Christmas Formal log

[lastconfessor]

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[thegooddrjones]

Martha Jones had an... odd sort of relationship with Christmas to say the least. She imagined that it came from living in London during the last three where things had gone inevitably wrong. There was the Christmas Star, then there was the Titanic and who knew what Christmas would bring now when the Barge tended to go all sorts of mad. Still, it had been rather well for Christmas so far, at least in general. The port in New York had been lovely, barring the need to help people on the street, but in the end it had been good for Nathan, and moreover, Martha had just had an excellent time with her inmate and with Tal at the Knicks game (Martha had gotten rather enthusiastic at it) and shopping

[fanged_aleera]

Aleera was... In a bit of an emotional funk. Not only had she been attempting to get over the recent trauma, but had been given gifts revolving around poignient memories. The whole thing was playing havoc with her spiritual heart and, so, she did what most people in her situation did and... Began getting drunk

[thegooddrjones]

Martha blinked a bit when she heard the slurring notes of the vampiress. Aleera's voice was familiar to her, after all, as was her penchant for calling her by the more formal of her doctoring titles. When the woman approached, Martha offered a smile to her, and there was a nod as the shopping trip was mentioned. Martha was currently wearing one of the frocks that she had purchased on that particular trip, something that might have helped with her memory.

When Aleera stumbled forward, one instinctual hand was placed out to help the woman before she ended up tumbling onto the floor. But in the end it was an action that was unneeded as the vampire stopped herself. Martha's neck rose up and down as she swallowed when Aleera called her pretty.

In this moment, she was reminded of the plans that the woman had in place for her, and her pulse quickened for a moment. Calm down, Martha, she told herself quickly. She doesn't wanna do any harm. "Thank you," the word was said in pleasant tones. "You look lovely as well."

[fanged_aleera]

If Aleera had even bothered to wear something she had bought, it wasn't all that different to her normal clothing, which was rather impressive eveningwear, in its own right.

Her reply was, somewhat disturbingly, a silly grin mixed with a rather more darker humming sound, like a chuckle, but not. "You enjoy me, lady...?" She asked, still slightly off balance, but stable enough to at least stand.

Drunken Aleera... It was a phenomenon which generally ended in one of two ways: Either she began singing down the corridors or, more predictable, began trying to seduce the nearest vulnerable or aesthetically pleasing human being.

So far, she hadn't spoken a single lyric aloud.

"You smell delicious..."

It wasn't Aleera's usual gesture of face-licking, but boldly taking in one long sniff of her, up close, was almost as bad, when done in public.

As was her next move: An attempt to press one mouth to another in a kiss.

Oh, Aleera... You crazy, drunken vampire, you!

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[hyposprayed]

McCoy tugged at his dress uniform, just a more uncomfortable version of the standard wear if they were being honest but it was the closest to formal wear he had. At least now he had more casual wear thanks to Shego- a gift he wasn't sure if he wanted to thank her for or ask if she had an issue with his style of dress like Jim and Pavi had whined about.

It hadn't been a bad Christmas, all things considered, something he was both thankful for and suspicious of. He glanced at every doorway as he walked by for more of that god damned mistle toe, regarded the crowd with his lip curled as if expecting an explosion rather than simple mingling. Really it was one in the same. After he was forty percent certain nothing extreme was going to suddenly pop up and ruin the relative peace he ventured further in, hands folded behind his back to stop from tugging at his sleeve.

[ooc; dress uniforms: http://tos.trekcore.com/gallery/albums/2x10/ ( ... )

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[ichlugebullets]

JD wasn't enjoying the party as much as he should have been. There was a reason he avoided social gatherings in high school, he wasn't fond of them period, but he was taking advantage of what was in front of him.

Beneath the cuffs of one of his suit jacket sleeves his infant snake was wrapped around his wrist. He had been given it today and much like a child he couldn't bear to part with it. He wasn't planning on staying the night so he, a clean and quick get attendance in the name of his warden that threw the shindig was all he had in mind for.

JD reached out to pick up a glass of wine from the table and knocked it back like it was a shot, wincing and smacking his lips at the burn before going for another.

[hyposprayed]

"That's not how you drink wine kid." McCoy said as he approached, brow raised and hands still hooked behind him. He had noticed JD a few steps away and the kid was better company than scowling around the room like he had been the past few minutes. "If it were a shot of whiskey you'd be doing yourself proud."

[ichlugebullets]

JD turned around to face his new company with something of a smirk on his face. "Well, serving whiskey at events like this wouldn't be considered tasteful and seeing that I'm not privvy to alcohol very often- I'm just trying to live it up."

After a moment he adjusted his sleeve over Telemachus and gestured to the dessert table. "They have fudge and pie and crud. It's good." What he meant to say is 'it's good but I could have made it better,' but he was sure that he wouldn't be allowed back on kitchen staff for a while.

