Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Draddok Ahearn (Chief Science Officer) in Christmas Party

Posted by Ensign Auzria Voq (Scientist) in Christmas Party

Posted by Lieutenant Greve Shaidi (Chief Medical Officer) in Christmas Party
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The following was displayed on all consoles.

“Come one, come all, tot he annual Wolverine Christmas Party. Bring a big appetite and lots of good cheer. Warning, the punch may be spiked. The theme this year is silver and gold, uniforms not required.”

On the holodeck Alita had dove headlong into this project. It meant she didn’t have to think about all the strangeness and sadness she had experienced lately. It was hard to figure out a theme. Christmas in New Orleans was out without a lot more research to do it justice. She had thought about just taking them to the California house. Christmases there were always magical and sweet. Unfortunately the program wasn’t finished and her last memory of it was private and special. It could have been more special if she had just taken some initiative.

‘Oh but enough of that!’ she thought.

The event space was a large rectangle with a door down the middle of one of the sides. Directly across from it was a large Christmas tree laden with garlands and lights. As before, she had boxes of decorations for the crew to choose from. She wondered if Remy would remember the star she had given him last year but tried to move her thoughts on from that as well.

On the left end of the rectangular space was a large fireplace that crackled with life and, on the opposite end, was the buffet. The open space of the room was filled with groups of tables and places for dancing.

One of the people working on decor with her, probably Mimi, had hung an obscene amount of mistletoe. For the life of her, Alita couldn’t understand why. As Alita looked at it with a critical eye, she thought it might be a bit garish until she dimmed the lights and lit the candles which gave the whole place a twinkling effect.

• Alita

Greve had found her way to the holodeck, although, she had not been so keen on dressing up. In fact, the most ‘Chrsitmas’ spirit she showed, was the gold and silver winter sweater she wore, and the small reindeer antlers she had in her hand, but was debating on whether or not to wear them. Of course, Greve was an Orion, and Christmas was not a holiday she was accustomed to. Although, that didn’t stop her from celebrating with those who did endeavour the holiday. Quietly, she glanced around the establishment, a sense of curosity about her gaze. It was beautiful, she couldn’t deny that.

Dr. Shaidi
CMO

Auzria, who had never been much of a partier, showed up simply for the hell of it. Recognizing the ‘theme,’ she went simple with it. Having pulled on silver-tinged blouse and golden stained earrings, she called it good. Brushing her hands against the white, slim jeans she wore, as if brushing off hair, a simple habit, she stepped on to the Holodeck, looking around. She caught sight of the doctor, but only gave a nod, searching for others and whoever had put on this party.

Azuria Voq
Science

Ahearn arrived soon after. He was dressed in a sequined red suit that reflected the light and, set against his green skin, made him look like something out of a tacky Christmas catalog from the times of Earth’s mid-twentieth century. On his shoulder, he carried a large box. Various ribbons and bows peeked out of the top, and the sound of glass clinking came from inside. Looking at the assemblage, he said in his lilting Irish accent “So where do ya want these presents and party-favors, then?” and gave Alita a big smile. It seemed that the Chief Scientist was in something of a holiday spirit.

Ahearn, CSO

To the left of the large Christmas tree was a bay window lit with candles and a large poinsettia took up most of the lower half. Alita had just finished tying a silver bow on a wreath hanging from the top of the window. Jumping from the chair she’d been standing on she greeted her friends with wide smiles.

“Those can go on the circular table next to the buffet and my, don’t you look like a Christmas card…” she said smiling a bit at Ahern.

• Alita