Star Trek: Starbase 777

In the inside of the beach party programme, the holodeck's arch had been decorated to give party-goers a summery welcome. Winding branches curved directly around it in a trellised arch, woven with hibiscus of red, orange, and yellow. The entrance was supported by a wooden boardwalk which led directly down to the seating directly in front of the beach, the smell of warm salt water filling the air. To the left of the boardwalk was a volleyball court, set up and ready to go; and behind it an unlit campfire given that it was daytime. To the right was a circular bar hut with a thatched straw roof.

Korozysh was there nice and early. She'd just arrived to the station, hoping to become a regular performer here. She stretched upon arriving and immediately began setting up her gear. She expected her band to arrive sometime at evening, giving her plenty of time to mingle. She was dressed in an outfit not exactly suited for the weather; she wore a leather jacket with fishnets underneath and ripped shorts, complete with her piercings. It wasn't very summery, but it suited her performances.

Edgar had managed to drag himself out of bed extra early in order to both not wake his roommate and to make sure he was warmed up and ready for a volleyball tournament or two. He gave flowers woven around the entrance a pat, stepping through with a large grin. He wore a baggy white t-shirt, with the sleeves having been cut off years ago, and a pair of cargo shorts that ended just at his knees.

Suun, all long strides and smooth movement, made her way into the holodeck with a quick pause to admire the decoration, before moving the rest of the way inside. She sported loose, flowy clothing, a blouse and sarong combo on top of a one-piece swimsuit that she wasn’t quite sure if she would use today. Her hair was done up loosely above her shoulders, just enough to keep it out of the way.

Luno had, under xyr arms, a stack of books on xyr reading list, having planned to knock some entires off of the impressively long book to-do list that he’d been working on since the academy. He sported a gray and orange t-shirt, as well as swim trunks that went to his mid-thigh, and a bag slung over his back full of water bottles, a few bags of snacks, and a PADD or two with backup copies of his books.

Vida entered the holodeck full of spunk and excitement, ready for a good ball game. She'd just gone through a makeover, chopping short her hair and bleaching it, ready to see it gro back out over the summer. She sported her favorite pair of heart red shades, a United Earth flag crop top, and some jean shorts which she wore over her bikini. She still wasn't sure if she'd be going swimming or not, but she was prepared if so. As she entered, she immediately kicked off her sandals--a tradition. If you're on the beach, you're barefoot the whole time. No matter how rocky and painful the ground is.

Abby felt the wave of a summer warmth waft over her. The salty smell of the ocean, the heat on her skin, the sound of sand rustling as people ran about. It was all just like back home. She was wearing a yellow floral dress with her swimsuit underneath, though she wasn't planning to swim. She had a wide brimmed straw hat on, a beach towel and some books to keep her busy on the sand.

Eiheu was unmistakably excited to participate in her first party aboard the station. She heard that it was going to be a beach party, so Eiheu wore an outfit which she considered to be most fitting; a black wetsuit with red stripes, which covered almost her entire body. Although it was suitable attire for swimming, it wasn't exactly the most suitable attire for a party, since the all-black-and-red-stripes look of the wetsuit gave off the impression that Eiheu was some sort of spy going on a top-secret mission. Eiheu attempted to fix this by wearing a tropical flower crown on her head. Unfortunately, that just gave off the impression that Eiheu was a spy that was attempting to blend in with her surroundings, but was really really crap at it.

Klaa strutted in wearing a black bikini with a red floral skirt tied around her waist. She tipped her reflective sunglasses to take in the view.

