm not a big fan of violin and fiddle music. It reminds me of Klingon songs. But, well, this is Meg and Hamish..."

Harris lifts both of his eyebrows as he listens to the song, popping a piece of taffy into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

Dhar Dovoro looks a shade disappointed, sighing softly. "Maybe I can change your mind with a private recital."

Donavon draws her fetching smile from Albertz to reward her husband with a mischievious wag of her eyebrows. The bow slides across the fiddle in short and repetitive strums, emphasized at certain points in the song -- higher at bright star then falling into softness before breaking into a bright sucession of song which could encourage some to dance.

Krylow chuckles a little as he hears Nabrun's comparison. He glances her way, grinning as does. He pushes off the chair then and heads for the food and drink table, digging out a glass.

Lopez recognizes at the least one of the performers, and smiles a little. "So course well, my brindled hounds," she says quietly, and taps her fingers on her forearm. "No," she says to Rome. "No, not at all since I've come aboard. I'm usually very good, because I get cranky if I skip breakfast. Do you know them?" she asks, and gestures to the Harris party.

. o O Krylow thinks "A Klingon song? Its not that bad. Bad, but not that bad."

Nabrun shudders delicately. "Perhaps," she tells Dhar. "I suppose it's a cultural thing, and different races like different types of music. Most people can't understand why I like horns so much. But good Terran jazz? Chocolate for the ears."

"It's good to be good." Rome pauses and considers the Harris' and Albertz when Lopez points them out. "That... is Nurse Albertz." he says, pointing him out. "The others look familiar, but I don't really know them."

Albertz continues on, still tapping the beat to the song on the side of the table, grinning back at Donavon.

Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?"

"I seek the Witch of the Westmorland that dwells by the winding mere"

And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way

Til throught the cleft in the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay

At this point the Scot's voice softens somewhat, as if talking to fond companions,
He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk
And thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk,
But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call
For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all..."

Anderson steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Anderson has arrived.

Dhar Dovoro smiles at her. "Terran jazz is good. However, I've been trained to play Terran classical pieces. They are a little softer on the ears than the songs of the highlands like they are playing."

Nabrun mmms at Dhar and nods, though seems dubious. Then, however, she catches sight of Alek and waves to him, apparently beckoning him over.

Anderson walks in and smiles as he looks around the room and heads for the counter counter dodging the larger decorations.

Krylow catches Nabrun's wave, and heads in her direction. One hand holds a cider and the other an apple. What a spoil sport with all the candy around. "Hello again," he says to Barana and Dhar as he approaches.

Harris closes his eyes, lowering his head to his arms as he watches Meg play.

Tune crystal clear in its devilish brightness draws into a chorus of low haunting sounds. Donavon let loose her smiles to family and kin about. When Albertz hits winding water lay, the Irish cues in a short moment's solo on the fiddle. A repeat to the previous stanzas though uppity for the bow hits the fiddle to strike louder tones. This fades to match the whispered lyrics from Albertz, returning to its haunting ways.

Prochazka has closed his eyes where he's seated off to the side, simply listening to the entertainment.

Dhar Dovoro nods to Krylow as he approaches the couch. "Hello again, sir."

Anderson gets to the counter and takes one of the many warm cups of cider and sips on it gently, as he turns around again to see what all is going on.

Nabrun smiles warmly at Krylow. "Evening again, Alek. Everything alright?"

. o O Albertz is thrilled by the quality of Donavon's fiddling, it makes him feel like his singing's a bit inadequate but he still loves it. It reminds him of being home, on Earth.

Krylow nods and smiles to Nabrun. "Yup. Sorry about leaving so quickly, just had a couple of things to look after. How are you doing Barana?"

. o O Harris loses himself in the song.

Albertz's voice goes to a near hush for the next verse, before rising in excitment at the end.

And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield
And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield
And wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she
One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body

The crescendo continues and Albertz's voice sounds out loud and clear, the hunt is on...
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
Saying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"

Donavon stands up from her seat to crank out the haughty, clear and loud, song. Her head tilts and bobs along with the music, cheeks risen in a flush of round out excitement. She goes to tap her foot slightly, then hints by a look to husband dear to clap along.

Dhar Dovoro quietly sips his cider as Krylow speaks with Nabrun.