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[with_discipline]

T'Pol found that her fondness for Terran music was limited to jazz; the supposed holiday music that sounded like it was on repeat was nothing she'd really like to listen to again. She found herself wondering why she bothered attending at all, but it seemed appropriate, if uncomfortable. The formal attire demanded - for some unknown purpose - left T'Pol in ceremonial Vulcan robes. They were similar to the ambassadorial robes she'd regularly worn on Earth before joining the Enterprise's crew: a brown-orange dress made up the outfit's base, crisscrossing high on her neck. A pale, dark gold sash wrapped around her waist, and from her shoulders hung the outer robe, heavy, brown, lined with long black lapels, with various dark gold (and completely logical) highlights. It was comfortable, if vaguely out of place on board this vessel

[takeyouapart]

Merlin seemed to be a rare creature in that he was actually enjoying himself. The music was strange, but he liked the songs; the dark grey suit he'd bought in New York was better-fitted and more restrictive than he was used to, the materials more luxurious, but it was still comfortable and it was a hundred times better than some of the ludicrous stuff he'd been forced to wear as a servant of the royal household.

Speaking of which, as he'd told Hayley, it was just nice to be at a party and not being there to deal with the random whims of a Crown Prince. When he spotted T'Pol at the edge of the room, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else, he smiled to himself and made his way over.

"Happy - um. I suppose you don't do Christmas. Happy Friday?"

[with_discipline]

Turning as Merlin approached, T'Pol inclined her head slightly.She kept her arms tight at her sides, but at least the longsleeves of the robe hid that. "I do not," she answered, glancing toward the tree. It was still a curious thing, as far as she was concerned. "But you do, I believe?"

She tilted her head to the side (half her conversations seemed to be in the barest head movements, but that's a Vulcan for you) and arched her eyebrows. "Merry Christmas, Merlin."

[takeyouapart]

Camelot had been in an odd transitional period where the average man on the street, Merlin included, paid lip service to Christian holy days and generally gave more actual attention to the winter solstice. But that felt like it would take a lot of explaining so Merlin just smiled at her.

"Thank you." He leant up against the wall next to her, installing himself for the time being. "What did you think of New York?"

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[gift_enjoyed]

Ahh, now this was more like it. A proper party to celebrate the holiday's festivities. Not that Lestat cared in particular for Christmas or what is stood for, but he rarely passed up the opportunity to congregate with mortals, to watch them, learn from them. They had always been his greatest source of entertainment, and he hardly expected that to change now. There were a handful of things that could ruin the night, and he was determined not to allow Armand the chance to bring up any of them

[villageson]

A nervous-seeming young man entered the room, looking uncertainly at all the party-goers. He's wearing the stylish suit from Macy's that Vida gave him for Christmas and it fitted him very well and looked very good on his frame.

11-12 passed near to Lestat and gave him a small, polite smile. He looked both very young and very vulnerable.

[gift_enjoyed]

Very vulnerable indeed, and Lestat offered the young man a smile of his own. The tips of his canines remained hidden by his mouth. "Hello," he said, drifting closer to the other man. "Who are you?"

[villageson]

"I'm 11-12," came the reply in a quite high-bred-sounding English accent. He pronounced his name as Eleven-Twelve.

He was also very polite as he put out his hand. "And who are you?"

[alcoholit]

Bernard had no real concept of dressing up. At all. So he'd turned up in his 'fun' suit. Complete with mouth cufflinks, bright green shirt and his spotty tie. He didn't like parties, the drinks were always too few and the people too many. But, he'd managed to acquire himself a bottle of wine and a glass and was in quite a good mood about this one. Probably because there were not so many people yet, and plenty of drink.

So, Bernard did his normal party approach, and got out the copy of the Order of the Pheonix (thank you, Santa Claus for providing torture material) he'd got for Christmas and started reading.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha was wandering around the party in an aimless manner. She had been talking to people, and now she was a little talked out. The glass of champagne that she had been holding for a fair amount of time now had gone entirely flat, and was much to warm to boot. Grabbing another one, Martha moved past Bernard's table and saw what he was reading. Raising a brow, she paused and spoke softly. "As much as that's my favorite Harry Potter book, I'm guessing you're reading in public out of spite?"

[alcoholit]

Bernard looked up from his book and shrugged, "Partly. It's only fair to let Snape know I'm catching up on his history. Also, I happen to be reading it as of this minute, so I'm bringing it to the damn party as it's more entertaining." He shrugged and smiled at her, then had another sip of his wine, "Do the other two after this suck... well, suck more?"

[thegooddrjones]

Martha chuckled when Bernard said that it was only fair to let Snape know. What would be fair would be to not actually read it in the first place. She was in an awful sort of spot with the Harry Potter books right now, and she wasn't at all sure how to correct it. It felt odd to read them once she had met several of the players involved. She sat down uninvited at the table, and considered for a moment. "Well, I'm definitely not a fan of the seventh book, really. But the sixth is okay. Phoenix is my complete and utter favorite though."