Sorel walked into the holodeck and grimaced at the sun, sheilding her eyes, pulling out her sunglasses and putting them on. She was dressed in almost knee length shorts, a bikini top and an unbuttoned black hawaiian shirt. She scanned the area, trying to avoid as much people as possible when she made her way inside. (edited)

Mavna was wearing a standard issue one piece swimsuit, a flannel, and a pair of shiny aviator sunglasses. Held in one hand was a small drink carrier with two to-go iced coffees. Was she being a bit too forward bringing them for herself and Vesta? She wasn’t sure, but to be fair, she suggested it and Vesta was on board! She was being just a little disastrous, just a little. With haste, the young woman shuffled off toward the shallows. (edited)

This is stupid…but Gimura wasn’t going to just ignore a beach party which gave her a bit of a day off. She wore a bucket hat, a tank top, and some shorts, not wanting to get anywhere near the water. She wasn’t up for swimming today. She didn’t wanna get soaked, that was stupid… She took a look around the holodeck, huffed, and stomped over to the beachside seating.

Vesta entered the beach party and immediately raised her head to take in the warmth of the artificial sun. The temperature on Starfleet stations had always been comfortable, but tended to lean cool the warm air was a refreshing change from both the station and the climate of northern Trill. The woman wore her visor, though she had used it’s setting to give it a tint that acted like sun glasses, she wore swim trucks and a black athletic swim top, she had worn sandals to walk across the station but as soon as she entered, she kicked them off and left them with a pile of similarly abandoned shoes. Now she needed to find the woman she was here for.

Dakkil entered the holodeck in a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of swim trunks, patterned with watermelon slices. It wore flip-flops on its feet, and its hair was tied up in a pony tail to keep it cool under the artificial sun. It paused in the arch, looking around, noting that no one it recognized was here, at least, not yet. Well, aside from its boss, Lt. Cdr. Zalan, who seemed to be hanging out near various seating. After a moment's consideration, Dakkil headed towards the sandy shore of the ocean, pulling the loose t-shirt off as it walked.

Xai had spent the first two months of her time on board keeping to herself, keeping her head down, but figured she should probably start to put herself out there now that she was finally properly acclimated. With a tote bag over her shoulder and freshly dyed hair, the helmsman eyed its surroundings, mentally noting the bar's location if it wanted to grab a mocktail later. It was sure they had non-alcoholic options!! After a moment of deliberation, they decided to head towards the campfire.

Shane, fashionably late as party etiquette demanded arrived to the programmes entry. He was wearing sandals, khaki cargo shorts, an extremely ugly Hawaiian shirt which was at least four shades of fashion criminal. Oh and of course, a set of mirrored aviator sunglasses. In his arms he had some goodies for the campfire, wouldn't be a beach party without a barbeque after all! From burgers and corn to Targ Steaks he had it all in his grilling kit. Shane never, ever, came under provisioned for a party. The grill master had arrived.

A party! Silver loved those! She didn’t waste any time in the entryway, she already had her swan floatie with her. She was in a yellow ruffled bathing suit, very cute and puffy, but it didn’t matter because it would be getting wet very quickly. She beelined for the ocean.

Kirio tugged at their short sleeved shirt as they took mental note of the people gathered all along the beach— their initial impulse was to join the volleyball game, but.. no, their social anxiety decided, that would be a bad idea. Hmm. What else could they do? They didn't wanna just lounge around, so... Swimming probably wasn't a bad idea. Tying their hair up in a higher bun, they began to head for the shallows, just to splash around looking for critters before they decided to head deeper. Their favorite past time!

Arriving in what many would refer to as a “gaudy dumpster fire”, Sterling wore long swim shorts that hosted a variety of patterned images, ranging from earth flamingoes to simplified renderings of black holes, and a pair of sunglasses gifted to him in his early days of having a physical form, temporarily attached to the sides of his earless head by waterproof tape. He was ready to participate in a beach party, as long as he prevented high amounts of sand concentration in his joints.

Ready for the POOL, it was Haru dressed in a full body wet suit as if he were going surfboarding or something, but in reality it was just him trying to protect his sensitive skin. The best part about this beach party was the sun wouldn't actually burn him. He just needed to be careful with his skin. He had a very loooong pool noodle in hand as he was not the strongest swimmer and was just here to float and vibe.