Nabrun chuckles quietly. "I just made a lovely deal with Dhar regarding my finder's fee for referring customers and I'm trying to learn to enjoy the fiddle music. I...it's lovely, I think.

Anderson looks on at the music and taps his foot along with the music.

And it's a gentle tone for the finish of the song,

She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rown shield
For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"
And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue, bound round withh a silver chain
And she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again

And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay
And he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day
She said "Ride with your brindled hound at heel, and your good grey hawk in hand
There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland..."

Krylow rolls his eyes a little, getting away with it alive because his back is to Meg. "The Irish sure are a very interesting people. I'm not sure if the fiddle is really my cup of tea. That's the first time I've heard it live." His comments are directed to Dhar as well, should the man want to join in.

Harris pushes up, offering a loud bit of applause for the end of the song.

Albertz finishes off with a flourish and stands there, grinning at Meg. "Well..that was alright, I think. Seems we didnae drive half the people off we should've, hmm?!" he winks at his accompanist and claps her on the shoulder, fondly.

Dhar Dovoro finishes his cider, then glances to Nabrun. "I'm sorry Barana. It looks like it is time for me to be going. There's a freighter that's arriving early tomorrow and I have to check in the cargo." He then dips his head to Krylow. "Sir."

Anderson sets his cider down and claps.

Tshaya applauds as well, with a grin, and then her attention is distracted by one of her staff. After a moment's whispering, she grimaces, and heads for the door. "... and keep 'em happy!" she instructs. "I'll be back in a bit."

Tshaya moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Tshaya has left.

Tshaya passes through a pair of sliding double doors and into the 'Warp Core' shop.

Tshaya has left.

Robert Harris has arrived.

GAME: Robert Harris is joining this location.

Robert Harris has left.

Lopez puts her hands together, and even puts a loud streaming whistle into the air. Beside her, she says, "Mr. Rome, its been a pleasure. I'm a little cold, though, so I plan on departing directly."

Nabrun looks to Dhar for a moment and blinks. "How late is it?" she asks, brow furrowing slightly.

Tshaya moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Tshaya has left.

Donavon lets out a wild whoop before the song fades into completion. With an equal flourish, she slides the fiddle off her shoulder and nudges an elbow to Albertz' side. "Think again, foul Scot. Look at da folks scurry away. We could have emptied her more quick with a blow of our pipes." Offering a smile to all, she bows before turning to accept a hug from an expecting husband.

Rome offers his own round of applause at the end of the song. "Ah, that's a shame, but understandable." he replies, flashing a smile at Lopez. "I hope I'll see you again sometime soon."

Dhar Dovoro shakes a head at Nabrun. "Not too late for you. Please, you don't have to go on my account.

Krylow nods to Dhar. "Good night," he says to the man, and steps to the side. "Its not too late, not yet," he says, turning to clap for the player and singer.

Harris wraps his arms around Meg, squeezing fiercely. Harris whispers to Donavon, "I love you."

Albertz laughs at Donavon and looks quite pleased by the applause, even if it's just polite applause. Clearing his throat he heads to the table containing the spread and pours himself some more cider, draining half in one go he looks around at the gathered crowd. Eventually he wanders over to Vampire and Mermaid, "Well...it's nice tae see we didnae clear the entire joint out!"

Nabrun dips her head and grins at Dhar. "It was good doing business with you, Dhar, and thank you for keeping me company. I'll see you soon, I hope."

Dhar Dovoro smiles sweetly at her. "And I enjoyed it as well, Barana. And don't worry, I'll see you soon enough." He then heads out of the door.

Dhar Dovoro moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Dhar Dovoro has left.

Lopez responds to that, "Its not that large of a station, Mr. Rome. If you stand at a door long enough you see yourself walk by. Don't drink too much Scotch," she warns. "Hamish," she says, nearly walking into the poor fellow. "I didn't know you sang. And the song isn't clearing me out so much as the temperature. In this outfit, if I hang around too much longer, someone could lose an eye. See you about."

Takamura steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Takamura has arrived.

Valentine steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Valentine has arrived.

Rome offers a friendly smile to Albertz when he wanders on over. "It was a lovely song." he comments.

