Fourth Floor Common Room: Thursday Afternoon.

[sonofmogh]

Anyone coming into the common room would notice that it had been re-arranged for a more formal seating area. They might also notice various bits of futuristic equipment that have been dressed up in various cloth napkins to resemble some very crude clothing

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[notyourpawn]

It had been ages since Alice had received a proper tea invite. So she put on her very best pinafore and found her way to the fourth floor common room.

... sure, she would be late for work, but there were more important things.

"Good eeeeeeeevening," she said snootily, from the doorway. It was afternoon, but 'afternoon' was harder to sneer. "Mrs. Pennywhistle. I believe I was invited? How darling of you to have me over for tea."

A shame she hadn't any fur stoles.

(invite totally sonofmogh's idea, because the mun RULES)

[sonofmogh]

"Whhhhhy Heeeeelllllloooooooo!" Worf exclaimed in a high pitched voice. "Miss Littlebottom! It has been far too long. Would you care to sit with Mr. Tri-Corder? He's been slipping whiskey into his tea and thinking I haven't noticed."

[notyourpawn]

"Why, thank you, Mrs. Pennywhistle," Alice beamed. "I should be utterly delighted to sit with Mr. Tri-Corder. Have you any of those magnificent scones that you made last time? The Dormouse kept stealing mine, and now he's too fat to fit in the teapot."

[sonofmogh]

Worf clucked his tongue in dismay. "Why it seems to me Mr. Dormouse needs to be tossed in a pot and boiled in his own pudding for being so rude," he declared as he offered Alice a plate of Oreos. "Here you are my dear. And please be careful of Mr. Tri-Corder's hands as they due tend to... wander when he's had a snoot full."

[notyourpawn]

"A touch harsh, Mrs. Pennywhistle," Alice sighed. "Though I knew a Queen who liked to behead those who stole her tarts, innocent or otherwise. And fear not, dear friend. Should Mr. Tri-Corder become frisky, I shall pour tea on his lap."

[sonofmogh]

"Oh my! A queen!" Worf said looking impressed. "I quite like the sound of her. And I dare say if Mr. Tri-Corder does anything I shall be quite put out!"

[notyourpawn]

"Quite," Alice agreed, sipping delicately at her teacup. "Though she's no better than she ought to be, although perhaps such things don't apply to Queens. When one is Queen, one can make one's own rules regarding behavior and propriety, and all who disagree can simply have their heads lopped off."

[sonofmogh]

"Can I be queen?" Worf asked oh-so-wistfully.

[notyourpawn]

"Did you eat your vegetables?" Alice asked, sounding for all the world like her mother. "One can't be queen if one doesn't finish one's vegetables."

[sonofmogh]

"Oh! I most certainly did!" Worf exclaimed. "I ate all my peas, carrots and broccoli!"

[notyourpawn]

"Then," Alice said solemnly, "I hereby convey upon you the rank of Queen. Queen Mrs. Pennywhistle the Third, may God Save the Queen. Have you any pipe-cleaners?"

Queens needed tiaras.

[sonofmogh]

"Oh NO!" Worf cried out in despair. "I do not!"

He began to simper a little. "My party is ruined."

[notyourpawn]

"We shall improvise, Your Highness," Alice promised, reaching over to pat his hand. "Surely we can find pipe-cleaners somewhere in this room. We are Queens; such things are trivial to us."

[sonofmogh]

"Of course you're right, My dear," Worf said recovering from his little episode and then shooting a glare at Mr. Tri-Corder. "It's not funny, Mr. Tri-corder. Being a queen is serious business."

[notyourpawn]

"Pay him no mind," Alice said as she pulled out a drawer, inspecting it for pipe-cleaners. "He's only jealous because he'll never rise higher than a Duke."

Straws? Straws might make a suitable replacement. One was quite ingenuous when one was Queen.

[sonofmogh]

Mr Tri-Corder obviously said something else derogatory as Worf reached over and broke "him" in half before going back to drinking his tea.

"Certainly not now," Worf tittered.