12-16-2023, 11:20 PM
"Whoa..." Emily said audibly as she entered the cargo bay. She'd been prepared for holiday decor, maybe music, add in some other Xenoethnology to ensure it was inclusive. But what had been designed and crafted was the last thing she'd expected when prepping for her first-themed event. It went beyond the realms of her imagination. Probably a few personal boundaries too.
The still caught her attention in the middle of the room, and Emily grinned. As much as she was known for reserved awkward ways, alcohol was always welcome and usually helped. However, as tempting as ordering a drink sounded, it would have to wait; the rest of the space demanded exploring before it would occur. With her hands lightly clasped behind her back she meandered around the zones.
Oh dear...avoid the Mistle-Zone.
How could such a thing exist in a space when different ranks mingled? Her cheeks flushed at the thought of it. What a way to complicate things. The rest of the zones were equally, if not more, bewildering.
Obscene snowmen? Sleds? Weights? Karaoke?
Emily ran her hands anxiously over the fabric of her soft red sweater dress. Her desire to live in the safe zone was immediate but instead, she moved back to her first instinct and walked to the still. It was time for that drink.
"Whisky sour," She ordered, "Please."
It arrived with a sprig of holly to decorate and Emily grinned. She took a long draw once the drink was crafted and in her hand. The welcoming taste calmed her nerves. She'd stay put for now. This drink would be gone in a blink and the next would be equally as welcomed.
The still caught her attention in the middle of the room, and Emily grinned. As much as she was known for reserved awkward ways, alcohol was always welcome and usually helped. However, as tempting as ordering a drink sounded, it would have to wait; the rest of the space demanded exploring before it would occur. With her hands lightly clasped behind her back she meandered around the zones.
Oh dear...avoid the Mistle-Zone.
How could such a thing exist in a space when different ranks mingled? Her cheeks flushed at the thought of it. What a way to complicate things. The rest of the zones were equally, if not more, bewildering.
Obscene snowmen? Sleds? Weights? Karaoke?
Emily ran her hands anxiously over the fabric of her soft red sweater dress. Her desire to live in the safe zone was immediate but instead, she moved back to her first instinct and walked to the still. It was time for that drink.
"Whisky sour," She ordered, "Please."
It arrived with a sprig of holly to decorate and Emily grinned. She took a long draw once the drink was crafted and in her hand. The welcoming taste calmed her nerves. She'd stay put for now. This drink would be gone in a blink and the next would be equally as welcomed.