12-15-2023, 03:13 PM
It had started out as a joke, as these things often did.
Faced with trying to organise a festive party for their department, 2 Security officers who didn’t want to do it had chatted amongst themselves about who would be the worst possible person to take their place.
To be a truly terrible holiday party organiser, it would have to be someone who actively detested the forced merriment, wanted nothing to do with people, and had no understanding of the human traditions or desire to learn.
There was someone who came to mind. She had an unfailing ability to be elsewhere when social gatherings usually took place, grew up on a relentlessly grim and miserable planet with no traditions that could be remotely described as festive, and who had been known to respond to relentlessly cheerful people with a stream of invective that would have made the most hardened Marine blush.
There had been a lot of creative swearing when the fake message volunteering her made it to Mara Calleja. Her desk had a new gouge on it where she’d damn near smashed a PADD straight through the surface. It was the closest she had ever come to breaking a 15-year vow not to touch alcohol. But then, something had clicked in the darkest recesses of her mind. Her lips had pulled back in that faintly unsettling feral smile of hers. If they wanted an Artemis holiday party, then that’s exactly what she was going to give them.
Word had spread amongst Support when they realised what Mara was doing and before long, that plan had led to this refitted cargo bay and an open invite to the whole crew. If it went badly wrong and the jokes didn’t land, well, Mara was the organiser. Shame for her. But if it went well, of course it couldn’t have happened without the efforts of the crew in purple…
That had been the bargain struck between Mara and Cera Morgan, and the Security officer was just fine with it. There was some risk involved in poking fun at the Artemis’ reputation on several fronts but she didn’t want anything to do with another bland textbook gathering. She had ended up organising a party for the crew and if nothing else, she wanted to make sure it was memorable.
I don’t think anyone is gonna forget this in a hurry Calleja thought to herself as one of the holo-sleds zoomed overhead. The Captain is either gonna shoot me or drink with me. Although if she really wants to punish me, she’ll make me do this again. This was a lot of work, gettin’ all this outta my head.
Mara herself was leant against a bar with a glass of the non-alcoholic ‘shine. She was wearing a long-sleeved thigh length black dress with an ornate beaded bodice, tall boots, and black and white dias de los muertos facepaint. The left side of her head had been freshly shaved that morning, her hair tied into ornate braids that hung over her right shoulder. A black and white Santa hat completed the look, and she watched the faces of the crew as they came through the door and took in the sights and sounds of the Artemismas party.
== Let the festivities begin! Please have fun with this - there's plenty out there to run with.
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Faced with trying to organise a festive party for their department, 2 Security officers who didn’t want to do it had chatted amongst themselves about who would be the worst possible person to take their place.
To be a truly terrible holiday party organiser, it would have to be someone who actively detested the forced merriment, wanted nothing to do with people, and had no understanding of the human traditions or desire to learn.
There was someone who came to mind. She had an unfailing ability to be elsewhere when social gatherings usually took place, grew up on a relentlessly grim and miserable planet with no traditions that could be remotely described as festive, and who had been known to respond to relentlessly cheerful people with a stream of invective that would have made the most hardened Marine blush.
There had been a lot of creative swearing when the fake message volunteering her made it to Mara Calleja. Her desk had a new gouge on it where she’d damn near smashed a PADD straight through the surface. It was the closest she had ever come to breaking a 15-year vow not to touch alcohol. But then, something had clicked in the darkest recesses of her mind. Her lips had pulled back in that faintly unsettling feral smile of hers. If they wanted an Artemis holiday party, then that’s exactly what she was going to give them.
Word had spread amongst Support when they realised what Mara was doing and before long, that plan had led to this refitted cargo bay and an open invite to the whole crew. If it went badly wrong and the jokes didn’t land, well, Mara was the organiser. Shame for her. But if it went well, of course it couldn’t have happened without the efforts of the crew in purple…
That had been the bargain struck between Mara and Cera Morgan, and the Security officer was just fine with it. There was some risk involved in poking fun at the Artemis’ reputation on several fronts but she didn’t want anything to do with another bland textbook gathering. She had ended up organising a party for the crew and if nothing else, she wanted to make sure it was memorable.
I don’t think anyone is gonna forget this in a hurry Calleja thought to herself as one of the holo-sleds zoomed overhead. The Captain is either gonna shoot me or drink with me. Although if she really wants to punish me, she’ll make me do this again. This was a lot of work, gettin’ all this outta my head.
Mara herself was leant against a bar with a glass of the non-alcoholic ‘shine. She was wearing a long-sleeved thigh length black dress with an ornate beaded bodice, tall boots, and black and white dias de los muertos facepaint. The left side of her head had been freshly shaved that morning, her hair tied into ornate braids that hung over her right shoulder. A black and white Santa hat completed the look, and she watched the faces of the crew as they came through the door and took in the sights and sounds of the Artemismas party.
== Let the festivities begin! Please have fun with this - there's plenty out there to run with.
==