Donavon welcomes the arms, content to remain there for a while. Donavon whispers to Harris, "Graim thu, anamchara."

Krylow gestures towards the newly vacated seat. "Mind if I have a seat Barana?"

The normally quite manly Takamura is the picture of femininity tonight. He wears a white kimono and haori decorated with a yellow flower motif. An elaborately tied obi encircles his waist adding a splash of color in the shade of faded buttercups. A pair of white tabi socks and a pair of yellow zori sandals cover his feet. In his hands, he carries a small handbag dyed to match his obi. His long black hair has been bound up lightly, softly, rounded and simple with a pair of creme hairsticks holding it all together. Perhaps the most striking thing, however is his face. His entire face and neck is painted a stark white. His lips are a brightly shaded red. His eyebrows have been neatly shaped and a bit of masscara applied to his lashes.

Nabrun gestures to the vacant seat and chuckles softly. "Not at all, Alek. Please, make yourself comfortab...Deities Bless." She just stares at Tak for a moment.

Albertz chuckles and nods his thanks to both compliments at the same time dodging Lopez, "Thank ye, both. Meg and I are sometimes loathe tae make a spectacle of ourselves...for obvioius reasons." A pause, "Yuir leaving eh? Well, can I walk wi' ye a moment...tae the lift at least?"

Anderson is standing near the counter sipping some warm cider looking over the crowd and smiling.

Krylow glances over his shoulder as Nabrun's comment. He eyes his commander with not a little disbelief. He doesn't say a word though. Instead he sits down on the couch, looks agian and then glances over to Barana, saying something to her.

Krylow sits down at plush couch.

At his place, Krylow says "What is he wearing?"

Prochazka blinks, from where he's seated, shaking his head quite a bit, as he mutters some words in Czech. This after he's notices Takamura's entrance. He then goes quiet again.

Which would make Tara the manly samurai warrior, right? The menacing form of a large Samurai stands before you... Er, okay, so she's not very menacing, or even large. But she is encased in the armor of her ancestors. Elaborately decorated in red and black silks, the metal and leather armor cover the warrior from head to toe. The do protects her chest. The kote covers her arms. The suneate and haidate defend her legs. The sode protect her shoulders from blades or arrows. Her head is covered by a large kabuto that flares in the back to protect her neck. Rising from the center of the forehead of the helmet is a U-shaped piece like a flat set of horns. An obi encircles her waist, securing the (fake) katana and wakizashi to the warrior's left hip. She pauses, then tugs at Hiro's sleeve, gesturing toward the Harris-Donavon pair.

Harris tugs Meg into the nook with him, not releasing his hold on her. "Candy?" he asks softly.

Harris sits down at viewport nook.

Nabrun's mouth works, but she doesn't say anything to Krylow just yet. She just stares at Takamura and Valentine. A moment later, she shakes her head and looks back to Krylow, eyes wide.

At her place, Nabrun says "I don't know, Alek. I just know that I'm scared."

Takamura dips his head deferentially to Valentine following her over towards the Harrises.

Donavon collapses back to the nook, crushed in the arms of her beloved. "Chocolate caramels?" Eyes hunt for the requested piece before they catch new colors ahead. A slight widening to her eyes before she easily relaxes against Rob.

At her place, Donavon says "Company arrives. And our costumes are far better in the couple department than theirs. Crime fighting skin suits ALWAYS wins." She winks"

At his place, Krylow shakes his head a little. "I know what Tara's wearing. Its some sort of armor that ancient warriors in Japan wore. I have no idea what's he wearing though."

Valentine stifles a grin, leading Tak over to the married couple. "Evening, Meg, Rob. Uh, can we have a moment of y'all's time? Won't take long, but it's important."

Nabrun's voice is a little higher than normal, especially considering she's trying to be quiet. "I think he came to the party as a geisha. If he asks to serve you tea, run. Just...run."

. o O Valentine is positively gleeful and happy, just brimming with good if exhausted cheer.

Krylow glances to Nabrun, and then to Tak. He says nothing though. Instead he looks at the costumes for another moment and shrugs. "Well, I think that's by far the most interesting costime of the evening."

