Halloween Party

We are in the holodeck and walking through Parisian sewers.



"I don't know why I agreed to this." I complain to Bev, "Surely we could have had a better Halloween party than tramping through these sewers trying to find Riker and Deanna."

"Oh, it's fun, Jean-Luc." Beverly tells me as I slip in the water again, "It's certainly different."

The senior staff and I are making our way to the Phantom's Lair. We are all dressed in top hats, capes or ballgowns. Typical styles of dress for a opera in the 19th Century. The off-key music, played by Riker is giving us the wherabouts about the location the party.

"I'll be glad to get there." Jadzia comments, "So that interminable organ music will stop." Everyone agrees to this.

Suddenly we are there. Deanna is tied to a post, and Riker rises from the ground, still playing the organ, like someone who used to play at the cinemas in the early 2oth century.

We untie Deanna, who says, "Will has definately got into the spirit of the occasion."

He steps off the organ to face us.



"Welcome to the Phantom's Lair!" Riker says with a mad cackle. His mask is effective. It looks nothing like him.

"The mask looks a distinct improvement." Seven comments, although I'm not sure whether that was said lightly, as Seven hasn't exactly got a sense of humour.

"Err...Captain??" says a familiar voice from the other side of the room. I see that it is Riker in a Phantom outfit.

"What is going on, Number One?" I ask.

"Well, when I programmed the scene, I went a little too far and the scene included the Phantom as well!" he tells me.

I groan.

"Computer, eliminate Phantom!" I call out. Nothing happens.

"I think there must be an anomoly in the program." Riker tells me, stating the obvious.

"Computer, reboot the program and return to scene, leaving out Phantom." I command.

"Affirmative."

For a second, we are in the square holodeck room, then back in the sewer. The Phantom has disappeared.

"That's a relief." sighs Bev, "Now let's enjoy ourselves."

The orchestra starts playing away, and we all get dancing, when the video wall lights up.





Who put THAT in?

"You call this Halloween scary?" comments T'Pol, "In the Terran Empire we REALLY know how to terrify people."

"Yeah, sistah!, You tell 'em!" yells out Ensign Britney, who she is dancing with, and is the only one not to conform, as she is (barely) wearing a goth outfit.



Surely Ensign Britney is the scariest here; she worries me more than Seven of Nine!

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After some hours, of consuming alcohol and dancing to creepy and romantic tunes, we all leave.

"I'm going to relax now." I tell Bev, "And I guarantee I won't be putting any opera on!