Girls Night Out III: Palatial

Posted on Sat Apr 14th, 2018 @ 1:24pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Sat Apr 14th, 2018 @ 1:24pm

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Roma Arcology
Timeline: 2265

Palace: From Fedepedia, the Federation encyclopedia

A palace is a grand residence, especially a royal residence or the home of a head of state such as an emperor or empress. The word itself is derived from the Latin name Paltium, for Palatine Hill, one of the seven hills in Rome. Many historic palaces are now put to other uses such as parliaments, museums, hotels or office buildings. The word is also sometimes used to describe a lavishly ornate building used for public entertainment or exhibitions.


The twins held the doors of the lift open as the vacationing officers stepped out onto inch deep plush carpet and sybaratic surroundings. "Jay-sus christ," Fiona breathed out then shrugged and caroled, "HON-IES! WE'RE HO-OME!!"

Tipping the androids out of pure habit of polite behavior, Fiona then took command of her bag. "Laird if there's not a real full on dive in to it tub in this place I'll... eat a guppy."

"What... in the name of the mud pools is a guppy?" Celes asked, walking in behind Fi and looking around the luxurious apartment whose open living area was bigger than than Main Engineering.

"It's a wee fish," Fiona supplied.

"Good news..." floated a familiar voice from one of the antechambers. It preceded the flamboyant first officer of the USS Bonaventure, gone 'native' in an elegant white toga. It was gathered taut at her left shoulder, wrapping smoothly across her prodigious bosom then pleating from beneath it gracefully, flowing nearly to the floor with a slit up the right side that allowed for her long legs to move freely. Her hair was woven into what appeared to be a complex 'up-do' which was crowned by a laurel wreath adorning her head. Golden high-heeled sandals covered her feet, with winding laces strapped up her calves. She stepped into the vista, perfectly framed by the panoramic view of Rome stretched out below them and struck a pose with her arms partially upraised in imitation of much of the local statuary.

"You won't have to eat a guppy..." she quipped with a devilish grin. "Selune, you dressed yet?"

A muffled curse answered back before a faint, "Not really," drifted across the room.

"Aw damn... more's tha pity, I'm ravenous!" Fiona laughed then made a motion for Char to twirl, who cheerfully obliged. "Would ya look at you! Lovin' the hair!" she gave the science officer an appreciative once over. "It suits ya, goin native. Laird, I thought we'd nivver make it through customs! C'mon, give us tha grand tour!" the engineer enthused.

The Vulcan vixen gestured expansively around the white marble room in which they stood, which was easily the size of the gymnasium in which they had their morning workouts and meetups, and began quoting the brochure. "An open floor plan allows the living space to flow directly into the spacious dining room, the bar area and accesses the four bedroom suites. Sumptuous carpeting is provided to enable the guest to feel as if they are walking on the clouds as they look down upon Rome through the floor to ceiling windows, like the gods themselves, walking amongst the heavens."

Fiona was unable to resist taking her boots off. She left them neatly by the door and padded along behind the happy hostess, cheerfully making appreciative noises as Char pointed things out.

Sweeping into one of the adjoining rooms, she gestured. "A state-of-the-art kitchen features an island replete with asteroid-mined marble countertops, and all of the utensils one might need to create a gourmet feast. In addition, the refrigerator is stocked with all of the latest delicacies of the guests, according to racial profile and any special requests."

"The media room features a built-in, white-'marble' entertainment unit, concealed rope lighting, 190-centimetre flat-screen viewer showing stations from around the world and voice-controlled media, sound system, lighting and curtains," she explained, sweeping into the adjoining chamber. "Lights at ambient, sound system set to Trill classical, volume ten percent, curtains open." The pointy-eared adventuress raised her voice to project it a bit and called out, "Selune, what's taking so long?"

"Just because, you like to rush doesn't mean I should," the Caitian called back tartly, "I don't intend to look like I just crawled out of bed. Anyway I've already had the tour, leave me alone."

Rolling her eyes heavenward and shrugging, Char continued the tour. Striding along she dramatically flung open a pair of double doors. "Genuine imported Andorian marble bath with whirlpool, glass enclosed steam shower, powder room, and 50 cm monitors for the media obsessed." Her hand snaked out to gesture grandly at the tub, already filled with circulating water and a fine sheen of bubbles on top, ensconced in a room of mirrors that was easily of sufficient size to accommodate all four of them at once, as well as a few horses. Char leaned into Fiona and muttered "I believe the quote was 'a real full on dive in to it tub'?"

