Alternate-recipient: prohibited Resent-date: Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:47:28 -0600 (CST) Date: Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:24:03 -0500 (EST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: "Vincenti, Michelle" Subject: (sQ-ff) Prelude to a Party Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaQuest fanfic list Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Posting-date: Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:24:00 -0500 (EST) Importance: normal Priority: normal Sensitivity: Company-Confidential UA-content-id: B81ZXCST5O6H A1-type: MAIL X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/413 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by stgenesis.org id TAA17565 Hey everyone! Ellie asked me to forward this to y'all...she's having problems subbing to the list with her other address :) Send all the comments to her, though. (I'll forward them if you send them here, but I'd rather you didn't...) ~Michelle :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Halloween a little bit late. (Did everyone have a good one? I did. I was at a Sarah McLachlan concert!! *big grin*) This story is like the candy you get when you trick-or-treat- sweet, not very filling, but I hope worth it :) These characters are *not* mine :) Notes: This is a tiny piece from a universe I share with several others. All the reader really needs to know is: At the end of Season One everyone except Crocker decided to stay ; The boat took three years to rebuild ; Season Two crew just added on; At this point in time Nathan and Kristin have been married about 6 months; Thanks to Ann Martin for editing. Thank you Ann! :) Thanks to Michelle V. who is hopefully forewarding this to the list for me as I was booted with no warning and my school addy won't sub :(. Thank you Michelle. :) (BTW how *is* that poker story going? *eg*) Prelude To A Party As she smoothed the rich red velvet of her skirt, Katherine Hitchcock wondered for what seemed to be the thousandth time how she let herself get talked into these things. It was, quite frankly, ridiculous.She should have known better than to ask Kristin Westphalen-Bridger for costume advice... A sharp rap on her door broke Katie out of her reverie. “Come in." she called out, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. Her fortitude was rewarded- and her temper greatly improved-as Benjamin Krieg walked through her door. She had to fight the urge to burst out into laughter. Ben was dressed as a pirate, down to the peg leg, the eyepatch, and the parrot. “Ben,” was all she managed. Krieg could sense Katie was slightly irritated by the costume situation, and that she badly needed a laugh. If that laugh was at his expense what did it really matter. He’d been Katie’s fool since the day he met her. “Appropriate.” Krieg spread his arms wide so she could get a better view. “Though I should have known what I was getting into, asking Kristin for advice.” “You too Ben?” Katie sympathized Ben nodded in mock misery, but his eyes were sparkling when he teased her. “Though I must say she did a *much* better job with you.” “Please,” Katie snorted in reply, “I look like a giant cupcake.” In truth she looked stunning. The velvet gown had a princess waistline and a scooped neck; the bodice was swirled with black beadwork. The skirt was a medium hoop, giant hearts-in the same beading that was on the bodice- in various parts. Her dark hair-now looking almost black- was swept up in curls on her head and anchored by a small tiara. “The Queen of Hearts,” she groused, “how ridiculous. How on earth did Kristin ever come up with this one?” There was a visible softening on Krieg’s face as he answered quietly “I think I know.” Hitchcock was oblivious to the shift in her companion’s demeanor; she was too busy trying to put on her mask. Krieg stepped over , reached for the mask, carefully slid it over Katie’s head. It was red velvet like the dress, with a fine edging of beads. “Thanks,”she smiled, “Shall we go?” Ben stepped aside and sketched a little half bow. “After you your Majesty.” Katie just glared at him, sweeping out into the hallway- almost running into O’Neill, Ortiz, Piccolo, and Lucas. “I think” she snickered “I think just ran into the Three Musketeers, plus D’Artagnan. Ben,” she hollered back into her quarters,” Come on you have to see this!” Ben came thumping out, took one look at his friends and burst out in howls of laughter. “You guys are too much!” O’Neill shifted in his value and gold tunic, leggings, and plumed hat; Ortiz just puffed his chest out with an attitude of "hey look at me I’m the sexiest thing in the world"; Lucas just stared at Katie. Tony pulled out a sword: a beautiful, antique, honest to God sword. A sword that had no fencing guard on it . “You wanna say that again," he said,his accent made it sound like even more of a threat. Krieg’s self-preservation skills kicked in “Uhh no,” he assured smoothly,“very nice” Piccolo resheafed his sword. “I think you look great,” Katie laughed. The hit of the party, no doubt. Who suggested your costumes?” She was only mildly surprised when the foursome answered “Kristin.” “Lord” Krieg breathed “did she costume the entire senior staff?” “Guess it’s all that theater she did” Ortiz shrugged. O’Neill cast curious glances around his fellow crewmembers.