The Goddess Salon Treatment

Posted on Wed Jan 29th, 2020 @ 11:50am by Captain Enalia Telvan & Maica III 47 & Kodria Mizu & Hera & Baroness 2nd Class Schwein von Alcott & Commander Rita Paris & Lieutenant Commander Mnhei'sahe Dox & Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi & Lieutenant JG Tovanna Mah & Ensign Briaar Gavarus & Ensign Fiona O'Dell & Petty Officer 2nd Class 'Big Ethel' Jablonski & Crewman Sharonne Washington
Edited on on Wed Feb 5th, 2020 @ 9:39am

Mission: Bachelorette Bash
Location: USS Hera, Deck 10, Civilian Services
Timeline: 2397
Tags: GNO

The cosmic cosmetologist's spacegoing salon was not to be seen today. Instead, it had been transformed to resemble one of the great halls of the Artan fortress... with the addition of some modern beautician tools of the trade, and a number of very comfortable recliners with heat and massage stimulation. Looking around, shaking her head and checking the time again, the bisected beautician was nervous. This was a big gig- a LOT of ladies, all at once. And she had to go full service. Maica had offered to pitch in, but beyond that, she was kind of on her own. Plus the bridal party was supposed to be like eight women, which was going to be tough, but they'd make it work. Because the bridal party consisted of the Captain AND the Commander.

Twice the pressure, twice the stress.

"You can do this. Totally! You're going to knock 'em dead. This'll be easy. Maica's got your back. Piece of cake, right?"

"I was told there would be mimosas, but I wouldn't object to a bite or two of cake..." drawled the slow languorous voice as the black and white babe turned to see a stunning vision of a woman dressed in shining and elegant emerald scale mail, with a gracefully horned helmet.

"Abuh..." Sharonne Washington managed to express, genuinely awestruck by the vision of godly beauty before her as she felt her Kinsey scale swing a bit more bisexual. "Hi... I mean, hi, hello! Yes! You're, uh, you're with the um, the um, the..." snapping her fingers, the Charon-appearing human scrambled to recall the important thing she was doing.

"Bachelorette party?" Loki asked breathily.

"THAT! Yes! Bachelorette, you're.. wow, you're... ah, you're the, ah, the bride, the Baroness?" Holding up her hands, one black, one white, the Hera's hairdresser waved off the thought. "No no, she has silver hair, I got the memo. But you're... you're... just incredible..."

"I really am," Loki admitted. A mimosa appeared in her outstretched hand as she strolled into the salon. "Well, what's first?"

Snapping out of her reverie of watching Loki walk away, Sharonne Washington called out. "Mani/pedi first, then dresses then hair!"

The door slid open again as the ship's engineer stepped through the doors. She was wearing her favorite purple dress that never seemed to fail to turn heads. The violet and lilac colors still accented her cerulean skin tone wonderfully, being daring while still presented with some modicum of modesty. Looking around the room the sapphire was impressed on what had been done to the place. "Hello, where do you want me?"

"Hi! Thex, right. Just go have a seat over there where, uh, whoever that is mounting that chair like a throne is sitting down, and Maica will be right with you, okay?" Sharonne waved down the row of pedicure recliners, directing Thex to go get to know Lady Loki.

Meanwhile, Dr. Mah was off duty after her first week on the Hera. She was ready to find 10 Forward as she was walking along reading her PaDD. She was looking forward to a meal with her new crew, while of course exploring for spots to read on her journey, then returning to her quarters for a night of reading. She couldn't help but hear a great deal of conversation as she approached what she assumed was the lounge, and figured it must be an active time for the crew to be there.

Without really looking, she walked into the door of what she thought was her destination, only to look up seeing the halls of an Artan fortress with beautician tools. She cocked her head to the side confused, took two steps back, looking at the entrance for the 10 Forward sign, as she tried to understand what the hell she just walked into.

"Hi!" Exclaimed a young woman with ash blonde hair, and skin that was chalk white of the left side of her body, perfectly and evenly divided into ebon black on the right side of her body. Turning from the replicator, she had a tray of mimosas and handed one to the new ship's surgeon. "Just go one down the line there, pick a chair, and Maica will be right with you, okay? Welcome to the party!"

Dr. Mah took the drink and looked confused for a moment, "Umm, is this 10 Forward? I think I may have stumbled into a private party." She tried to follow the server through the crowd. "Excuse me?"