"Well now... I... will be in here until further notice," Fi laughed. "Yuna, help yerself to whatever you want in my case. Dresses are on top the jewelry and sooch are in that black bags."

"Beyond all of that what empress would deign to share her bed with her fellows... so each bedroom comes equipped not only with its own compass point facing, but a small attached privvy, a closet stocked with robes, togas, slippers and pajamas, a 140 cm monitor on the wall, sparkling bronze and marble accoutrements and a bed that is to be felt to be believed... one that I suspect we may have to send for a guide to recover you should you lose your way to the edge."

"Nice!" Fiona enthused, "Dibs on whatever's left!"

"Beyond all of that there is the dedicated shuttle service to the port of your choice, and a personal concierge whom I believe you may have already encountered. I've chosen the North chamber, and assigned Yuna the west, Selune the south and Fiona the east... so ladies, you may take possession of your chambers as you see fit, and change for a morning of light shopping amongst some of the most fabulous possibilities that the galaxy has to offer!"

Selune finally emerged from her room with the slight frown of someone who has given up. Her white hair had been washed and brushed till it shone and pooled lazily into the hood of the lightweight silky black robe she wore before flooding across her back and shoulders. She had clinched just tight enough around her waist to frame her body while being airy enough to remain totally comfortable. "Has she finished the tour yet?" she joked as she flicked at her unruly bangs with vague irritation," You guys took the long way, so she forced the guided tour on me as a test run. Trains are silly but I'm not sure how I feel about being the test subject."

The science officer stuck her tongue out at the Caitan, then her grin threatened to swallow her face... obviously she was quite pleased with herself, and almost giddy with excitement. "So do you like it?" she asked with wide eyes.

"A-May-Zing... please tell me I have time to take a lap or two aruind that tub before we go shopping?" Fiona gave her friend the big puppy eyes.

"Of course! The morning is for shopping, but you can't shop if you don't feel clean and happy! Besides, if I know you, that uniform has been chafing you all morning." The siren of the science department made a shooing motion with her hand as she smiled cheerfully. "Go, go, indulge... what's the point of all of this if we don't enjoy it?"

"Laird if I doan't get oot ov these blasted tights I'm gaen tae explode! I dinna kin how ye stand it all day every day," Fiona groaned.

"Easy... I buy them in Capellan size and they fit my big thick thighs luxuriantly," Charybdis giggled.

Fiona dragged her bag into the cavern with an oasis that resembled a bed in it that was her bedroom and left the door open so she could talk. Clothing, scarves and jewelry cases were spread out with reckless abandon on the bed while the oh so precious manuals and such were stacked precisely on the nightstand. The engineer's ever-present tool kit was put within easy reach and she tugged a smaller pouch out of one end of it and tucked it into the purse she was planning on using. From the pile of clothing she grabbed a simple pair of black trousers and a surprisingly flirty little top.

"Yuna, look through an' see if there's anything ye want tae borrow! The only thing that's off limits is me clan pin!" she called cheerfully through to the Trill officer while she shed the confining uniform in favor of one of the oh so plush robes in the closet of her room "SO are we goin' native like Char or are we just bein' civilians?" she called out as she bundled her unruly mane of curls up and pinned it.

"This place is hot," Selune called back, padding across the room and melting into a ridiculously plushy chair, "Dress light if you ask me."

"It's eighty-nine degrees outside... if this is hot, avoid Vulcan, whatever you do," Charybdis quipped. "What's the temperature like on Cait, Selune?"

"I was from one of the colder parts of Cait... This place is like an oven by comparison," as if to reiterate her point Selune began idly fanning herself as her voice dropped before she quietly continued, "Also, I'm a little unusual by Caitian standards."

"Oh? Do tell, pussycat...?" Charybdis replied with a raised eyebrow.

Frowning a bit, Selune tried to think of where to start before she slowly pulled back the sleeve of her robe revealing more of her white fur, "Arctic Caitians are basically extinct... and so white fur is incredibly rare and I guess I picked up some of the climate preferences with it," she idly went back to fanning herself with a laugh," Give me a blizzard any day."

"I had no idea..." the scientist began, then she sighed. "I am so incredibly ignorant of the races of the galaxy... I really do have to start studying the lifeforms and not just the technological advancements. I didn't realize that you were so rare, Selune, nor that this heat was so detrimental to you... geez, I guess I should have sent you ice fishing with Patrick," she said with a rueful expression.

