The atmosphere in the engineering decks was one of excitement. Everyone had been looking forward to the coming party. Everywhere costumed engineers flitted about, stringing up makeshift decorations - as he watched, someone draped in a ghostly bedsheet was busy hanging a model skeleton "borrowed" from medbay from a gantry. Someone else - who was giving an impressive imitation of a headless corpse - was making some modifications to the shipwide comms to give them a sound system. He had to wonder where the hell some of them had managed to get their hands on their costumes. There was someone in full Dracula regalia - how did you lay your hands on that on a starship?
For his part, Scotty was sporting a dealthy pallor (with thanks to the young lady who'd offered the use of her make-up) and strategic splashes of fake blood (it was amazing what you could get the replicators to produce if you knew the programming code). He'd been told before he looked kind of like
the bloke from that old zombie film, and it was generally an easy last-minute halloween costume.
People from other departments were starting to arrive. He found a cup and poured himself a glass of the brew its victims had affectionately dubbed 'Rocket Fuel'. In a rare fit of excellent timing, Headless Corpse finally got the comms to cooperate, and music started blaring. Brilliant. Time to get this party started.
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