"Oh!" the hostess turned back to face the physician apologetically. "Uh, this is the bachelorette party? Commander Paris told me to take care of anyone who showed up, because she didn't have an exact headcount. If you wanted 10-Forward it's about five doors down. But you're welcome to stay- she said anyone."

"Yes, take a seat. Relax." Said the long-legged bombshell of a Goddess sitting in the furthest seat, as she took a sip of her mimosa. "The night is young and the frivolity just beginning."

Then, the Goddess leaned over slightly towards the seat Thex had just sat down in. "Forgive my assertion, but would I be correct in assuming that you are this mighty vessel's engineer? Thex... sh'Zoarhi? My soon-to-be Sister, Schwein, has spoken of your... skill with dance."

"Yes, that's me." Thex said trying to place the goddess in front of her. "Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Ahh yes, how remiss of me. I am the Lady Loki, scion of both Asgard and Jotunheim. Here today to meet the kith and kin of she who is betrothed to my brother, Thor Odinson." Loki said in a regal and exaggeratedly haughty manner. "And though I am a goddess, this evening we are here to serve Schwein as compatriots and equals. As your Rita Paris has decreed, tonight there are no ranks or titles, so 'Loki' will do."

"Do I see the air of divinity attached to your essence? Elysian energies surround you like a second skin." Loki commented, taking another sip of her Mimosa.

"I've been repairing Elysian artifacts. The armor of Achilles has bonded to me," Thex responded, smiling slightly at the thought that the armour had saved her from the one that Loki had swapped.

"Then you should consider yourself quite fortunate. For a mortal to be chosen by so mighty a force is a great honor and a powerful responsibility." Loki said, with just a hint of seriousness to her voice, just as Mnhei'sahe Dox stepped into the salon's doors nervously. 

The young Romulan woman was fidgeting with the shiny black Asgardian bracers with the sculpted reliefs of the great firebird, Al'thindor on them that she had been gifted that fit perfectly and yet felt uncomfortable on her as she looked around. In spite of needing to go to her quarters to get them, she still arrived earlier than she expected, with most of the seats still empty. Instead of her uniform top, she had changed into a more relaxed, civilian black exercise top to help her relax slightly, though her Starfleet badge was still emblazoned upon her chest. 

With Dox standing awkwardly in the entrance, the mercurial goddess glanced over past Thex and grinned knowingly. "And it appears our retinue expands further. A friend of yours, Miss. sh'Zoarhi?"

"Indeed she is. This is Mnhei'sahe Dox, our chief flight control officer," Thex said to the goddess.

"My thanks." Loki nodded to Thex as she gestured to the open seat between the Hera's Chief Engineer and Chief Medical Officer. Looking over Dox gave a nod and walked over. As she did, the Asgardian trickster smiled a seemingly knowing grin, which was an unsettling affair every time. "I saw you in the briefing, but had not the opportunity for a proper introduction, Miss Dox. I am Loki of Asgard, and it is a pleasure. A pleasure to meet you all, in point of fact."

The goddess lifted her glass in a somewhat forced toast as Dox nodded and replied, taking her seat. "Indeed and thank you. You honor me." Mnhei'sahe replied politely as she sat, fidgeting slightly in place like a child that didn't feel comfortable at the big table. Turning towards the Hera's chief engineer, the nervous Romulan smirked lightly and chuckled as Loki looked on, "I had all this done for my wedding Thex, but still don't think I quite know how to be... pampered."

"Just take a seat and let Sharonne work her magic. She'll take care of you Dox." Thex said as she leaned back in the chair. "Loki, may I ask what Schwein has said about my dancing?" The Andorian inquired.

"Naught but the highest of praise for your skills. Apparently your warrior's training informs your dancing, making it quite a sight to see. Acrobatic and... lithe... I believe were descriptors used." Loki replied rather directly and positively. "As such, I would be lying if I said that I was not hoping that our evening's plans didn't lead us to scenarios that will allow you to display your abilities. I am quite curious to see for myself."

The Andorian didn't exactly know how to feel at that reply. Being told that her dancing abilities were known about by the Norse pantheon, one of whom who had just mentioned that they'd like to see her dance was a strange mixture of pride, accomplishment, confusion, and fear. Still, it's not like she would mind doing some dancing.

"Well, we'll see where the winds of fate take us. It is Schwein's night after all," the Andorian replied.