. o O Donavon thinks "If the next thing you say is sexual, Valentine, so help me not to respond in a snapish tone"

Lifting both of his brows, Harris offers a wry grin and gestures to the other side of the nook. "Sure, just as long as you don't decide you want to duel. I'd have to bounce jawbreakers off your head."

Takamura bows to to Harris and Donavon before gracefully sitting down with them. Speaking softly, he says, "My samurai would have to defend me in any duel."

Takamura sits down at viewport nook.

Lopez raises an eyebrow, and shrugs a little. "I don't see why not," she responds, and gestures to the door before she herself moves to go through it. "Ugh, don't ever let me wear this again."

Lopez moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Lopez has left.

Albertz moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Albertz has left.

Nabrun shakes her head slowly. "Definitely the most interesting," she replies in a quiet voice. "It's...it's beautiful and frightening at the same time. He looks like a delicate flower of womanhood, and I think that's what's scares me most of all. He does it WELL."

Rome takes to leaning against a wall by himself now. Just a-leanin' and a-people watchin'.

"Fear his jawbreaker powers. It is mighty against your weak samurai glory," mocks Donavon in a low whispered tone just before stuffing caramel into her mouth. Mmmm..caramel.

Valentine snickers quietly, sliding into the nook as well. She's not quite able to keep the same straight face that her geisha can. "We'll try to avoid duels tonight."

Valentine sits down at viewport nook.

Harris shakes his head wryly before lowering his voice.

At his place, Harris says "So, what's up?"

At his place, Takamura looks over to Valentine, deferring to her so she can give the news.

At her place, Valentine glances toward Tak, then leans forward. "For your ears only," she looks back and forth between the couple, "We've received a message from the other side of the Mirror, from Chris. Apparently, she's alive, but desperately in need of chocolate and shoes. Assuming the message is a recent one. We haven't confirmed that yet."

Krylow grins at Nabrun's comment and nods. "Yes, I think that's the scary part." He settles back on the couch a little more, taking a sip from his cup. "I didn't get a chance to ask. What's your costume?"

Harris just stares at Valentine for a long moment, his jaw hanging open.

. o O Harris is shocked. Absolutely shocked.

Valentine smiles toward the man, and reaches for some candy from the bowl on the table. "Have some?" she inquires of Tak.

Nabrun tilts her head to the side and looks down at her costume. "Well...I was aiming for 1950's starlet. But I think I fell short somewhere. Maybe in the heels."

Takamura nods to Valentine as he daintily takes some candy out of the bowl. Then he carefully places it in his mouth so that he doesn't mess up his makeup.

Donavon doesn't speak much, merely chews in considering the best words to reply with. Her expression isn't astonished, rather perplexed and too serious.

Anderson goes home.

Anderson has left.

Krylow grins to her. "Well, I can't comment on the accuracy. I can comment on the excellent look of it though," he says to her. "It is a very beautiful costume."

Prochazka gets to his feet, finally, and heads over to the door, and out of the room.

Nabrun ducks her head and smiles softly. "Thank you. You should have seen me trying to totter in. The only way I made it across the room was the well-placed chairs.

. o O Donavon thinks "How in the bloody hell did you acquire any bit of this classified material?"

. o O Krylow thinks "Takamura and Valentine have the most interesting, and Barana has one of the best looking."

Harris clears his throat, gently releasing Meg from his arms. "If... uh... If you'll excuse me?"

. o O Harris thinks "I will not cry in front of everyone I know. I will -not-."

Valentine gives Rob an anxious look, though she nods as she sits back.

"Oh, I saw you on the way in," Krylow says, glancing down to the heels. "As much help as you needed from the chairs, you still get points for wearing those torture devices."

Takamura sighs softly, looking at Harris with more than a little bit of concern.

Rome peers toward the two couples talking momentarily, then looks off toward, ah... the counter.

Donavon latches a hand to her husband's wrist, then rises with him. "If you'll both excuse us," comes a strained and heated tone.

Harris stands and leaves viewport nook.

Nabrun starts to say something to Krylow, then suddenly turns toward Donavon and Harris, a slight frown marring her brow. She raises a finger to Alek.

Donavon stands and leaves viewport nook.

Valentine glances toward Tak, looking /very/ confused.

Harris adjusts his sunglasses, and tries to make it seem like he's fleeing the scene while he's fleeing the scene. You know, escaping casually.

