Star Trek: Starbase 777 - temple-entrance

The entrance to the temple was decorated in red and gold with handmade paper lanterns adorning the beautiful gateaway. There were a few things to do at the entrance such as picking up 'prophet money' -- burnable paper made to replicate ancient Bajoran currency, as well as some incense that people could put into the urn of sand. There were also tables filled with snacks such as sandwiches and crisps and all sorts of things. The items on the tables were not labelled as they were not for consumption! Not yet at least. They were for the hungry ghosts! Bajoran prayers were written on pieces of paper that hung from the offerings table, hoping to appease the hangry ghosts vistiing that day!

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Essen walked in beside her mother and Copia, hoping to be able to have some fun with these hungry ghosts! Essen was a fan of horror movies, but secretly, in the back of her mind, she hoped she'd be able to visit/see the ghost of her deceased father Senutt. Maybe. She wasn't sure. But she was at least excited to take part in a controlled ghost environment. Copia and Erra flanked Essen on either side, as Essen noticed the temple being outfitted for the festival.

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Erra kept a hand on Essen's shoulder, also secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to see Senutt again. An inkling in the back of her head, a secret hope, that she'd be able to see her husband again, even if briefly. Still, she was excited to spend some time along with her daughter and her friend.

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Copes followed the Vulcan girl pair, ensuring both were okay - and also wishing a ghost of her own would be visiting. She hoped she'd be able to see her namesake again. Even if briefly. Just once. Maybe it would be a connection she'd benefit from. Either way, she was ready, and followed Essen and Erra into the temple.

One of the station's favourite necromancers was there, of course. He waved to the mother-daughter Vulcan duo and their android friend on his way towards the temple. He took a fistfull of incense and stuck it into the burner to light them. He was gonna summon some ghosts with these! Today, he was dressed in Romulan robes, long emerald green fabric with an intricate lace pattern!

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Upon seeing Rennie, Essen as well as her mother and Copia waved to him, with a smile - well, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She was excited to try something new, something different. And she had high hopes for all this.

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Teno walked in, wearing traditional Bajoran robes that he only wore for special occasions. And this of course was one of them! His pants were very flowy and big and his shirt was kind of wrapped around his upper body with a sash across his chest. The colors of his clothing were warm and matched the jewel tones in his earring which dangled from his ear, brightly reflecting the light coming from the bonfire. He smiled as people milled about and walked toward the table to pick up the 'prophet paper' for his offering at the bonfire later. He smiled at folks as he weaved through the crowd.

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Kakabam was here too! Had this festival been a little earlier, Riki would have been able to attend, but the sleepy boy was already asleep so Kakabam was attending independently, He was dressed in his best Bajoran attire; a long dark purple and gold floor-length dress with a completely open back. They did have a piece of fabric to cover up a lil, but Kakabam really liked showing skin. It was fine, the ghosts could admire them.

Maran'agar did not believe in ghosts. As far as he knew there was always a scientific explanation for whatever phenomena one could possibly encounter - something something magic is just a form of science? Yeah. His Bajoran colleagues in the tactical officers' lounge had insisted with such adamant that this festival of theirs could (temporarily) raise the spirits of one's departed loved ones, though, and so he'd all but thrown his hands up in the air and decided to see it for himself. Of course, he'd packed a tricorder in the pocket of his pants, just in case. He wasn't that ready to suspend doubt entirely! The scent of incense tickled at Maran's nose immediately as soon as he stepped through the temple entrance, trailing behind one of his colleagues, a short, blond-haired Bajoran woman who broke off to talk to one of their fellow officers.

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Vara'l slipped into the event quietly. The Romulan having snatched a bit of time to come while his son was in school and he was off duty. Quiet as he moved into the place, having decided to attend this festival despite having never truly believed in something like this. The dead had passed beyond, their essence returned to the elements..what ghosts could come from that? Keeping his thoughts to himself as he'd moved, Vara'l had quietly entered the temple and headed to the banquet.

One of the station's other favorite necromancers was here too, of course. Allan walked into the temple entrance, immediately looking around for someone he recognized, and that first person just so happened to be Renakir. "Hey," he whispered as he came up to him, his heeled boots clicking gently across the floor, carrying a small, oval container in his hands. "How ya doing, Rennie?"

Renakir turned when he heard the familiar sound of heeled boots paired with his bestie's voice! "jolan tru, Allan," Renakir waved and then noticed the oval container in his friend's arms. "Oh, ready for the festival?" He pointed to the container, assuming that was something Allan had prepared for the event. He was happy to see one of his fellow necromancers was joining him!

"Yelan zhu, Rennie," he said with a soft smile. Seeing his bestie, he was a little bit reminded, in combination with why he was here, of that he needed to have a serious chat with Rai (and Rilek) soon, but... that was nothing to do with Rennie, really. He hoped. God, he hoped. "Yeah, I - devilled taspar eggs, they were pretty fun to make, you ever had one?"