On the other side of the Engineer, Mnhei'sahe turned slightly to the woman in teal to her other side, immediately realizing that it was the ship's new Chief Medical Officer, Tovanna Mah. In truth, the red-headed Romulan woman had been avoiding going to sickbay in spite of being overdue for a check-up since the new doctor signed on. The ship's previous CMO, Asa Dael, was also an El-Aurian and Mnhei'sahe's best friend and the Romulan officer was feeling more than a little territorial. However, the black-clad Lieutenant Commander realized she was being both rude and immature and so smiled towards the new surgeon. 

"Good evening. I haven't yet... had the chance to stop by sickbay. I'm Dox. Mnhei'sahe Dox." She said, pushing past any stiffness and hoping Sharonne would come over with the Mimosa's before too long.

Tovanna's eyes darted back to Dox as she was downing her mimosa while taking in the scene before her and smiled, "A pleasure Lt. Commander Dox, my apologies for my manners. I was expecting to find myself on 10 Forward and have stumbled into a party it seems. I was given a mimosa; however, it seems I finished it without noticing in all the commotion."

Smiling slightly, it appeared that the new doctor might have been feeling more out of place than Mnhei'sahe herself, which made the young Romulan feel a bit more embarrassed about her behavior in avoiding the new Chief Surgeon. So as Sharrone passed by with a fresh tray of drinks, the anxious young pilot grabbed two mimosas and handed one to Tovanna. "Well, no pressure. And no apologies needed. Enjoy."

As they spoke, a couple of copies of the Captain's wife, Maica went down the line with fresh mimosas for everyone as well as a couple more starting on the manicure jobs. It was obvious she was splitting her attention at her limit because the small talk was very basic and her focus was on the work, but she was doing her very best.

As for Enalia, she finally got there, entering in her own red and white gown that looked like it had been taken from a fashion catalog for the rich and famous. The white was pure Tholian silk and the red was ruby fibers interwoven into the silk. On her left wrist was a platinum bracer designed in the Asgardian style with the Artan crest emblazoned on it - rubies had been inlaid into it for the rose. On her right wrist was a clone of it, but in place of the Artan crest, it had the UFP crest with a field of shimmering blue and diamonds for each of the founding worlds' stars. Her hair had been let down so that Sharone could work her magic on it. As for her feet... For some reason, she was completely barefoot.

As Enalia sat down, she did so regally, choosing to sit at one end of the row of chairs, accepting a mimosa as it was offered with a polite smile.

The Baroness and Asgardian infused Schwein von Alcott entered with Enalia, rocking something that could only be described as 'elegantly piratical'. She was in a blue woven sapphire thread dress with mock golden pauldrons cascading down her shoulders that were slightly reminiscent of her old baroness jacket. She had a gold leather belt jauntily slung across her hips with what appeared to be a large gold spider skull for a purse slung low on one side. As for her bracers, they were bright gold and detailed in the theme of Huginn and Muninn. Her eyepatch had been swapped out for one which she had gotten as a gift from Odin himself. Her footwear was a bit more practical - she wore open-toed sandals similar to those that Hildr had worn earlier, but in a gold, pleated leather.

Grinning brightly, she sat down next to Enalia before accepting a mimosa for herself.

"Okay ladies, Maica is working the mani/pedis for me, and thanks again so much, Maica," the binary beautician beamed. "So I'm gonna get started on your hair. So, who wants what? You want some updos, you want some big curls, you want Cardassian hair, you want a sixties 'do from Earth history? Any ideas?"

Squinching her brow slightly, Dox was at a complete loss and now on her second Mimosa. She had visited Sharrone a few times since joining the ship, most recently for her wedding. But for that, Mona had picked out her hairstyle and the young Romulan wished her wife had been there the help again. "Uh... My hair's... Uh ... a bit short. I don't really know what might look... uh ... good."

"If you don't mind me saying," Tovanna leaned over to Dox, "you would look amazing in vintage glamour pincurls with your hair. It's a classic look that would complement your face shape and the length of your hair, just a thought," she shrugged. "I should let you all get back to your party, I am woefully underdressed for this affair." She looked around at all the beautifully dressed women and her simple uniform feeling quite out of place. She stood and curtsied deeply to the obvious royalty despite having no real clue who they were and then less deeply to the others showing her understanding of the ancient royal decorum.

"Uh... Thank... You?" Dox replied, somewhat confused and embarrassed at the positivity and friendliness of the woman she was thoroughly prepared to dislike for the sin of not being Asa Dael. But thanks to the Mimosas being just strong enough to take a bit of the edge off, the red-headed Romulan simply smiled at her departing Doctor and then turned to Sharrone with slightly wide eyes and a warming smile. "Do you think that would look good? I may have to just defer to expertise here."

