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Who: Misty and all you revelers
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: The FS Starlight
When: All night long!!! It's Mardi Gras!!!

[Aww everyone look at this cute hippie girl with her sweet southern drawl not having a mental breakdown like the last time most of you would have seen her. She's also got a more festive get up on: a shiny gold bodice fits over her flowing black dress, bright purple and green scarves drape around her shoulders, and a jaunty top hat sits on her head. Grinning from ear to ear, she addresses the fleet:]

Hey y'all this is Misty! I don't know how much or what folks here know about Earth holidays and all that, but today's a big one where I come from: Mardi Gras. It's like... this big feast day right before a period of fastin' in preparation for Easter. It won't be the same without the parades and the costumes and the food - ain't got no gumbo in space apparently - but I found this sweet club called that plays some pretty good jazz and I sure would appreciate some company if y'all are interested in a little fun!

[After giving the location of the club and what time she'll meet you there, she picks up a glass full of what looks like beer and tilts it in the direction of her audience.]

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

[Let the good times roll, and feel free to use this as a mingle post if you like!]

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[B-but Misty Makie's whole thing is thinking too much it's why she never gets anything done--]

I'm not sure I could think less if I tried.

[Misty grins.]You're too smart for your own good, that's the problem.

So I have been told. [In far less complimentary ways. Her tone is dryly amused.] Perhaps this requires drinking first.

[She laughs.]

Maybe. Let's get you a drink then. Don't think they got Hurricanes, but I'm sure we can find something good.

[Her eyebrows lift a little, but Makie happily follows Misty off the dance floor.] Dare I ask what a Hurricane is?

It's a drink from New Orleans, the city I'm from - got lots of rum and passion fruit and lemon. [She grins.] It'll really knock you on your ass if you don't watch it.

Hmm. I have to confess I haven't given much thought to alcohol in some time. [Not with being ill.] You choose. I'll trust your judgment.

[Grin.] You sure that's a good idea?

[She grins a little to show she gets the joke. But serious answer:] I'm sure you'll steer me to something that tastes decent. None of this looks familiar to me at all.

[She'd rather not pick up swill by mistake.]

Well, what's your favorite kind of fruit? That'll give me a good idea where to start.

Ah...

[That. Is a good question. From the vaguely perplexed look on her face, it's probably clear Makie has absolutely no clue.]

I'm not... apple? Grapes? [She doesn't have a favourite anything.] I don't mind either of those.

That we can work with, real easy. Won't be but a minute!

[After disappearing into the crowd, Misty returns shortly with two drinks in hand: a golden liquid in a bottle and a deep red-purple one in a fluted glass.]

Cider [She holds up the bottle] and wine [And the glass]. Your pick! I'll take whichever you don't want.

[To be honest, she's more attracted to the colour of the wine than anything, so after a moment of sizing them both up, Makie takes the glass, giving it an experimental sniff. This is the grape one, then.]

Thank you. Are these drinks common?

Yeah. Least where I from they are, though beer is more common than cider.

Most of my drinking experience has been with various types of tea and sake. [No reason she can't try branching out, though. She takes a small sip.]

I think it will take some getting used to, but I certainly don't mind the taste. Do you have a favourite drink?

[She shrugs.] I usually just have a beer, when I do drink. It's not that often though - special occasions mainly.

I drank to soothe my nerves on occasion. [It's a common thing when you work in a brothel, really. But she was far more sober than many.] It's nice to drink just to be sociable.

[Bright smile. Misty lifts her bottle towards Makie's glass.] Wanna make a toast of it? To friends?

[Makie looks startled for the briefest of instants. Then she smiles, slow to start, but genuine.]

To friends.

To friends!

[And with that, she tilts her head back and takes a big old swig of her drink.]

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