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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[itsjustlanguage]

Hoshi only ran into the common room to put something in the fridge, but the abundance of doilies and the Klingon in the hat told her that something off was going on.

"Worf? What in the world are you doing?" she asked.

[sonofmogh]

"Oh HELLLLLO!" Worf cried out in greeting. "Have you come fore tea?"

[itsjustlanguage]

"Uh, yeah, I could always use a cup of tea," said Hoshi. Her first thought was to make sure none of the little green critters were still around. Her second thought was to hope that the memory card on her cell phone camera still had plenty of room for this video.

[sonofmogh]

"Come! Come!" he exclaimed in his highest pitched voice. "There's plenty of seats and cookies even if Miss Data Padd doesn't think I can see her stuffing extra ones into her purse."

Worf then waved his finger at Miss Data Padd in an admonishing fashion. "We want everyone to get their fair share!"

[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."

[sonofmogh]

"Oh HELLO young man!" Worf exclaimed with girlish glee. "Would you like to have some tea?"

[sonofmogh]

"Come! Come!" Worf said happily. "Have a seat next to Mrs. Terminal coupler. She's quite nice and a very good conversationalist."

[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."