Halloween Multi-Pup
“Oh, come on! A bloody Redshirt?”
There appears to be a Star Trek convention in the bar. Oh, no. Wait. It’s just Halloween, isn't it?
Tim has just walked in, and is not very thrilled at his costume choice. “Can’t I be like, Spock, or someone who doesn’t die all the time?”
Gus is nearby, also wearing a red shirt. Like Tim, he’s been around long enough to be used to this sort of behaviour from the bar, but it also doesn’t mean he approves. He’s over at the bar, wearing a jacket he found carelessly left behind at a booth.
Okay, so he might have stolen it, but he’ll probably give it back if you ask him. Or threaten to call security on him.
Nicholas is still fairly new, so the whole surprise!red shirt has rather annoyed him. After discovering that his door is gone again, he’s up at the Bar, arguing why he should be allowed his regular clothes back. Bar isn’t listening.
Jools hasn’t even noticed his wardrobe change. He’s over by the back door with an electric bass guitar, and is trying to work out some of the basic fingering positions from a book. Every now and then, he gets bored of trying to remember what note that dot on the page is meant to represent, and starts just going off a bit more freestyle. Apparently, he doesn’t have to know what the things on the page mean to know how to play decent music.
[ooc: Four pups, none of whom get the joke that’s been inflicted upon them. Tim and Gus might, if someone feels brave enough to try to explain it, though.
This is also as far as the canon-puncture will go. Because Tim knows that if he doesn't behave, I'll do something horrible to him as punishment. And Gus, while familiar with Star Trek, is just too indifferent to care about this sort of thing.]