10-15-2026, 10:40 PM
Mara approached the holodeck. She paused at the door, and checked her reflection in the glossy panel.
Her costume was something of a collaboration. The original idea had been Counsellor Kuik’s, in an attempt to get Mara to wear something out of her comfort zone and therefore not completely covering and baggy. Mara herself had made a few tweaks and then she’d called on Beka Sydesh to help with the final version, calling in one of the many favours the redhead owed her.
The Valkyrie outfit channelled one of the main reference points, Tessa Thompson’s character from the early 21st century movies. The trousers and vest top were a light grey, and the silver scaled metal armour that wrapped her torso had taken an age to get right. She wore dark brown knee-high boots that featured ornate shin plates in the same silver, and a pair of sheathed short swords hung from a big leather belt around her wide hips. A calf-length ultramarine blue cape hung from her shoulders.
Heavy muscles shifted under caramel brown skin as Mara went bare-armed. Combined with her wide shoulders, it actually made her look more powerful and imposing. She had the definition and tone to make a bodybuilder weep, the product of all the long hours in the gym and a punishing fitness regime. She never showed much of anything but at the counsellor’s urging, she’d relented here.
Her hair was braided and swept across to the left, falling over her left shoulder, and the bare right side of her head now bore a stylised (and temporary) Norse wolf tattoo The outfit was completed by silver warpaint across her forehead and cheekbones, and heavy patches around her eyes that started black but faded to lighter blues at the edges.
Eventually the Security Chief hit the button to open the door and stepped in. When the giant figure in the suit stepped out behind her, Mara didn’t flinch. She looked around as she followed him through the house, quietly impressed by the attention to detail. She’d seen Addams Family movies and a lot of the various interpretations over the years. This place was the best of those ideas distilled down into one building.
As the two stepped out into the ballroom and the Frankenbutler withdrew, Mara headed for the drinks table and picked herself up a giant mug of non-alcoholic fruit punch before looking around. Seeing her friends, she headed over.
"Exactly, and why I went with this programme, well, it's a mix of programmes, but I'm really happy with how it turned out,” Aeryn was saying.
“So ya should be. Looks amazin’,” Calleja said as she joined the group. She took a moment to look over the costumes and grinned.
“Sorry Robin, hard to see ya there. The holo-effects are so cool. Cap’n Hally! Hat needs to be bigger, though you’re rockin’ tha’. An’... Poison Aeryn? Ya gonna make yer exes even greener than that outfit if they show up.”
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Her costume was something of a collaboration. The original idea had been Counsellor Kuik’s, in an attempt to get Mara to wear something out of her comfort zone and therefore not completely covering and baggy. Mara herself had made a few tweaks and then she’d called on Beka Sydesh to help with the final version, calling in one of the many favours the redhead owed her.
The Valkyrie outfit channelled one of the main reference points, Tessa Thompson’s character from the early 21st century movies. The trousers and vest top were a light grey, and the silver scaled metal armour that wrapped her torso had taken an age to get right. She wore dark brown knee-high boots that featured ornate shin plates in the same silver, and a pair of sheathed short swords hung from a big leather belt around her wide hips. A calf-length ultramarine blue cape hung from her shoulders.
Heavy muscles shifted under caramel brown skin as Mara went bare-armed. Combined with her wide shoulders, it actually made her look more powerful and imposing. She had the definition and tone to make a bodybuilder weep, the product of all the long hours in the gym and a punishing fitness regime. She never showed much of anything but at the counsellor’s urging, she’d relented here.
Her hair was braided and swept across to the left, falling over her left shoulder, and the bare right side of her head now bore a stylised (and temporary) Norse wolf tattoo The outfit was completed by silver warpaint across her forehead and cheekbones, and heavy patches around her eyes that started black but faded to lighter blues at the edges.
Eventually the Security Chief hit the button to open the door and stepped in. When the giant figure in the suit stepped out behind her, Mara didn’t flinch. She looked around as she followed him through the house, quietly impressed by the attention to detail. She’d seen Addams Family movies and a lot of the various interpretations over the years. This place was the best of those ideas distilled down into one building.
As the two stepped out into the ballroom and the Frankenbutler withdrew, Mara headed for the drinks table and picked herself up a giant mug of non-alcoholic fruit punch before looking around. Seeing her friends, she headed over.
"Exactly, and why I went with this programme, well, it's a mix of programmes, but I'm really happy with how it turned out,” Aeryn was saying.
“So ya should be. Looks amazin’,” Calleja said as she joined the group. She took a moment to look over the costumes and grinned.
“Sorry Robin, hard to see ya there. The holo-effects are so cool. Cap’n Hally! Hat needs to be bigger, though you’re rockin’ tha’. An’... Poison Aeryn? Ya gonna make yer exes even greener than that outfit if they show up.”
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