Krylow doesn't really need Barana's 'wait a moment' gesture. He's noted the change in Meg and Rob's tone. He glances towards the nook, frowning a little as the Harris' stand so abruptly.

Takamura frowns at the reaction of the Harrises, but doesn't interfere. He just gives a look of reassurance.

Donavon leaves with her husband without making any feint as to why she leaves. She just -does-. Yet her hand remains latched to her husband's.

Harris moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Harris has left.

Donavon moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Donavon has left.

Valentine watches the pair go, and looks back to Tak, murmuring quietly.

At her place, Valentine says "Okay, did I miss something somewhere?"

Nabrun watches the Harrises leave as well, then sighs and turns back to Krylow. "Do you think that your CO would trade shoes with me for a few minutes? Though, I don't think he could fit into mine. His look more comfortable.

. o O Valentine's happiness trades for confusion and anxiety. Gee, fun. What a night.

At his place, Takamura says "Rob doesn't like to show his emotions in public and Meg was going to be supportive."

At her place, Valentine nods. "I can understand that, but she sounded pissed."

At his place, Takamura says "Meg gets that way sometimes when things bother her. She probably has a lot of questions that she wants answers for. And we can't give them to her right now."

Krylow likewise watches Donavon and Harris leave. Barana's voice catches his attention and he glances to her. "I don't think it would match his carefully designed costume," he says, a little distracted. He shakes his head a little and then smiles to her. "Just take them off. I ditched my helmet for comfort, after all."

. o O Krylow thinks "This night keeps getting stanger and stranger. That didn't look good at all."

At her place, Valentine nods, accepting that. "Remind me to apologize later." She shakes her head, chewing on candy.

Nabrun tilts her head and smiles wryly. "Well, you see, Alek...doesn't quite work that way. If I take the shoes off, then I ruin the stockings. On the other hand, they're more decorative shoes than useful. After what I had to pay for the stockings, the shoes stay on. Blisters are worth it.

Rome pushes off of the wall, gives the place one last look around, and wanders off toward the exit silently.

Krylow chuckles a little. "I see. Well, they are your feet. They serve their decorative purpose quite well. I can't imagine walking in something like that though." He glances down at the shoes again and then back up to her. "This was the best Halloween party I've been too. How about you?"

At his place, Takamura shakes his head at her. "Don't worry about it. You did the right thing by telling them."

Nabrun grins at Krylow, but then raises her hand. "Ambassador Rome? Leaving so soon, without saying Happy Halloween?" she calls, smile warm, a touch teasing.

At her place, Valentine nods. "I think so too. If I'd known they were going to react that way, though, I'd've asked 'em outside or something."

At his place, Takamura sighs softly, trying to be put this gently. "That was what I had meant by telling them in private. But, what's done is done. And this is a party, so we should probaly mingle with the others.

Rome stops short when he hears his name, and title, and turns to flash a smile at Nabrun. "Of course not! I was merely making sure the path was clear for others." He strolls in the direction of the couch, so he doesn't have to shout across the room. "Happy Halloween."

Prochazka moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Prochazka has left.

At her place, Valentine blinks at him. "/Oh/. I thought you were referring to-" she glances around, "Something else."

Krylow smiles to the ambassador and nods to him. "Happy Halloween Ambassador." That said, he takes a sip from his drink, relaxing on the couch as he does.

Nabrun uses her free hand to gesture. "Ambassador Hudson Rome, this is Ensign Alek Krylow. Alek, Ambassador Rome, one of the first friends I made aboard the station.

Takamura shakes his head at Valentine, then gestures towards the others present. "Let's go have some fun. Afterall, I don't want to have gotten all dressed up with no place to go."

Valentine smiles slightly. "Good point. Dunno how long I'm going to last though. It's been... a long day."

Takamura nods to her. "I understand. But, at least we can visit Alek and Barana."

"Sounds good to me." Tucking her swords carefully out of the way, Tara rises. "C'mon, girlie."

Valentine stands and leaves viewport nook.

Takamura stands and leaves viewport nook.

Rome tips his head toward Krylow. "It's a pleasure, Ensign Krylow." He smiles and looks between the two. "Both of you are enjoying the party?"