Thex was wondering about what she should do her hair up as. " I'm not sure, any ideas Sharrone? Any that won't hurt too bad if pulled by small blue fingers?"

As the bisected beautician began winding up for her 'I know you have no idea what to do with your hair, so I'll just make it look amazing' speech that she had to give all too often at these sort of affairs, Commander Paris strode in, wearing a tight black stretchy minidress, her usual uniform Explorer boots with the thick gripping soles, a leather jacket that mostly hid the Asgardian bracers on her wrists, with her hair teased and combed in a rather aggressive pompadour. Beside her was Hera, who had opted for a blue A-line dress that was attractive yet conservative, while her hair was up in ringlets, crowned by a small tiara. Smiling at the physician, the first officer caught her attention. "Doctor Mah! Will you be joining us for this particular landing party? We'd love to have you along."

"Yup, I will be right back, just going to get changed so I can join in properly. I shouldn't be very long at all." Tovanna went zipping out of the door with a twinkle in her eye.

"Wonderful. Where's a cocktail? I need to start pre-gaming..." Rita asked as Sharonne handed her and Hera both mimosas. "Ah, thank you, perfect. All right ladies, how go the preparations? Everyone getting excited?"

From a couple of seats down, Dox was laying back as Sharonne was preparing to start on her hair and Maica was working on her manicure. As the Captain's holographic wife worked on the redheaded Romulan's left hand, Dox was scrolling through at projection of the ship's fashion catalog for possible outfits for the night ahead. As she did, she stopped on a dark green wraparound dress that was paired with a long sleeve black jacket with green trim, short buckled boots, and black leggings.

"I'm... actually getting there for a change. I mean, I'm still me, so I'm busy working to smother the part of me that's unduly nervous over having to try and be social and not shut down." Dox said, grinning lightly at her Commander and friend, "Mimosa's help."

Internally, Dox noticed that Rita, who rarely ever drank, was starting the night off with a drink which seemed unusual. It was out of the ordinary for her and she put it in the back of her head, not wanting to disrupt the otherwise positive mood by saying anything about it. Instead, looking down, Dox cricked an eyebrow at the color Maica was currently painting her nails for the evening. "Pardon me, Maica. What do you think of this dress with what you're doing? Will they go together?"

The Maica clones were stretched a bit thin as they tried to chat casually while working. One of them started out with "No, no..." while finishing up a pedicure and looking through colors for a pedicure. The one with Mnhei'sahe nodded reassuringly and chimed in with a smile. "It'll come out the right color with your complexion."

Hera finished off her mimosa and set aside her glass with a flourish. "My darling... Sharonne, was it? If you'd like to save time, my hair and nails are fine as they are. Though I haven't had a proper pedicure in... Well, almost a millennia... So instead, please focus the efforts you'd have placed on me on my dearest Rita?" With a warm smile and a pat on the buxom bombshell's hand, she gave a bit of a conspiratorial wink.

“Go, go, get a pedicure, Hera, we’ve got time. I’m already ready to go, hair and nails are done, and all I have to do is keep the party on track. So take a minute for yourself, hm?” Rita tossed back the remaining contents of the champagne flute and grabbed another, moving to mingle amongst the assembled ladies preparing for their night out on the town. Sharonne was working with gel and her fingers, expertly crafting pin curls in Dox’s hair that would leave her with a classic updo that would be stylish and functional for the curly-haired Romulan. Meanwhile, the legion of Maicas were busily pampering the rest of the ladies. While she was nowhere near as chatty as usual, Rita for one marveled at the fact that Maica could split her attention so efficiently.

“Anyone seen the rest of the girls? I know we’re missing a few other than just Hildr and Ethel?" Paris observed as she took a headcount, which was precisely when Gavarus and O’Dell strolled in, wearing black men’s suits with skinny ties and dark sunglasses. O’Dell’s hair was down and free, as she preferred to wear it, while Gavarus’ usual frizzy bun had been woven into an elegant series of interlocking braids that lent the titanic Tellarite a distinguished air.

“Ah, Ensign? Did you not get the memo that it’s a girl’s night out…?” Paris asked, at which point O’Dell adjusted her cuffs, straightening her Miss Piggy cufflink even as Gavarus looked suddenly anxious and uncomfortable.