Selune scrunched her face up with a laugh at the image, "Okay, maybe I overstated it just a little bit. This place is just a bit hot for my personal tastes."

Yuna disappeared into Fi's bags like a girl possessed, laying out the various outfits over the large bed so she could see them all properly before making up her mind. Shopping... okay, so shopping for a glamorous night out, but shopping was shopping. In the Trill custom of being completely relaxed she opted for a bikini in a luxurious rich green colour, topped with a long sarong, hitched around her waist and exposing the length of one leg up to just below her hip. Sexy, sassy and entirely comfortable.

"My plan is just to go shopping like this... I have a different nightclub outfit I'd prefer, and I want to buy a few nice outfits while we are here for... uh, looking nice should the need arise," Charybdis chimed in as she leaned against one of the windows, watching the hustle and bustle of the theme park city below, her eyes darting from one sight to the next with rapt fascination. "And of course I want to spend some time poolside this afternoon and work on my tan a little... and swim. Thus a swimsuit must be stalked and claimed as a prize. I miss swimming SO badly..."

"Reet, stalk and kill swimsuit while cleverly disguised as natives!" Fiona called merrily "What... ye haven't taken a dip in tha' tub yet? Ya... I know it doesn't count as a swim unless there's sun over ya... or moonlight." There was a brief pause, then, "Do Vulcans get a slightly darker shade oov greenish when they tan?" the curious human wanted to know.

"In point of fact we do indeed. It mixes a bit with the pinkish hues of our skin, but a Vulcan sunburn can look just a bit Orion-esque," Char replied, ever ready with a useless tidbit of information. "And there's suncreen in your room that should even enable you to go out in the sun Fi... SPF 100, I got it sent up from the gift shop!"

"Oh laird bless you!"

"My pleasure, paleface... if you burst into flames by poolside the paperwork would go on forever!" the happy hostess jested.

"Ah true... could spark a nasty interstellar incident."

"I suppose that's why we have Darth Kitty here... solar protection the old-fashioned way- dress in a black hooded robe. Guaranteed to blend in with the populace and cause small children to want to attack you with colored sticks..." Char teased the dour-looking Caitan.

"Black is always fashionable!" The Scott opined on her way through to the tub.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Selune pouted in protest, "This happens to be incredibly comfortable and what everyone wears on Cait. Plus the black brings out my fur, don't you think?"

"The black does look smashing on you, sweety," Char agreed. "It's just a bit conspicuous in the daytime amongst all of this white decor they've laid out here is all."

A couple of minutes later the others heard a soft splash and a theatrical sigh of happiness followed by a surprisingly good and completely unaccented alto singing " Hea-ven... I'm in heaven..." the song broke off suddenly. "Ooooooh, chocolate and orange juice... SPUMANTI!!!"

The engineer sounded remarkably happy. The scent of vanilla and something spicier perfumed the air near the gigantic tub.

Yuna looked around raising an eyebrow. "Spumanti? Please explain," she whispered.

"It's a wine... a sweet earth wine that is light, bubbly and fun to drink. You want to try some?" Charybdis offered. "It's always five o'clock on Risa..."

Obviously Fiona was happy; Selune seemed a bit off... cranky if anything, whereas she was usually shy by nature. Char had no idea what was going on there, but perhaps she'd get over it once they started engaging in fun bonding activities. Yuna didn't seem angry for a change, and that was a different look for her at least, so she would settle for it for now.

All in all it looked to be an auspicious beginning to a wonderful vacation, and the reformed Romulan smiled happily as she sighed to herself. Good friends, good place, good times... more than she had dreamt possible, but here they all were. It was working. She was actually living a real life, like a real person.

"WHOOOOO!" floated from the main bath, along with a number of splashing sounds. "Whirlpool jets an it becomes a real whirlpool... wheeeeee!" Which was in turn followed by gales of laughter, "Oops...bubble bath and jets dinna mix!!! Oh crap! Off off off... how alcoholic is the ambrosia they hand oot ?"

"Ten percent, or twenty proof," came the answer. "More than beer, about the same as the average table wine. Non-flammable..."

"I think I like it! I'll hae tae taste moor tae truly decide..." There was some clinking heard from the grand bath chamber. "Scientific sampling don'tcha ken!" About 10 minutes later, Fiona very reluctantly vacated the bath tub. She padded back to her room rosy and relaxed looking, wrapped in two towels, one around her body and one piling up her unruly mountain of curly crimson ringlets.