Krylow smiles again to Rome. "The pleasure is mine ambassador," he says to the man. "A had to leave for a little while, but the party has been fun other than that. And you?"

Takamura carefully rises from his seat and smooths his silk kimono out. Taking tiny steps, he follows his 'manly samurai' over to the couch.

Nabrun glances around Rome to watch the oncoming mountain and molehill. She just blinks, then smiles, raising a hand in greeting. "Yes, Hudson, we're having a wonderful time. I've enjoyed looking at the costumes and seeing everyone. This is one of the few parties I've ever been to.

Valentine gives the trio a pleasant smile. "Evening, folks." She glances behind her toward Tak, then gives Rome an amused look. "Hands off, she's mine."

"It's been... nice." Rome states, his smile still present. And there's more people. "Tara. Lieutenant Takamura." he greets. "Far be it for me to try and take another man's woman."

Takamura bows submissively to the trio gathered at the couch. It seems that Hiroshi has really gotten into character with this costume. Softly, he replies. "Good evening, Ambassador, Barana, Alek."

Krylow smiles to Takamura and Tara as they arrive. "Nice costumes," he says to them. "I really like Hiroshi's. It suits our fercious leader," he says with a grin.

Nabrun makes a very quiet squeaking noise as she looks at Tak, then to Rome, then finally to Valentine. "I think that your, ah, woman is safe, Ens. Valentine." She looks helpless for a moment. "Would you three care to join us? Have some cider and sweets? This seems like a good time to indulge in the sweet things."

Valentine chuckles. "Just so we're clear on that. Hey, Alek, you're looking pretty good yourself." Perk! "Cider and sweets. That sounds great right now. Only if you call me Tara though."

Krylow grins to Tara. "Thanks Tara. I kinda like the silly boots," he says, modeling them a bit. "Please, feel free to join us. The more the merrier."

Rome regards the couch. "If we do, it looks like Lieutenant Takamura will have to sit in her better half's lap."

Since 'her' daimyo says it's okay, Takamura takes a seat on the couch. The oversized geiko, the Kyoto version of a geisha, slowly lowers 'herself' to a seated position. The entire motion is done with grace and poise.

Nabrun looks a bit helpless, again, then rolls to her feet. "Alright...Let me go get some drinks and snacks for everyone." And then it's totter-time. She says slowly, just once.

Valentine gives Barana an odd look, then shrugs and slides onto the couch. "She better wiggle like there's no tomorrow if she does, Ambassador."

Krylow glances over as Barana stands. "Hey, have a seat. I'll grab them. My boots might be silly, but they aren't hurting either." Whether she listens or not, he stands as well. Yes, they're all playing musical chairs with the couch it would seem. Up and down, up and down, where we stop nobody knows.

"You like a wiggler in your lap?" Rome glances at those that stand. "Are you sure you want to give up your seats now?"

Takamura sits down at plush couch.

Valentine sits down at plush couch.

Nabrun totters where she is for a moment, then she overbalances and then teeters, ending up back on the couch, flat on her dress-covered assets. "Ok, plan B," she says brightly. "Alek will go for the comestibles. Otherwise we'd be wearing them, I'm afraid. And Tara works, if you'll call me Barana.

Krylow stands and leaves plush couch.

Takamura chuckles demurely at both Valentine's and Rome's comments. He then looks concerned at the tottering of the counselor. "Are you alright, Barana? That looked like it hurt."

Valentine just smirks at the Ambassador. "Oh, you're a dear, Alek. Chivalry isn't dead after all." She grins at the Counselor. "Already said I would, on the bridge that one day, remember?"

Krylow grins a little as Barana falls back to the couch. "Any special requests?" he asks as he heads for the table, picking up a tray there. He begins to add items to the tray, choosing quite a variety, including a fair amount of chocolate."

Rome remains standing, resisting the impulse to steal Krylow's vacated seat. "Someone isn't practiced in heels." he comments.

Albertz steps into the Warp Core from the mall.

Albertz has arrived.

Nabrun crinkles her nose and laughs quietly, holding up one foot slightly. "Four inch heels and I don't exactly agree, no," she tells the assembled. "And I remember, Tara. Sorry about that. It's the heels, they're muddling my brain. The higher the heels, the lower the intelligence, at least as far as Betazoids are concerned nowdays. And no thank you, Alek. Just some cider for me. I think, with alcohol, Hamish would have to carry me to the infirmary, or whomever I took out on the way down.