"Oh really? And no, I haven't? I've never heard of that food, actually. It's not terran is it," Renakir had heard of deviled eggs before (they did not look like devils, sadly), but he never heard of taspar. Was it an animal? "So I guess you're going to the banquet with that? I was thinking of heading to the bonfire to toss some of these bad bois," Renakir shook his fist full of incense sticks. "in for my mum. I think my brother is gonna be here, but last I heard he was trying to decide on his make up look. I think he is struggling to decide if he wants to cover up his hyperpigmentation or show it off, coz like.. ya know how the khellians are about that stuff," Renakir was sure he had mentioned to Allan how Rai's maternal family treated him. If he didn't say it, Rai definitely did. He felt bad he wasn't living with his brother anymore, but it was time Rai lived alone again, he was a captain after all. It felt a bit silly living together when Rai greatly outranked him and rightfully deserved his own quarters.

"Cardassian," he answered simply, and nodded to Renakir's question about the banquet. "Have you... have you done this before? Or is this your first time doing this?" After all, Rennie was a professional necromancer. Obviously.

"Ahh, I see," Renakir nodded. "Yeah, I have! I attended this event numerous times at the Academy. We had a whole Bajoran faith club, i don't know if they had it in other academy's, but we did," Renakir told Allan with an excited smile on his face. It was a rare event where Renakir looked so happy. He loved spooky times!

Elohae had sauntered into the event, after he'd heard about it. Not having much of a care in the world as he'd entered, firm in his belief that ghosts didn't exist and practically vibrating in the curiosity he'd harboured about things like this. He doubted he'd be spooked here but well, the event seemed so interesting, learning about what another culture believed was a thing! That seemed like it'd be quite fun, or well he hoped it'd be quite fun, moving quickly as he'd manoeuvred past the duo as they talked and headed toward the bonfire area.

Ki'ana didn't have anyone she wanted to see. Rather, she was here to simply have a look around and see what was going on! She made her way through the entrance and into the temple humming to herself.

A few of the rowdier spirits were at the entrance, but not causing too much trouble. There was a Bajoran monk waiting with a vacuum to hoover up any of the really bad spirits.

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"Oh! Did you, um, talk to your mom then too..? If you don't mind me asking, how'd it go..?" He was asking for purposes of knowing how it could go with who he was summoning, but... it would also help to know for later. It would also help to know for... well, he wouldn't think about that right now. One ghost at a time. Yeah. He offered Renakir a smile back, even though he was quite nervous himself.

"Yeah, I've spoken to her a couple times. She's really happy to see me every time," Renakir smiled as he said it, thinking about all the fun adventures he told his mum about. "She likes baguettes, which is the most important thing," Renakir had no baguettes with him that day, but he was sure they would have some at the banquet or at the bonfire. They seemed to have prepared everything. "Anyone you wanna talk to?"

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"Ah, that's... good, I'm glad to hear that. I'm.. yeah, it's-" he had smiled at Renakir talking about his mom, genuinely happy his friend got to see her. It really warmed the heart, actually. However, now the smile faded from his face and he looked around to make sure nobody was around that looked Sus. "Um - Doha? Doha t'Rylov," he whispered, then smiled again, "she apparently liked these eggs. You - you should tell your mom I said hi, okay? Tell her that I love you for me." (edited)

"Oh, t.. Rylov?" Renakir briefly recognised the name as Valleka's sister. So Allan was gonna summon her? "I didn't know you knew Doha. I met her once, but I honestly don't remember much aside from her being Valleka's sister. She was older, but Valleka was the favoured child I felt like," Renakir mentioned, not entirely sure if that was how it was, but he knew Doha had a sad life with Valleka that's for sure. "And yeah, I'll tell ri'ranov, hopefully she's enjoying her time partying today. Tiravurik said he wanted to summon her too."

"I, um.. don't. We'll see how it goes, I guess, I'm... going to introduce myself. Do you know if videos or pictures or even.. audio work, by the way..?" Surely Renakir would know if he'd summoned his mom before. That would probably be a natural thing to try, right..? "I hope she is, too. She deserves it."

"Huh? Pictures and videos?" Renakir gave Allan a confused look. He wanted to.. take a video of the encounter? Renakir waved his hand with the incense away from him to shake off the ashes. "I'm not sure? Maybe not? Well... i guess it is possible to catch ghosts on camera? But I'm not entirely sure," He answered as best he could. "you can try? What.. Allan, what are you planning in doing?"

After a little while longer, Paco popped in to the entrance of the temple in his own set of traditional Bajoran robes and a jumja stick on hand, taking in small bites of the sweet treat as he adjusts his robes. They were very quietly and happily enjoying themselves as they looked around and admired the temple.

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And Haru arrived! Darting right through the entrance, completely missing the incense sticks and goodies that were on the table. He was going for da food!

