[Hirat-kur Theater - opening night: open]

[rn_chapel]

The novelty of an all-Vulcan production of one of Shakespeare's extravagantly emotional plays was a big draw, and there was quite a crowd on Romeo and Juliet's opening night. People chatted and mingled in the plaza outside the Hirat-kur Theater, the lustrous fabrics of formal-wear bright against the crimson walls that gave the building its name.

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Before the play - Tina and Roger

[rn_chapel]

It was close to 1800, and Tina was loitering around near the will call window, looking for Roger. She was glad she and Christine had had a chance to go shopping, and was cheerfully wearing one of her new purchases: a teal dress that didn't attempt to disguise her baby bump, but did focus the eye elsewhere. She was glad, for once, that the air was so warm. She didn't have a shawl, and her bare shoulders might have been chilly anywhere else.

She flipped through a program book while she waited.

[roger_korby]

She was a pretty picture, all dewy and glowing. Hormones, he knew intellectually, but still - beautiful. Roger had two glasses with him, one with a sparkling wine and the other with a fruit juice.

Handing her a glass, he leaned in and pecked the side of her temple. "Have I mentioned how lovely you look tonight?"

[rn_chapel]

"I think that counts. Thank you." Tina accepted the glass and took a sip. "This is quite a crowd. I'm glad we were able to get tickets."

[roger_korby]

"They were not as easy to come by as one would think," Roger told her. He'd been able to use some private connections to get them very good seats, and walking around with her on his arm was even more auspicious. "Apparently the influx of visitors has made this the show to see."

Privately, Roger thought most wanted to witness a Vulcan interpretation of the romantic play, just to see what it was all about. "Do you want to sit down?" He'd done a little reading up on pregnancy, and all this material talked about aching backs.

Jim/Bones

[dctr_mccoy]

It had been a rough couple of days but Jim was back, and they'd talked, and they'd yelled and they'd gotten through it, like they always did, and always would. And now it was time to get back to their lives, their obligations. Back to being themselves.

Bones returned from his afternoon appointments to find a set of Vulcan-styled formal robes laid out on the bed. A rich, dark green, the fabric almost velvety in its sheen. His mouth quirked even as he tried to produced a resigned sort of noise. Jim.

On the other hand, it was good to see that they were returning to themselves. That Jim felt good enough to want to go out and have some fun tonight.

There was a ticket and a note. Be here at 1800. JTK , an address written on the bottom of the page.

And so here Bones was, dressed up like a peacock, sweating in this ridiculous get-up and sipping on a cold, fermented ale that was as close to beer as they got on this oven of a planet.

Re: Jim/Bones

[kirktastic]

Bones had been there for maybe fifteen minutes before there was a small stirring. Several Vulcans glanced towards the doors as they opened, revealing someone a little late to the party. The Vulcans themselves, it seemed, would not be caught dead being anything but early to a function.

Jim stepped into the foyer of the theatre, looking around with a brilliant smile on his lips. He was wearing black, long pants and what had to be regulation boots hidden under them. Blue, black accented robes were pulled around him, done up in a proper Vulcan fashion.

The dark lines around his eyes, after having to swipe the required black pencil from one of the people on the same floor in the guest quarters as himself and Bones... that was less Vulcan.

He walked across the room and straight to Bones, eyes locked on no one else at all.

Re: Jim/Bones

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones wasn't watching anyone else. Part of him knew that Jim loved to make an entrance, and fuck if the kid couldn't pull it off with panache.

The eyes were a nice touch, and the look on Bones' face told Jim what he thought about it. "Captain," he said in a low, growly voice. His eyes blazed as he looked up and down at Jim's outfit. "Nice threads."

Re: Jim/Bones

[kirktastic]

Jim felt a wave of heat go straight through him with Bones calling him captain in that voice, with those eyes. He kept his expression calm, minus the small smirk playing over his lips, as he kept their eyes locked. "And you too, Doctor." His voice was low, almost almost managing to sound like something completely normal and incredibly perverse at the same time.

[sehlatbear]

Spock and his Leonard - it was Leonard, oddly enough, who had insisted on attending the performance - found their seats early. A ticket, with explanatory note, had been sent to Jim's PADD but he did not appear to be part of the crowd either inside or out

[m1nt_julep]

It wasn't entirely that he preferred to speak - it was mostly that he'd had a damn sight less practice than Jim and he didn't want to look a fool. Though he knew Spock wouldn't care. Leonard pulled at the collar of his formal tunic, fidgeted with the dark blue material Spock had picked out from the replicator for him. Damn suits. At least he wasn't underdressed, he thought, surveying the crowd.

The formal robes suited Spock, he had to admit. And he'd gotten in a few good touches while Spock changed. Virtue of his lover - his fiance, a helpful voice in his head supplied - wearing what was almost a dress was the easy access of it.

With that thought at the forefront of his mind, Leonard whispered back. "Pay attention to it, Spock, you might learn something about real human emotion there." But his tone was blatantly fond. "Isn't that Jim's Nurse Chapel over there?"

[sehlatbear]

"Real human emotion, Leonard? The study of something so obvious could surely not occupy any significant span of my time."

The rest of the time that they might share together, that would perhaps begin to be adequate.

Spock offered his fingers, index and middle, to his mate - if Leonard insisted on fidgeting then it was only logical to offer comfort in the form of physical contact. The thrill of their fingers meeting, this kiss chaste and as formal as any as Sarek and Amanda had displayed on the Enterprise during their visit, pleased them both - the bond made it evident.

He turned to follow Leonard's gaze. Tina Chapel, with a man Spock did not recognize. She appeared to be engaged in pleasant conversation, however. "That is she. It appears that her pregnancy is advancing in the expected fashion."

[m1nt_julep]

"Real human emotion, Spock, would tell you it's rude to make observations about the apparent state of a woman's pregnancy." His mouth quirked up in humor.

[cso_spock]

His grandmother was no great fan of human literature: she had often told Spock that there were more meaningful lessons to be found in Vulcan history alone without the need to explore human accounts of fantasy

[letspunchit]

The prospect of Vulcans doing Shakespeare was too interesting to pass up - forty minutes before the show's opening found Chris dawdling in the theater's foyer, nursing a glass of chilled wine and inwardly lamenting the fact that formal Starfleet uniforms were not made of the most breathable or cool of fabrics. Even inside the buildings here, it was always warm and a little stuffy, and he'd been spoiled by years of shipboard temps always seeming to be too low.

Studying the playbill, Chris wondered idly if this interpretation was going to be as thrilling as the production of Clash on the Fire Plains he'd been subject to once.

[kirk_george]

George himself had forgone Starfleet uniform for this, and instead was dressed in linen slacks and a silk shirt. Both very wonderfully breathable fabric to keep him cool for the show.

"This should be...interesting." He bit his lips

[letspunchit]

"That's one way to put it," Chris agreed, eyeing George's outfit with appreciation. "I wonder if it's a cultural adaptation, or Shakespeare verbatim. I would think they'd find lines like 'parting is such sweet sorrow' to be fairly illogical, but we'll see." He took a sip from his glass. "How goes the volunteer work? So sorry I couldn't be there to help."

Oh, yes. Such a pity he couldn't be there to lug building materials around in the hot sun all day and probably shoot himself through various appendages by mistake with a nail gun. A terrible shame, that.

[kirk_george]

"It would be highly illogical to depart from the classical material, love," George stole a kiss as he wrapped his arm around Chris' waist. "Actually it was pretty fun. We got everything assembled, and I didn't quite manage to nail my thumb to any boards. They kept me away from the wiring though after I shocked myself a bit.