, Did the doc plan to swim? No, but it hadn't kept him from looking the part. The closest he would get to water is the very edge of the shadows. Abdelaziz did not come alone.. as he was accompanied by a well-behaved ferret that sat firmly on his shoulder. The ferret, Cantaloupe, had a theme-matching leash and harness set, and came prepared with a little straw hat. As for the surgeon, he simply wore the basic knee-length shorts, a white tshirt, and an open red tropical shirt on top. The man immediately headed for the sands after entering— as to make a sand castle for Cantaloupe to prance around and inevitably destroy.

Well, who said Starfleet officers got to have all of the fun! Jilla, owner of the most lovely casino walked into the entryway with a smile on her face. She wore a nice gold one piece, with a black wide brimmed hat and shades. Along her arms with gold and black bangles made from only the finest metals. Was she mostly doing this to network? Maybe a little bit! Did she also just like hitting the beach? Hell yeah!

Near the Orion gambler, Maggie entered into the entryway! Wearing a cute blue two piece (she spent exactly an hour on the replicator colour matching with her uniform), sandals and with a PADD in hand (she felt really bad about being poor on her reports recently, so she was gonna help Iki out!). It was time to have some solid fun at the water, and also work so her kind of jerk co-worker wasn’t upset with her!

, Did the fire hazard plan to swim? ABSO-FRICKING-LUTELY! It may have been fake water but he arrived to hang out with the fake fishes, collect sea shells that would disappear once the program was over, and hope that nobody decides to add any sharks. Wesley came in black swim shorts that were part trunks, part dry suit, but went down to his knees. His shirt was that of an actual white drysuit with long sleeves, both sleeves mixed with blue and black. Of course, his subtle shaper-padding was still tucked underneath. He ducked out from the entryway and immediately wrote in sand next to it: 'ENG IS BEST' ... and immediately skittered off to go disappear in the ocean.

Jilla hummed as she looked at the writing. She put below “ENG is Best” a simple message. “Come to Triple 7’s Casino! :)” Before going down towards the bar.

Ellie had never been to a beach before today. She didn't even have a swimsuit t-minus two hours, thirty-three minutes, and twelve seconds ago, and even then her swimsuit was more of a surfing bodysuit, and even then the woman still wore her trench coat. She didn't plan to swim with it on, of course, she had a pen in there that she didn't want to smudge on the inside pocket. Had it been a degree colder, she'd probably be disturbing, but she felt awfully warm under the sun; could... Golem's skin tan? The thought crossed her mind as she tried to stare at the sun through lightly parted fingers. It was probably a good time to test the waters, literally; taking off her trench-coat for once Ellie started walking over to a rock side to leave it.

Tal-terrh didn't really go to beaches. The effect of the sun on his skin was well-documented and left him feeling raw and useless, so he avoided places that combined solar radiation with toplessness. But on this station, there was no radiation in the light that would hurt him, and even if there was, he could simply walk to the sickbay and get healed. And so when Tarsek extended an invitation to him, he found himself willing to agree to a new experience. Tarsek had referred to it as a date, which meant dressing somewhat nicely. He had spent several hours trying to figure out something decent that would be suitable for a beach, that allowed him to cover up without overheating. So now he stood, clad in a lilac wrap tunic that was easy to put on and take off and close-fitting dark purple pants that would dry swiftly, near the entrance, sandals in hand, hoping to recognise Tarsek's aura as the other man walked in so he could intercept him.

