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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[guardianborn]

Rose wandered into the common room to find a soda. There was probably still soda in the fridge, but the Tea Partying Klingon was way more interesting.

"Hello, Worf," she said, trying not to snicker. "There are doilies."

Maybe he'd missed the doilies.

[sonofmogh]

"Wellllll HELLO!" Worf exclaimed in his high pitched voice. "Darling! You're just in time for some tea and cookies!"

[guardianborn]

"Are you sure you have enough to share?" Rose asked, eyes wide.

[sonofmogh]

"Of course my dear!" Worf said waving her over enthusiastically. "Though you're not formally dressed, the tea is open for everyone. Just be careful of Mr. Tri-Corder as he's been secretly drinking and his hands tend to wander."

[guardianborn]

"So I can pour tea on him if he tries to touch my as- I mean my limb?" Rose asked, taking a seat and trying so very hard not to laugh. "You look so very nice."

[sonofmogh]

"Either that or you may rip his arms out of his sockets," Worf replied cheerfully as he held up a teapot. "Tea?"

[guardianborn]

"With sugar please," Rose said, holding out her cup.

She eyed the tri-corder. "Where does, um, Mr. Tri-Corder have arms?"

[sonofmogh]

"Can't you see?" Worf giggled. "He's pouring in more whiskey in his tea as we speak. Naughty-naughty!"

[guardianborn]

Rose cracked up. "Tsk, tsk...?"