“Aye, that ye did. We’re ladies and this is how we like to dress when we take a night oot. I’ll not have ye gender-shamin us over our fashion choices mum. Particularly since ye said ranks were checked at the door, and the door,” the midget Mariposian pointed over her shoulder, “Was back there. Or was that more of a suggestion than an order, Commander?”

Stopping short, the time-tossed temptress considered that for a few seconds, then downed half of her drink in a gulp. “So I did, Miss O’Dell, so I did. My apologies- you are quite correct. Dress as you like and please enjoy yourselves, and I’ll try to forget I’m your commander for a night.”

"Oh, shit! Hey Fee, you were right. Sugary, fizzy drinks. Where's the replicator?" Gavarus said looking first at the Mimosa's then around at the room until she spotted a replicator against the far wall. "There we go! Time to get this shit started right. Be right back."

Watching as the portly porcine hoofed over to the replicator to order up two beers, Loki's grin widened as she took a sip of her mimosa and chuckled audibly enough to be heard, "Ah, I am so looking forward to this evening. Truly, we shall have a night that the gods will sing of."

"Ja, and sing they will," Schwein declared as she pulled a flask out of her purse and spiked her own mimosa with some sort of clear booze before downing the entire thing and taking a swig from the flask itself. "You are the parents of the minotaur babe, ja? It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Schwein von Alcott. Enalia has spoken highly of you and your daughter."

Looking around for a second while she swigged her beer, Gavarus looked down at O'Dell for a second as she processed that they were being talked too. "Uh... yeah. I'm Briaar. Briaar Gavarus. This here's Fiona O'Dell. And yeah, we're Minnie's folks. Wait, who's talkin' about us?"

"I mentioned you a few times," replied the spotted woman with the piratical grin plastered across her face. "You know... Enalia... Telvan? Apparently you two have become minor celebrities in Asgard for taking in a daughter of Zeus."

Spitting up slightly as she choked back into her beer bottle, Gavarus' eyes went wide as she realized that the Captain, whom she had hardly ever even seen in her time on the Hera and never out of uniform, had been sitting right there and was the one that had been talking about her and O'Dell. Glancing down as she tried to contain the beer dripping out of the foamy bottle, the twitchy Tellarite looked at O'Dell, trying not to freak out.

"Fook did I joost remind Thunderjugs over there? Rank's checked at the door. Aye, tis the captain, and she's gettin' some pamperin afore we go oot ta party. Scary as fook, aye? So relax, drink yuir beer and dinna piss yuirself, those slacks are dry clean only." Stepping over to the one-eyed cyber pirate, the little lass tilted her head quizzically as she stuck out her small pale hand in greeting. "I'm Fiona O'Dell. M'a test pilot, they call me Leprechaun. So yuir what, some sorta space pirate then, Schwein?"

"Ja, a Baroness of space pira... Ahem..." With a bit of a look from Enalia that even the one eyed cyber pirate couldn't miss, Schwein reworded what she was saying. "Privateers. I am also one of Enalia's first crew when she was a young dame making her name."

"Ohhhh, I bet ye got some stories ta tell, girlie! We're g'win ta gossip, ye and me..." O'Dell grinned mischievously at the cosmic corsair turned demigoddess through marriage.

Wearing a blush pink, long, modest dress with her hair up in classic victory curls, Tovanna returned. In her hands she held a huge bundle of exotic paper flowers with a bright beaming smile on her face. She happily stepped up to Dox and presented her with the bouquet, "I understand you are the beautiful bride to be. Please accept these as a gift for you and everyone you choose to share them with them to enjoy." When she turned around her dress was completely backless revealing a beautiful tattoo covering her back from tailbone to her neck as she gathered another mimosa.

Looking awkwardly at the paper flowers, Dox blushed a light shade of green as she nervously tugged at the top of an ear. "Uh... Actually... I'm... Uh... I'm already... uh... I'm A Baroness, but THE Baroness getting married is Schwein. Uh... thank you, though."

Sticking the flowers out to the side towards the silver-haired pirate, Dox took a rather large swig of her latest Mimosa, killing it off quickly. "Uh... Schwein Von Alcott, this is our new Doctor, Tovanna Mah."

"It is a pleasure and an honor. I thank you," Schwein said with a flourish and a curtsy, accepting the flowers with a grace that belied her enhanced strength. Her germanic accent had faded a bit from her time with the Asgardians, but now it was in full bloom as she was speaking formally. "From Enalia's first doctor to her newest, welcome aboard- and do not let her get away with anything, ja? She tends to avoid even me when she needs treatment since the incident on..."