Tarsek had taken his time to find a proper attire. Being from one of the most arid parts of the sizzling planet of Vulcan provided for a wardrobe that contained many pieces that could keep his body at a comfortable cool temperature despite covering most of it. However the challenge, as always, was to match his day to day wear to the occasion. What did he possess that would be considered “tropical”? Not much, but with the help of Garcia, they had arrived at some sort of middle ground: a swimsuit that resembled some ancient Earth fashion, a reddish tunic that actually had some sort of leaves in the pattern (and that he conceded to wear open) and a pair of havaianas, specific Brazilian sandals for the beach. The detail of the date, which he himself had proposed, may have had something to do with the time he took as well. Its was less about showing off though, since Tal-terrh wouldn’t exactly see his outfit, and more about fitting in and not wishing to attract unwanted attention to them both by choosing something improper. A matter of respect. Garcia had assured him it was fine, just as she assured him that the party was the perfect venue for a second date. They had both arrived and entered the hollodeck together, but the human quickly vanished as to not pose an obstacle. His eyes darted around looking for the pale figure of his companion for the event.

Speaking of the little devil, Garcia was more than happy to leave her friend alone. To have convinced him to call his valentine to the event had been a miracle by itself. She would have liked to meet Tal, but maybe introducing close friends was better done in the third date… for now she would give them both space and rip the details out of the mister Tall and Vulcansome later. She arrived in Brazilian Beach Fashion: a bikini, a sarong with a colorful pattern in the fabric depicting palm leaves, various birds and fruits tied at the waist and of course her havaianas. No shorts or shirts, she had the full intention of giving the holographic ocean a try!

Despite the bright light, Tal-terrh couldn't recognise Tarsek's silhouette as it approached through the entrance of the holodeck. They had not met with enough regularity for Tal to be able to pick out familiar features in everchanging contours. But Tal would not be who he was if he forgot people's aura, if he couldn't read their souls. In a way, Tarsek represented a homing beacon of tranquility in this chaotic, crowded place, and he could use it to find his way to his side. "Shall we?" he simply asked as he appeared beside Tarsek, his long hair completely tied up for once, leaving his pale face uncharacteristically open.

The voice beside Tarsek surprised him, though not enough to allow any sentiment to be perceived, physically or psionically. Tal-terrh appeared to have the ability to move with silent gracefulness, it was a skill to be admired. “Live long and prosper, Tal-terrh.” Tarsek offered the ta’al, if anything simply because it was proper. “I was satisfied by your acceptance of my proposal. Let us explore the area, if it is agreeable.” He moved a bit towards the #sands area to signal the way in which he wished to stroll by, waiting to see if Tal-terrh would follow.

Back on a starbase and right in time for a party! Ngozi arrived in a strappy colorful bikini. Her braids were pink and teal today and reached her mid back. She wore a Bastion Bats t-shirt that was cropped as much as a shirt possibly could be while still showing off the team name. She also wore the official replicatable version of her massive galactic bowl ring, the “real” one made of near irreplicatable crystals was safely in some vault somewhere, though the two looked almost identical. She wore large sunglasses as well as strappy sandals. Now she had to decide where in the party she should head to.

Life is hard in a space station in space, believe it or not. Its kinda boring, lit like an industrial warehouse, and you have to work there everyday. The weather is just, comfortably cold and slightly less comfortably cold depending on what you were wearing. Today, finally, is not one of those days however. A day Maya had so longed for. The beginning of SUMMER!! Like the very hyperactive and easily excited child she is inside, Maya wasted no time as she rushed into holodeck. She very much dressed for the occasion with a black and yellow bikini. Slung over her shoulder was a surfboard to hopefully catch some waves, or at least try since it had been a very long time since Maya actually surfed. Finally, she brought along some wholesome accessories to the occasion, a bandolier of water balloons around her chest and a water gun the size of a standard Starfleet phaser rifle in her hands. All the summer fun for the whole family! As she stepped into the entryway to the beach, Maya took in a deep breath "GOOOOODD MORRNING, 777! Who're we gonna soak wet today!" She proudly exclaimed with a laugh, almost as if she waited a year or so to say that, before she headed off.

Stepping into the Holodeck slightly fashionably late was Corvus, she wore a cute black bikini flecked with little bits of gold glitter, covered up with a thin matching black and gold sarong around her body and a pair of dark sunglasses, she smiled and paused as she took in the view, looking around the area at everyone gathered, before she started to wander, looking for her partner.

