festival day!

[thespaceopera]

Who: EVERYONE
Broadcast: Up to you
Action: Everywhere in the Yadrolla system!
When: 5/30

[At last, the day has come: Festival Day! Once again, the Starstrikers have taken the trophy this year. But that doesn't mean members of other teams, or those who didn't play, can't celebrate with the rest of them!

There are parties everywhere. Ribbons, streamers, and confetti litter every major street in the system. (Remember what they say about glitter...) There is food on every block, and people cramming into shops to get in on the merch.

Don't forget about the reason for the festival-- the pet adoption drive! A large playground-type area has been set up on the Starstrikers' desert moon where people can play and interact with the lovable creatures needing new homes. Whether you're looking for companionship or just something to do, there's plenty to coo over! Every pet comes with an info card listing a fanciful name and a general description of their age and temperament. Maybe Sir Pringle the puppy or Marquess Mariana the fish can become your new best friend.

Sadly, the Fleet will be drifting in about a week... but feel free to party until then!]

Comments

HOW DARE!?!

[passingthrough]

[He couldn't understand the carrot emoji along with three tango dancers? And he calls himself a genius! Also, henceforth, we will assume Pavel was naked upon receiving the text since he was in no regular attire.]

Pav-y! [She smiles brightly, putting her drink down and moving in to hug him. Pay no attention to the low cut, short, tight, black dress she's wearing.] The translation goes like this. [She starts shaking her hips to the music while still attached to him.]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[candothat]

[This is the second time Kitty has hugged him while wearing an unnecessarily sexy dress. How is that fair? And the thing she's doing? Also not fair.]

Pav-y? [He returns the hug for a moment before attempting to put a tiny bit of space between them.] Ah, of course. I should have known that that's what carrot dancing-people dancing-people dancing-people meant.

[passingthrough]

[Maybe the sexiness of this dress is not about you, Chekov! Patriarchy!

She laughs and pulls back some, but she keeps her hands on him his waist to encourage some hip shaking of his own.] Your full name is way too long. There was this whole extra letter in between being able to hug you.

And it's carrot for the plethora of celebration food. Tango for the plethora of dancing that is three times as important as the food.

[candothat]

[Look, he hasn't gotten laid in years, the sexiness doesn't have to be about him for it to be problematic.]

If it was to expedite the hugging process, I can allow it. [He places this hands on her shoulders and doesn't shake his hips so much as awkwardly shift his weight from foot to foot. Look, dancing!]

You left out drinking. Is drinking even less important than food?

[passingthrough]

[Is it a bad sign when the drunk one is still the more graceful dancer?]

I already did that part, but you can always catch up.

[candothat]

[He is gifted in other ways.]

I shouldn't. I would become morose and an even worse dancer.

[passingthrough]

No morose here. They're celebrating. It would be unseemly. [Laughing at her own joke. It wasn't really a joke. It was just a word choice that amused her.]

[candothat]

[Her amusement amuses him even if he doesn't understand what was funny.]

It would be. They would ask me to leave the planet and then I wouldn't be able to dance with you. [And he's even starting to do something more dancing-like! Imitation is completely within the realm of his capabilities.]

[passingthrough]

That would be tragic! And I was going to say what you're doing isn't dancing, but it's starting to get there. [She smiles at him.]

[candothat]

High praise, thank you... and in defense of my dancing abilities, I never go to places like this one at home. The dancing is different. [Different from the other kinds of dancing that he's entirely mediocre at.]

[passingthrough]

Show me your kind of dancing then. I bet I can keep up.

[candothat]

Of course you can, even drunk. [Since it's the kind of dance they did together a couple times (in this Kitty's memory) in Marina. He puts a hand on her waist and takes one of her hands with the other.] I would spin you, but that could end poorly.

[passingthrough]

[Oh, yes, this is familiar.] I could phase spin through the crowd. Think they'd enjoy that?

[candothat]

I think that several of the people who noticed you doing that would assume that you're a ghost and run away screaming.

[passingthrough]

Wouldn't be the first time. [And, no, it's not really fun, but she smirks as she says it anyway.]

[candothat]

[He kind of wants to ask, but this is not the time or place for stories.]

Maybe don't do it anyway. This is nice without any screaming.

[passingthrough]

Okay, just for you I won't wield myself through innocent bystanders. But it does seem like you owe me something for it. Whatcha got? [It doesn't at all, but she's curious what he'd come up with.]

[candothat]

You spoil me, thank you. Would you settle for a small, localized spin? [If so, that's what's going to happen. A nice, gentle, tipsy-dance partner-friendly spin.]

[passingthrough]

I'll take it. [He just wants to see her body twirling in that dress, right? He's going to get it especially since she stays nice and close as she does it, smiling all the while.]

[candothat]

[That was not the intention, but it's not like he minds. Who doesn't enjoy seeing their strictly platonic friend twirling in a sexy black dress while keeping a little closer than is strictly platonic? The level of attraction he experiences towards her is so platonic. Yep.

Pavel misses a couple of beats, conversationally and dancing-wise.]

No welding and no screaming. Very nice.

[A spectacular recovery.]

[passingthrough]

I'm not sure we're doing it right if no one is screaming. [Joking. She's happy to skip the screams.

And while her attraction to Chekov isn't a high thing it's also not nil. She can appreciate a warm body with a cute face. But she also doesn't want to further complicate anything she isn't ready to see through.]

[candothat]

Give me maybe six drinks and I'm certain my dancing will make everyone scream. [That might not be a joke. It definitely shouldn't be tested.

And yeah yeah, there are warm bodies with cute faces and fewer complications in the club, he's not getting his hopes up. Crying on each other and then passing out in the same bed is about as close to sleeping together as they're going to get.]

[passingthrough]

Is that because you'd do it naked? Five drinks is clothed Chekov. The sixth one gets a strip tease? [This is a totally safe conversation, right?]

[candothat]

Kitty... are you implying that my nakedness would be so horrible that people would scream? [Like. It's not exactly nice to hear, but he can't even be offended.]

[passingthrough]

[She laughs at that assumption, dismissing it instantly.] No! Excited screams like with male strippers which makes sense because, you know. You're male and stripping in this scenario.