“Ready?” “As we’ll ever be.” Katie spoke for all of them. The small group made their way down to the med-bay to collect another member of their party. “Speaking of which” O’Neill spoke up again “you should see the Captain and Dr. Westphalen. Look like something straight out of Jane Austen.” While the others looked confused, Katie cast O’Neill a sidelong mischievous glance “ Emma and Mr. Knightly?” O’Neill’s eyes lit up at the unexpected prospect of finding another Austen-phile “ Actually I was thinking more of Elizabeth Bennet and her beau whose name,” he chuckled, “I can *not* remember at the moment.” Katie’s brow creased in concentration “You know I can’t remember it either.” Krieg poked O’Neill in the ribs and snickered “You’ve read Austen?” Fortunately poor Tim was saved the ribbing of his life by the most unlikely of sources: Lonnie Henderson. The ensign came skidding down the corridor, curls and petticoats flying everywhere. Yes, petticoats. Henderson was dressed as Little Bo Peep, -now * she* looked like a cupcake. Accompanying her was a stuffed sheep she carried under her arm... and a very tall figure draped in a sheet “ Dagwood!” the company chorused. The two fell in step and the group continued down towards the med-bay. “Yes” Henderson laughed “dozens of patterns and Dagwood here picks the most common.” “Mmmmm,” spoke up Dagwood, “Dagwood likes being a ghost.” Henderson giggled again, an annoying high pitched sound. “And that’s all that counts.” She finally noticed the costumes of those around her, which prompted another round of the inane giggling. “After all we’ve got the Three Musketeers, a pirate, and a Queen.” “A Queen of Hearts” Ben corrected her. Henderson glared Lucas found his voice again “ What is that insane humming?” he was gawking furiously to find the source. Suddenly a reedy voice sang out: “Charleston, Charleston made in Caro-lina Some dance Some prance..” At the same time Ortiz let out a long whistle and let out with “Hellooooo, Dr. Smith.” The group turned as one and saw Wendy Smith leaning in a door frame, a big smile on her face. “I sensed you all coming...but my little song does fit, does it not?” she smiled. At that moment Katie wanted to smack her. Ben -not to mention all the rest of the men-were drooling all over themselves. Smith was dressed as a flapper and she looked authentic. To say the least. Her dress was short and consisted of nothing but fringe. She twirled her feather boa like a virtuoso, the feather in her head band matching perfectly. “Yeah” Piccolo answered for all the males present. “Oh yeah. Do you dance?” Smith just arched one perfectly plucked eyebrow at the suggestion. “Are you all cleared for dancing in this corridor?” The voice came from behind; once again the group en masse. Brody was standing there-dressed all in black- arms crossed smug smile on his face...what they could see of his face. Most of it was obscured by a pair of Ray-Bans. “Geez Jimmy” Henderson chirped, even confusion never taking off the ever lasting cheerful edge. “what are you supposed to be?” Wendy answered for him. “ A MIB or a Man In Black," she sauntered over to him, “supposedlyan elite top secret branch of the C.I.A, N.S.A-take your pick. Dedicated to eradicating all traces of alien life on earth.” She paused for a minute, as if considering something. "Hmmmm. Men with ultimate power and big guns.” She leaned over into his face and stage-whispered “Very Freudian, Jimmy.” She clucked him under the chin and then walked away. The Three Musketeers were trying their best not to laugh out loud but it was a losing battle. As they cracked up, the group wound it’s way down to the launch bay. As they arrived, something struck Lonnie as odd. “ Where’s Jonathan?” she queried anxiously. The others let Katie field this one “He’s been helping Nathan and Kristin set things up. He’ll meet us there.” “Hey ,” Smith began conspiratorially, “do you have any idea...” Henderson anticipated the question “...what Jon’s costume is? No clue but I heard it’s good.” She grinned evilly -or as evilly as she could. “Sort of Kristin’s pay back.” Ortiz was incredulous “He let her help him? God help us, it’s the Seventh sign” Piccolo interjected “Hey Smith, why didn’t you just read their minds and find out?” Smith straightened and glared icily “I *do* have some morals.” Only Katie and Henderson heard her pout “Nathan and his 'asking permission'." “Morals shmorales” Katie grumbled. Lonnie just smiled and acted like she knew what Katie wastalking about. “Launch’s ready,” someone called, “Any one have their masks on, besides Katie?” A general pandemonium erupted as eight supposed adults attempted to mask themselves. Eventually everything worked out, and the crew of the seaQuest was off, ready for the Halloween party to end all Halloween parties. -Finis Well folks? Should I write about the party? E-mailed comments are appreciated at ejones02@shepherd.wvnet.edu Please just to that addy as I no longer have access to the list :( ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe