Communication to All
Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!
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There were lots of people there by the time they arrived. Jim nudged his side, brushing their fingers together and giving him that sly smile before taking off to go speak with some of the engineers.
Bones watched him for a moment, grinning, before heading for the bar, where he ordered a bourbon, looking around to see if anyone he knew was there.
Still hadn't shaved.
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"A bit of dehydration and a lot of big nasty medical things, but I escaped." He turned a cheeky smile on the Doc. "Dunno if they wanted me too..."
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Except for the clothes as he has apparently been shopping. Black trousers that are remarkably similar to the uniform pants and a long-sleeved black button up in a lovely linen.
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"Morale, and getting out in public?" George took a moment to eye Spock's new apparel appreciatively.
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He was pleased he could remember so many people's names!
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Accepting a delightfully fruity and girlish drink, complete with tiny umbrella, from the bartender, Christine looked around for someone she knew. It didn't take long; Kirk, in any universe, was a force of nature, and his personality shone as he moved through the crowd, greeting his crewmates.
"Hello, Captain," she called as he moved near her.
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As she passed various people she knew, she paused, greeting them with a smile and a touch to the arm before continuing on her way. As soon as she reached the bar, she leant forwards and ordered a strong drink. Well, it was going to be her last chance to properly enjoy herself until next shore leave (and god knows when that would be) so she was going to take every opportunity to do so. Hell, she'd even dressed up.
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"Hello, Tiberius." He smiled, scratching the fur. "Where is Socks?" Pavel knew the tribble couldn't reply, but hey, it was a party, who cared?
[[OOC: LET'S PRETEND HE KNOWS BOTH IDK?]]
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