"No, that's not fair..." Enalia protested, one finger wagging in the air. "That's private medical information."

"That you got so drunk that you challenged a bar full of Nausicaans to a fight?" Her grin widening, the one-eyed pirate couldn't help but spoil the story. "We almost won."

"Almost tends to be bad with Nausicaans, as I understand it," Rita Paris watched her reflection as she sprayed a light cloud of hairspray on her pompadour to give it extra hold. "So what happened?"

Schwein's grin grew ever wider as she pantomimed Enalia's sword style. "She took down the first dozen herself, ja? The three of us with her were holding our own against the rest of the bar, when the boss comes out. Mountain of a Naussican named something that translates into 'rips people in half for fun'. He walks up to Enalia, easily twice the height of her fifteen-year-old ass, and they stare at each other."

As the story went on, you could hear Enalia groaning, but Schwein kept at it. "So the princess... She grabs a beer, tosses it at him, and flips him off. Next thing I'm doing is removing the bar door from her backside from when he kicked her through it while Sarika is hijacking a taxi."

"So yuir sayin' she was doin' great in the fight, but then she got the boot? She got it in the end? Her plan splintered? Ach, I'm too sober to be funny yet," O'Dell grumbled, then headed for the replicator with Gavarus following behind her grinning aggressively so as to cover up her momentary embarrassment at not recognizing the ship's Captain.

Meanwhile, Dox set her empty glass down and stepped into the dressing room in the rear to try on the outfit she had picked out and had ordered to be replicated on the holographic catalog. "Be right back."

Blushing at her error, Tovanna took a seat. She smiled at the bride to be once she was done with her story, "My apologies for the error. Baroness Von Alcott, I hope you enjoy the lollipops. They are in a variety of flavors, and not half as deadly as ripping people in half. I will also try to keep everyone in one piece while under my care, though dissection was one of the more enjoyable parts of my medical education." She held her glass up in a kind salute watching and learning about the new dynamic she found herself among as she sipped her drink.

"Well that's bloody awkward," O'Dell chimed in, the wee gal stepping over to hand the doctor a beer. "Think I'll pass on the dissection order, if tis all the same to ye. So ye'd be the new ship's doctor then?" All of four foot nine, the curly-maned Irish stereotype eyed the physician as she took a small sip of her beer.

Tovanna giggled, "My apologies for the gallows humor. Anatomy and physiology is actually a useful knowledge if you like to cook or fight. If you understand how something is put together, you also understand how to take it apart. To put it politely. And yes, I am the new doctor." She kept sipping her drink with her typical gentle smile.

"Yay. Someone new to tell me to lose weight." Gavarus muttered under her breath, covering her wide and toothy mouth with her beer.

"See, nae reassurin a'tall. Alreet, spooky new doctor, I'm Fiona O'Dell, that's me partner Briaar Gavarus- yon great space swine two-fistin beers over there. Long as ye kin hold yuir liquor and ye've a hypo in that clutch a'yers we'll do joost fine. How long does the prettyfyin' part of the evenin take, innyways? How long til the groomin's done and the drinkin's begun?" O'Dell took another sip of her beer, nursing it while still getting drunk.

"About half an hour, pipsqueak, so calm down and pace yourself. Maybe get some food in yourselves before we get out there... some finger sandwiches ought to do it," Paris muttered as she headed for the replicator, staying one step ahead of the bridal party, as was her duty for this night out.

"OOH! Sammies! Frickin' sweet! Good thinkin', Commm... uh... YOU." Gavarus said, clicking her tongue while pointing at Rita and wagging her thick finger towards the leather-clad commander. "Oooh, that's what you look like. What'sherface from the end of that holovid. With all the singing where it was a bunch of thirtysomethings playing teenagers and she was all prissy and shit until the end where she shows up all in leather and then their car starts flyin'! Shit!"

"C'Mon! Someone help me out here." The portly porcine said as Dox came back into the main salon from the back room, tugging on the sleeves of the matte black bolero jacket she had on over the dark green wrap dress she had picked out. 

"NO Idea, Gavarus. My knowledge of Earth culture begins and ends with heavy metal music." The red-headed Romulan said as she stood awkwardly showing off her outfit with an awkward gin. The black jacket had thin green stitching along the edges that covered the green dress. The dress wrapped completely around her as the material tapered to a belt that fixed over her hip with a small gold buckle that fastened the dress around her cinched middle in the shape of a bird. Black leggings lead down to short, black boots with folded-over flaps and side-buckles that matched the belt. "Does this look okay?"