"I cuid hae spent a week in there" she sighed at Char as she passed her in the living room. "So shopping then pool and food please tell me there's food in there somewhere" Fi nattered while she checked out the complimentary togas. She stroked the silky fabric affectionately then decided she would be much happier and more comfortable in her own clothing. A couple of minutes later she flopped down next to the lovely Vulcan goddess and sighed.

"Best... shoreleave... evar... and it's only joost started!" The engineer's outfit was comfortable looking. She'd exchanged the long trousers she'd initially chosen for a pair of impeccably tailored shorts in a rich cocoa color. There was a matching vest and top was the color of vanilla cream. She topped it off with a somewhat battered looking brown fedora that offered some shade for her face.

While they waited for the other women to get ready, Fi took the opportunity to slather herself with sunscreen. Char hopped up off the couch only to return a moment later with a tray, which she set on the elegant table that perched itself before the plush and comfortable divan.

"Let's see, strawberries... melted chocolate... finger sandwiches... I think pimento cheese with some sort of ham-like meat? Sweet meats and cold honey mead... I have no idea what that last bit is but they put it in the refrigerator for you. Might this tide you over til lunch?"

"Might joost save me from a ravenous death and keep me from biting Adonis on his verra shapely... Ham!" Fiona grabbed a sandwich and munched happily. "You are indeed tha' hostess wi'tha mostish!" she held a hand in front of her mouth allowing her to talk with a small measure of proper manners around the bite she'd taken. "I swear there's somethin' in tha' water here! Nothin boot gorgeous from tha port to hotel."

The shapely scientist nodded in agreement as she spoke up. "Well, I guess the less attractive folks are put to use in other ways? Or maybe the pretty people just kept breeding true, who knows. Healthy diet and lifestyle probably help... and I suppose there are other mitigating... factors..."

The elfin engineer was chewing her sandwich slowly, regarding the pedantic playgirl with a deadpan expression.

"I'm... overthinking it, aren't I?" The redhead nodded slowly. "Just relax and enjoy the view?" Fiona continued to slowly nod. "Don't suck the fun out of the scenery with scientific analysis?" The giggles spilled out from around the sandwich, and Fi swallowed as her amber and green eyes twinkled.

"Tis yer nature... who knows, there cuid be an underground for the plain." She grinned " I may have to become their advocate and rescuer from drudgery! Free Risa!" her eyes widened in mock horror as she held her sandwich out and stared at it.

"Or... it cuid be muir sinester! Soylent green is people... Chaco Chicken... good people good food! This might not be ham... it might be John!" she popped the last bite into her mouth with a little shrug. "Mighty tasty, that John. Is it cannibalism if yer no fruim tha same planet?"

The scientific answer immediately popped into her head, but Char stifled it. "No... as long as it is an alien that's totally okay. Come to think of it, you look kinda tender..." Char formed claws with her hands and loomed towards Fiona with what she imagined 'slavering jaws' might look like.

"Guid answer! Not politically correct, but good answer... hey!" Fi grabbed a pillow and brandished it threateningly. "Yer in dire danger oov gettin pummeled... besides, I'm stringy!"

Selune waggled her hands in Chary's direction slowly letting her claws extend with a giggle, "Chary on the other hand, doesn't look stringy in the least. Think we can get away with eating our superiors?"

It was all Fiona could do to keep from ribbing the Vulcan about her relationship with the Captain. The Caitian's innocent question caused her to stuff a whole sandwich square into her mouth before she could say something completely inappropriate.

"Yeek! Are you kidding? I'm like a banquet for a family of seven for a weekend!" Char replied with a giggle, slapping her own generous rump. "You couldn't polish off one haunch of me in a month by yourself, skinny kitty!"

A rather monstrous-sized strawberry dipped in chocolate then found itself popped whole into Charybdis' mouth, which sated her hunger for the flesh of the saturnalian Scot for now. Ooooh, chooooocolate...

Legend had it that Vulcans got drunk from chocolate, but that wasn't entirely true. What it did do for them was warm their libidos up and lower their inhibitions a bit, not unlike alcohol's effects on humans. With Patrick nowhere handy and Char was determined to be good, she would have to avoid the delicious delicacy this weekend... but just one with the girls couldn't hurt. Okay, maybe two...

"YUNNNNAAAAAAA come out! Lemme see what ya'v poot on!" The engineer had just enough alcohol in her system to be a little giddy, and the displaced Roman found herself giggling along with the tipsy terror.

Oh yes, this weekend was off to a very good start...

 

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