Meret was not a social person, not at all. She’d rather be left alone, doing her little things, maybe with the company of a very selected few. Why was she at this “Beach Party”? That not even she knew. Maybe it was just curiosity. This was, after all, the most diverse place she had ever stepped foot on. There were hundreds, thousands of cultures aboard… a scientist had to have a good amount of curiosity to be good, and Meret was better than good, modesty be put aside. So she entered the holodeck in a long dress made of a fine almost see through material that pooled elegantly down her frame. She had done her research and knew there would be the option to swim, so she came prepared with a dark swimsuit underneath it, if temptation arose. Not very likely, but she was trying to attend with an open mind and ready for new experiences. And if everything went downhill she could at least bask in the artificial sun away from the rest, she knew she would definitely enjoy the heat on her scales.

Sinau hadn't been to the beach in a while, a couple of decades at least. The last beach she was at was swallowed into a supernova, and didn't exist anymore, but even after all of this time, her old swimsuit was something she kept 'just in case', the swim shorts and the crop top like summit piece, it was comfortable for the Romulan. She still felt a bit exposed, but the warmth of the sun chipped her down to a comfortable melancholy. Shit... why is the sand so damn hot? The woman didn't remember that part of the beach; she just remembered the subtle cool of the water, the weird shit that would freak her out when she stepped on it in the water. She almost regretted stepping out of her comfort zone, but she needed to. Should she have invited Yaveru? Would she have even come?

Dezyim had been cooped up in engineering for far too long; he was looking forward to stretching his legs and getting some sun. The walk between his quarters and the holodeck was long enough that he’d managed to get chilly, but that was immediately rectified upon stepping through the holodeck’s threshold. He had ended up settling on a simple pair of engineering yellow swim trunks, and while he was unsure of it at the time he now realized they matched some of the hibiscus flowers. And that was… good? People seemed to appreciate it when colors matched, so he was deciding it was good. His hair was uncharacteristically down rather than pushed back, and it fell into his face in a way that meant he kept having to push it back. He’d brought a PADD with the current romance he was reading downloaded to it, intending to have a little time to himself to enjoy it in the beach atmosphere. But first, he figured he’d pick up something cool to drink. He took a moment to scan the holobeach before starting in the direction of the bar. (edited)

It have been... a couple of months! For sure! Something Syrax, if he didn't think about too much, could easily ignore and channel that worry and concern for his cousin instead. So upon hearing about the beach holodeck, the helmsman got quite the ambitious idea of proposing an outing to Saren, arguing that the scientist needed a holiday and a tan after everything that had transpired upon the starbase. Clad in red swimming shorts and an unbuttoned pink hawaiian shirt covered in red shrimp pattern because of course, the taller of the two was urging the other to follow him to the campfire.

Syrax was... frustratingly convincing, sometimes. Despite being raised on Vulcan, the helmsman was somehow both infuriatingly secretive about his personal life, and rather charismatic when it came to both prying, and suggesting something. Today he succeeded in the latter, which is why Saren was following along, somewhat matching with his brother via longer, black shorts, and a white linen button-up. The shirt was done only halfway, enough to cover up the scars on his abdomen, but leaving the rest of his skin open to the air. The only other addition were the sunglasses, because sometimes having green eyes was not the greatest perk to have. Especially when it was sunny. He did not have enough time to look around (and maybe try to spot anything to stare at, like a... a seaweed, or something), before he got dragged off to the campfire.

A little late but determined to be present, Marze got into the holodeck with shorts, a top and sandals. Her arms, legs and stomach were bare, showing off the impressive physique of a warrior and an athlete. Under it all, a simple blue bikini that would allow her to enjoy the sea if she so wished. She looked around and spotted some people playing volleyball on the sand. Perfect actually! She did feel like letting out some steam. And off she went to join them.