From her seat, Loki looked Dox up and down and tilted her head with that same unnerving grin, "Oh, those are absolutely your colors, Miss Dox. Black is undoubtedly a perfect fit for you."

"Har har," Rita japed at Loki, calling her out on it. The Asgardian god eyed her, and Rita Paris eyed her right back. Both played a silent game of 'I know what you know' for five seconds, then Rita broke it off, re-engaging the party. But in the staring contest, she'd blinked. "You look great, Dox- perfect choice."

Tovanna giggled at Gavarus trying to run old holovids through her head matching the one described, but pulling a blank. She gave up and instead focused on Dox, "You look lovely."

Blushing slightly at the compliments, Dox replied with an awkward grin, "Thank you."

Double-checking her onhand medical supplies as suggested by Fiona, seeing the consumption rate of alcohol by some of the guests Tovanna looked for a replicator to switch to something without any added boost so she could be alert in case her professional services were needed. Though her pragmatic way of looking at life could throw people in the way of humor she was after all... pragmatic. There would be no rush to the sickbay to take away from someone's special event if she had any say in the matter. She gathered a sparkling orange juice, rejoined the group and took a seat to do what all El-Aurians do best...listen.

The Artan pirates looked at one another, shrugged and waited for this particular answer to be provided. Which, in short order, it was.

“Sandra Dee, played by Olivia Newton John in the Earth classic musical ‘Grease’, and not that far off, Gavarus,” Paris offered as she returned to hand out sandwiches from a platter she’d replicated. “Stay to the right for vegetarian, the left is for the carnivores. But I think you’ll enjoy the pimento sandwiches- take a few, they're small and you drink a lot. And for the record,” Paris paused in front of Gavarus, with an easygoing smirk on her face that might look at home on the Captain’s face. “Tonight, it’s Rita, or Paris if you're uncomfortable with that level of familiarity. I might answer to 'Thunderjugs' or 'Lookitmearse', but if you want my attention, Paris will do, hm?”

Watching the paunchy porcine paralyze, eyes widening, Paris rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Relax. Night out on the town, and a GOD requested your attendance. The trickster god of mischief, no less, so take that for what it's worth. Be yourself, enjoy yourself and don't worry. On my word as an officer, unless you break some very important laws tonight, nothing you say or do will be held against you professionally afterward." Drawing herself erect, the Commander was still a good six inches shorter than the troubled Tellarite. But the old school old fashioned officer looked up and fixed the space pig with an earnest expression, and when she spoke, it was with the conviction that made it clear her believable. "I swear on my honor as an officer."

"Uh... r... r... right. P... Paris it is. Gotcha." Gavarus stammered as she rather quickly went back to the replicator for a fresh drink of something harder than mimosas. Coming from someone else it might have been corny, but as Paris had made the unnerved engineer that much less at ease by pointing out that she was quite aware of some of the nicknames by which she was known, particularly by the misfits of R&D, it just came off as vaguely sinister. While Paris shrugged, and continued moving amongst the assembled women with a smile to work them up for the evening ahead.

"D'ye believe she means it aboot whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" O'Dell muttered to Gavarus, sidling up next to her partner with the surprisingly sensitive folded-over pig ears. "Or d'ye reckon tis a trap?"

Leaning down to whisper back, Gavarus fidgeted with the necktie slightly, starting to feel more than a little confined in the moment. "Uh... I dunno. I mea, you already called her 'Thunderjugs' once and we ain't in the brig yet. Maybe she's serious?"

"Referred to, to be technical, nae that it matters," the daredevil muttered. "Boot ah did, aye, and here we stand, so calm your teats, me old chum," O'Dell offered up her beer and the two clinked them together and drank. "We're the entertainment- they brought along professional drunks to show 'em how it's done. Underneath alla them legs and height and tanned smooth skin and curves an' perfect teeth and alla... that... she's joost 'one a' the girls', aye?"

Both took a silent drink after that.