Takamura feels like he can break into some humor since Nabrun is alright. "I could always offer you the use of my sandals. They might make it a little easier for you to get around." Looking to Krylow, he responds, "Some cider would be fine, thank you, Alek."

Krylow grins in Barana's direction at the comments, and then lifts up the tray and makes his way back over. Cider enough for all, and more than enough sweets. He offers it in turn to those gathered, letting them pick and choose. "You know, I think you wore those heels just for for the attention," teases Alek, as he plays Rocketman Waiter.

Albertz strides back in to find a significantly emptier WC than before. "Hmm...all the wee ghosties and goblins are back tae the underworld for another yer, I think."

"Cider would be great," Tara murmurs, then repeats herself a little louder. Fancy costumes or no, Tara snugs a bit into her geisha, falling pretty quiet.

Nabrun cocks her head slightly to the side and grins, cheeks turning just a bit pink. "I wore them because they're what the book said that the starlets wore. It's been...interesting, to say the least. I'm just glad no one asked me to dance." She blinks at Tak, then deadpans, gently, "I don't think they'd go with your costume."

"I should be going..." Rome smiles some. "It's been fun, but there's always work to do."

Krylow slides the tray onto a nearby table after taking a cider for himself. He sits back the couch, cider resting on his knee. "Well, you've got to be faithful to the book. I'll forgive you this time." He glances up to Rome and nods. "Take care Amabassador," he says politely to the man.

Takamura grins at the snuggling samurai before nodding to Rome. "Good night, Ambassador." Back to Nabrun, he replies. "Well, I'm willing to make sacrifices for the safety of my crew."

Nabrun offers Rome a warm smile. "I look forward to seeing you soon, Ambassador," she says quietly. "It's been too long. And thank you, Alek. Those look wonderful.

"Of course." Rome replies to Nabrun, and to everyone he says, "Good night." Then he turns about and heads for the exit.

Albertz drifts over to the candy table, grabbing a handful of something chewy and sour. Popping a bunch in his mouth, he heads towards the group on the couch. "Well, I have tae say it's an absolute crime if ye and Val didnae earn a prize for yuir costumes tonight, Leftenant."

Krylow sits down at plush couch.

Rome moves through the sliding double doors, exiting to the mall.

Rome has left.

Krylow grins to Barana. "Don't mention it." Then he hears Albertz comment and nods to Takamura. "There are by far the most interesting and daring costumes I saw tonight. Very nice indeed."

Takamura takes a careful sip of his cider so he doesn't smudge his lipstick. "Thank you, Hamish. But, I didn't realize that there were going to be prizes given."

Nabrun waves to Albertz and grins. "Come join us, Hamish? And I agree. Those were the best costumes I saw tonight. For you, Tak, I have to say, I don't think I'm TOO much of a danger to your crew. Not this week, at least.

Takamura smiling back at Nabrun, he clarifies. "Well, since I'm the ranking officer present, that makes you part of my crew right now. Hence, I have to look after your safety as well."

Albertz sits down at plush couch.

. o O Krylow thinks "Geez Hiroshi, relax a bit. They're shoes, not phasers. Damn nice shoes. I suppose there's a danger, but its not what he's expecting."

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Albertz plops into a seat on the couch, as per Nabrun's offer. "I dinnae think there were...a shame really." He grins, "I think Ana Lopez may have given ye a run for yuir money, though."

. o O Krylow is feeling content and relaxed, and enjoying the company.

. o O Takamura thinks "I really hope she doesn't take me up on that offer, since I'm not sure /I/ could walk in those shoes either."

. o O Albertz is surpremely thrilled about someone or something that just happened.

Krylow remains quiet for the moment, just listening the banter. He's got a small smile on his face while listening, obviously in a good mood.

Nabrun glances over at Albertz, flushing a little, and chuckles. "Which costume did you think was the best, Hamish? I didn't see all of them, of course..." She trails off and reaches for a cup of cider, toasting Alek with it briefly.

Takamura quirks a brow at Albertz. "Ana Lopez? I'm not sure I saw her costume. She might have left before I got here. Tara and I were late for the party. What was her costume?"