"Never tried to take a selfie with her or anything..? Um- this probably sounds... crazy, but if Doha lets me, I'm gonna try and use a recording as uh, evidence. For the trial. I dunno if they take ghost evidence in a trial, but... there aren't any documented cases Rilek and I could find in Romulan law, so.." he shrugged, careful not to shrug the box too when he did. "I dunno, I'm just... trying to do ... something, I guess."

Renakir raised both eyebrows, so much that the expression showed even with his sunglasses on. Using GHOST testimoney in a criminal case? Allan sure had some wild ideas. "Well, I don't know Romulan law that much aside from like.. I guess the obvious laws, like no killing and no twerking on the streets without a license. But like.. Not sure about the ghost testimony. You can certainly try," Renakir didn't want to say no to his friend, but he also wasn't sure if testimony from a literal necromanced dead person would count as evidence. "Element's speed my friend," He did a little salute. "Imma go eat some food, did you want me to save you anything?"

"Probably not, but who would I be if I didn't try?" Allan smiled a little at that, having laughed at his bestie's putting 'no killing' and 'no twerking without a license' in the same sentence. "Wait, twerking without a license is still illegal...? Shiiiit," his eyes widened and he laughed a little, cause damn, he was absolutely doing that on most shore leaves. "Yeah, um, nothing I can think of, but, really, do say I said hi-" he put his free hand on his friend's waist and then leaned forwards to give him a kiss on the cheek, "okay?"

"Fair fair and -- yeah dude it's still illegal! I think the law still exists because a lot of people crowd the sidewalks," Renakir remembered the days when HE was one of those stupid kids twerking on the streets. He got scolded many times, but as an adult he understood. Sidewalks were for everyone to use, not just a few rowdy people to play loud music and dance on. It was legal with a license though! "Yes, okay, Allan," Renakir blushed green when he was kissed, trying to move his hand with the incense far away so he didn't accidentally burn Allan with them. It was already risky business holding literal flaming sticks when he was covered in fabric. "Be safe, Allan. If anything weird happens, those guys got the vacuums," He pointed to a bunch of Bajoran monks who were wearing funny hats.

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"Hmmm, okayyyy-" needing a license to twerk? Sounded a bit like a restriction on creative freedom or something. #FreeRemans. He had totally forgotten that the incense was already burning, but was glad to see Rennie was able to move them out of the way. "Oh- oh, my God, they do," he laughed when he saw them, wondering what it was about the vacuums that made them work to suck up ghosts, but he supposed he could try asking later. "Will do, Rennie," and then he waved and went off to the #banquet to put out these devilled eggs!

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"Yeah so if there's anything strange in the area, or something weird that doesn't feel good, just you know, call them," The Bajoran monks looked at both Renakir and Allan and lifted their vacuum cleaners. Renakir waved his hand to gesture they didn't need anything and then split with Allan, heading to the bonfire first to grab the snacks there, then he'd go to the banquet.

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She enters the temple with respect her footsteps graceful and silent, in her hand was a small rectangular pie dish and she looked around for the banquet area. Her heart was beating rapidly as she found the way there.

And Rilek was had arrived, with Rai by her side. The two grabbed fist fulls of incense and headed to the bonfire area.

Saros approached the entrance of the temple with measured steps, his posture impeccably straight. This visit, suggested by his therapist, was not one he would have chosen independently, but he recognized its potential logical benefits in processing his experiences. In his hand, he carried a couple warm Oskoid flowers, a species native to Betazed and a favorite of Larios. The choice was not sentimental, he told himself, but a logical connection to a significant relationship in his life. As he entered, he subtly scanned the surroundings, grabbing some incense before heading to the bonfire..

He entered in a white chiffon dress with several ruffled layers which seemed to change in translucency on occasion, exposing white leggings and leather heeled boots underneath, lace gloves, and varying jewellery featuring pale argentinium silver and ice-cold sapphires. The theme today was 'ghostly', though his attempt at it had been slapped together a little too last minute by his standards. He walked, almost gliding, through the temple entrance, looking for Ellara.

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The last time Bellona had worn something from home had been years ago. Standing at the entrance wearing her old white chiton over her uniform, now somewhat off-white due to age, Bellona took a deep breath and foraged deeper into the temple in silence.

Timi had been standing here a while, observing. He'd grabbed some incense, and was wearing his visor to get impressions of conversations, which mostly helped him catch the explanations of the priests several times over. He only had two people he might want to see, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't believe his eyes anyway, the many faded figures that seemed to mingle with the real world to believable to be fake, but too unbelievable to be comfortable. Imaginations conjured by a Prophet's tear, perhaps? Not that the priests were likely to give it up. He thought he'd made his peace with being an orphan a long time ago; on most days, he didn't even think about his parents anymore, even if he kept pictures of them around. He decided finally to walk in further, to perhaps light the incense in remembrance even if he didn't see them again.

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