When Jablonski and Hildr showed up, both were looking somewhat gawkily awkward in a pair of bright floral sundresses. On Big Ethel's wrists were her Hera bracers, and spotting the goddess getting a pedicure, she became a bit more alert and almost visibly swelled. On the wrists of the pride of the Valkyrie corp were elaborate bracers bearing carvings so intricate they could not be seen clearly from a distance, yet were adorned with gemstones and gold- gifts from the All-Father to his faithful. The two large women's hands strayed close to one another's often, and blushing glances between the two behemoths abounded. Big Ethel opted to get her hair done, choosing a 60's big bump Jackie O style, while Hildr wove her own hair into an elaborate series of braids by practice that put O'Dell's braidwork to shame.

"Crissakes, lookit that, Briaar! She's doin' a wheat sheaf braid as part of a crown braid that's floomfin oot into a loose french braid that she's joost usin to give it an offset accent volume every other row... the woman's a bloody genius wi' her hands, and wi'oot a mirror no less!" Considerably less impressed, Gavarus grunted, shook her head and downed another beer.

In short order, utilizing half skill and half technological miracles, Sharonne Washington had whipped up exciting hairdos for all of the woman involved who didn't do it themselves. She had even changed the Commander's pompadour into a sideswept affair that, combined with the jacket, gave her quite the tomboyish appearance, that still did nothing to hide her pulchritudinous femininity. The bisected beautician also convinced the curvaceous commander to keep her black explorer boots turned down by half. This had the effect of making them rather large cuffed ankle boots, the cuffs of which hid the military nature of their design.

Maica had perfected their manicures and pedicures, using the latest technologies which made them reasonably effortless, and all of the assembled party were dressed, dolled up and ready for an evening out on the town. Gathering them all together, Rita Paris tapped the side of her glass for attention, in a traditional style. The older than she looked officer then offered a speech, as she was wont to do.

“Ladies, girls, pirates, those undeclared or fluid…” she offered the joke to a polite murmur before continuing. “We are gathered tonight to celebrate the happiness of the Baroness Schwein von Alcott, in her betrothal to the legendary god of thunder, The Mighty Thor. We do not mourn the loss of her single life, nor do we shed a tear for her spinsterhood,” Paris paused as the Baroness herself barked a laugh at that one. “Instead, we come together to celebrate her happiness, and to take one last girl’s night out without her having to concern herself with position or relations or what her husband might think. Tonight, we are all here to help her celebrate, to raise a glass and make memories that will last a lifetime… which is a pretty long time, for some of you.”

“So I invite you to raise a toast- to the Baroness, our lady of the hour! Tonight is her night- let us drink and make merry and swash and buckle to give her the sendoff she’s come to expect from her friends and family, old and new. To Schwein!” Raising her glass, Rita offered a wink to the pretty pirate, as she’d made it quite clear that she hated calling the Baroness by her given name. Yet, it WAS her name, and on her night, Rita respected it, and spoke the name without hesitation or rancor as she raised her glass.

Joining in, Dox picked her glass back up and smiled happily, "To Schwein."

Taking the hint, as Enalia literally pushed the guest of honor into the center of the room to make a small toast of her own. "Ja, I have to make my own toast as well, I see?"

"You've always made amazing ones before, so why stop now?" prodded the Trill woman.

Nodding jovially, Schwein acquiesced. "Very well. Then here is to old friends, new friends, friends we've fought with, and against..." As she listed off each one, she made eye contact with each woman there, her smile wide as it could be. "And here's to getting blitzed and painting the town red!" Here, she raised her glass in general, lifting it high and almost spilling it on herself.

"May tonight's adventures compete with the greatest stories we tell in the halls of pirates, gods, and Starfleet legends!"

Joining in, raising her glass with the others to the bride-to-be, Tovanna was wondering what in the world she had stumbled into. Thor? Loki? Pirates?!? Commander Paris was right, be prepared for ANYTHING. Tova was going to keep to virgin drinks and learning more about her crew, lest she become loose-lipped and end up saying something to infuriate someone who could erase one more of her already dying race from the universe. Her gallows humor was known far and wide among her old friends when it came to things medical and scientific. This, however, contrasted with her naiveté when it came to the more bawdy turns conversations could take in situations like this.

In terms of her people she was basically a twenty-something. A very sheltered one, at that, due to the protective nature of her parents, and the devastating situation in which the El-Aurian race found themselves. They had dreams of Tovanna finding a suitable husband of her own race, so had kept her at arm's length from others, as a dutiful daughter. Now she was out on her own for more than just a conference, and would not be returning anytime soon.

For the first time ever, Tovanna Mah found herself ready to scurry back to her room with a good story, feeling quite in over her head.