Another World
Posted on Sat Nov 30th, 2024 @ 6:36am by Ensign Millicent Ambrose & Sergeant Tyrigus Fry
Edited on on Wed Dec 4th, 2024 @ 7:46pm
1,555 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
Episode 16 - Silent Cries
Location: Empok Nor - Various
Timeline: MD001 1800 hrs
The best place that Miliie could think of to meet Tyr, would be near a main entrance area. Just the fact that she had been asked out on a date and she accepted it, truly boggled her mind. She was excited, and Tyr, he is the first official date being at her newest post. A date that hadn't been set up by anyone else. This made her nervous, excited. Millie felt like she had stepped back in time to when she first started dating. The nerves that she felt were familiar. Okay, Millie just breathe it will be okay, Tyr's a great guy. He seemed to be nervous as well. Concentrate on Tyr, don't scare him.
Millie looked at what she was wearing, a pair of comfortable black slacks, dark blue blouse, her hair done in a french braid to keep her hair from getting in the way. Millie put her hands in her pockets to keep herself from playing with the lower end of her french braid.
Sifting his way through the crowd, Tyr smoothed his hair again as he let himself work with the crowd rather than against it, concentrating on that rather than on how nervous he was. He couldn't put his thumb on why he was nervous. The hard part was over. She'd said yes to going out, after all. He'd dressed simply in a Visitor-red jumpsuit and soft, ground-side boots, mimicking the look of countless freight crewers. He caught site of Millie and held up a hand, waving as he came close. "Hi, Millie. You...er. Glad to see you." He stammered, nearly voicing the stray thought that she might possibly stand him up.
Oh gosh, he's here! He made it! Millie hearing his voice, then seeing him, feeling rather relieved. Good, I didn't chase him off. pulling out her hands from her pockets and waving with one hand. "Hi there Tyr, glad you could make it. Want to figure out what sort of outfits we want to wear inside? I do know I want something that i can move about in, maybe they have something we can look at to decide?"
Tyr calmed as he picked up on Millie's excitement. Glancing about, he gestured toward where a sign that said Cloakroom glowed nearby and said, "From what I've been told. You can pay a fee to get face make-up and a basic outfit of some kind. Or opt for body paint." He said, Weaving through the spare crowd he stopped in front the kiosk's wall and it lit up, giving a menu of options. Glancing over his shoulder he said, "Looks like you can pick something basic out anyway. What's an Emo-Elf?"
Millie blinked a couple of times as she looked at the selection. "Well in some cases, it would be classified as a dark elf, one who likes to wear a lot of black. And they would give you some ears a little bit like a Vulcan's ears. Some like to have longer ears. I don't like those though, the extra long ears. All depends on the genre the elf is from. What do you like to do when you are off duty? Do you play an instrument? Maybe that will help you decide what you want to dress as. I need to figure out just what I want to wear, maybe something colorful. Maybe you can take a look and suggest something?"
Looking around, Tyr took that information in then grinned and gestured toward a kiosk with his thumb. "Think that might be the ticket for me." The kiosk advertised a random face paint mask and could also dispense a simple costume for a small fee. Walking over he found an open booth. Holding his wrist up so the reader could pick up his chip, it processed and the portal blinked green. Grabbing a hold of the handles, he pressed his face into the plane mask like fixture and he felt a humming and ding. He stepped back and could feel that something had been applied to his face. Glancing at a side mirror he saw he had a stylized bird's face with painted beak and feathers covering his face. A holo- barker popped up and offered him the complete package for Just a few credit's more.
Glancing back at Millie with a grin on his face, trying to decide how a bird person costume might go, he looked around at the various options that were shown. Then he noticed one very scantily clad woman in armor and winked at her, "Well, there's one labeled a Chick with chained males, he said. "Sounds dangerous."
The face paint that Tyr had, stirred a feeling from deep inside, that Millie hadn't felt in what seemed a very long time. She was feelilng just a wee bit daring. After all this was like a masquerade. "Hmmnn that does seem rather interesting. Wonder if they have facepaint to go with the look." There it was, the sort of look that Millie thought would go good with the outfit Tyr had suggested. The makeup was like a bold blue butterfly pattern which would make her dark brown eyes stand out.
"I will go with something like that outfit." Milie grinning, glancing at Tyr. "aloing with the makeup. " adding adjustments to the armor. The armored locations looking like dragon scale. Complete with that look were some leather boots which looked like they were made from silver dragon skin.
While Millie worked on her outfit, Tyr looked over choices and at his facial reflection several times then gave up deciding he didn't know enough about any of it and stepped into the next booth that had beckoned him (holographically) to go for the complete package. The booth clam-shelled around him and various options came up. And he tapped a few selections from the menu that hovered in front of him. After a few minutes, he was encouraged to disrobe and ensured that his clothing would be available for the next week for claiming. Then, trusting to the fates not to make him look too much the fool, Tyr closed his eyes and let the machine cycle.
Minutes later, he stepped out from the booth and saw that his skin was now a ruddy red, with both white stylized tatto-like feathers and what looked like actual fluffy white feathers glued to his skin. He was clad in cut-off long board shorts, sandals, a tank top bearing the worlds Rok-me on the front and crossed axes on the back. A very large buckled belt was around his waist and had the inscription declaring him wind-surf champion citing some obscure date.
Stepping out he blinked a couple times, looking at himself and then caught site of Millie. "You look awesome," he said admiringly. Then he looked at himself and said, "I apparently am something called an Aarakokra Barbarian Bro."
"Woah you look incredible, W-would it be okay if I examine your make up closely? I am amazed as to what it came up with for you, Tyr." Millie stepping close to Tyr, her hand reaching out to check out the feathers on Tyr's arm. Millie was rather intrigued by this. "Don't worry I don't plan on messing up the make up."
"Muss me all you want," Tyr told her. "If the press in the club is what I've heard, it's going to get mussed. You look pretty incredible yourself, you know."
"Thank you." Millie blushing at Tyr's compliment.
Millie gently ran her fingers along his arm, feeling the feathers that had been placed upon Tyr, the fine down that was there. Her fingers traced all the way towards his shoulder. "This is truly magnificent. " Now whether that was about his arm, the makeup or both, did it really matter? The pièce de résistance was the makeup on Tyr's face, Millie gently cupping a hand beneath his chin to move his head from side to side. "I really like this, it brings out the color of your lovely brown eyes." Millie just gazing into them.
Tyr liked her touch. Smiling, more he said, "Not bad for booth bought." He was assuming she meant the costume. There really wasn't much amazing about him and he gestured toward the entrance a brief gesture of his head. "You want to see what it's like in there?"
Millie glanced over towards the entrance, lowering her hand. There was a small knot in her stomach. A faint sense of worry, then it went away as she glanced back at Tyr, her hand reaching out to take his. "Yeah lets do this." flashing a brilliant smile towards Tyr before they stepped over the threshold leading into the club.
Tyr followed Millie, mentally preparing himself for the unknown. The music and beats coming from the club were already intoxicating. So was she. Millie seemed subtly changed and Tyr found himself wanting to see where the night went.
A Joint Post By:
Ensign Millicent Ambrose
Engineering Officer, USS Pioneer
Sergeant Tyrigus Fry
Rifleman, Team 1, The Cure
USS Pioneer
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