. o O Takamura thinks "I wonder what my teammates really think of my costume. I'm sure I'll hear all the whisperings tomorrow at PT."

Albertz shifts the candies from one hand to the other, considering Nabrun's question. "Well...for humor and co-ordination, Valentine and Takamura, most definitely. But...for sheer class, it had tae have been Ana. She was dressed as a mermaid, I think. Or a goddess. She somehow managed tae cover herself wi' scales," he explains to Tak.

Krylow grins to the group. "Come on, the best costume had to have been Caleb Foster. His Timefleet costume was impeccable, just like the real thing." Somehow Alek actually gets that out without laughing. He can't stop grinning though.

Nabrun covers her mouth, attempting to hide a smile at Alek's words.

Albertz laughs, pops some candy in his mouth, somehow managing to avoid choking in the process.

Takamura shakes his head at Albertz, having a hard time believing his ears. "Scales, you say? I hope someone took a picture of her." He then turns to Alek with a grin and a soft laugh. "I think that would have to fall under the most original costume."

. o O Takamura thinks "I think I'll have to talk to Caleb about getting into the spirit of things."

Krylow chuckles a little himself, at the rather bad joke. "There was a woman here earlier, in a cat costume. I'm not sure who it was but it was a great costume as well. She left early though. There were some great costumes tonight."

Albertz extends his right, then left fist. 'H', then 'A'. "Solid," he agrees with Krylow.

Nabrun settles back, seeming to relax, finally. "I enjoyed tonight, even with the fiddle playing." She gives Albertz a wry, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry that I'm not a big violin fan. I think it may be something cultural. The fiddle, to me, sounds almost like a Klingon instrument."

Takamura looks between Albertz and Nabrun. "Fiddle playing? Who was playing the fiddle?"

"Meg has," Alek says to Tak. "She had just finished a little while before you arrived." He does eye Albertz a little, not quite sure what to make of 'solid.'

Albertz hmms, "Well...it's nae for everyone, certainly. Meg and I probably would have been better off by saving that for the Neutral Zone. A wee bit more appropriate." He grins at Tak elaborating needlessly, "Meg and I. Well...she was playing. I just yowled along."

. o O Krylow thinks "Solid? Uhuh. I would love to whole what was said at the table. Meg and Rob sure bolted quick enough."

Nabrun laughs quietly. "Now the yowling was fine. You have an excellent voice. It was the feline torture that scared me a touch. Of course, I've heard that bagpipes are worse." Uhoh, someone's in a teasing mood.

Takamura looks a bit surprised. "I never knew Meg played the fiddle. Well, it sounds like there were all sorts of surprises tonight. They say that Halloween brings out all sorts of things in people."

Krylow can't help but grin and glance at Takamura's costume. "Do they? Dare I ask what it brought out in you?" he asks, grinning broadly.

Nabrun deadpans, quietly, "His feminine side."

Albertz laughs uproariously at Nabrun's comment. This from the man who wears a kilt without a second thought.

Takamura grins at Barana's witty reply and bows his head in appreciation. "Yes, I suppose that would be an accurate assessment."

. o O Takamura thinks "That was a good one Barana."

Krylow just continues to grin at the turn in conversation. He does take the occasional sip from his cider.

. o O Takamura feels amused and relaxed, even if he is wearing unfamiliar clothing.

A quiet laugh escapes her and she shakes her head. "You look wonderful, Tak. Frightening, but wonderful. It's one of those costumes that challenges preconceived notions." Barana seems rather relaxed, for once. Apparently someone removed the stick.

Takamura smiles broadly, breaking character by actually laughing out loud. "Thank you, Barana. And would you care to expand on that thought?"

. o O Takamura feels slightly embarrased by the compliment. Good thing the white face paint is covering the blush of his cheeks.

Krylow glances to Barana. "Yes indeed, please enlighten us. That sounds very interesting," he says, perhaps returning a little of her earlier teasing.

Nabrun very nearly whimpers. "Well," she says quietly. "I hope you don't take offense, Tak, but I remember you in your male form. I half expect you, as what appears to be a geiko, to drop into a sumo stance. I'm afraid the mental image of the station being under red alert and you having to respond crossed my mind."