tampered | Everyone raise your glasses!

When; Evening of Tuesday, August 13th
Rating; PG-13, at best. Angela's on her best behavior tonight.
Characters; It's Ginny's birthday party and everybody Ginny knows was invited. Let's handwave that and just show up. BTW, IT'S BLACK TIE. PUT ON YOUR SUITS, BOYS.
Summary; There's no legal drinking age in the City, but who says we can't party like there was one anyway?
Log;

This party was four years coming. The restaurant has set aside a large room just for this event and on short notice too. The food is plentiful and of various cuisines, with even a large selection of vegetarian options for those who prefer that. But of course, there is more alcohol than one has ever seen because Angela knows the people she invited and knows quite a few of them have liquor in their veins instead of blood. Rule of thumb: more liquid than solids every time.

Everything's set and ready for the birthday girl to make her appearance, so for the time being, Angela's flitting around the place dressed in more subdued colors than usual, choosing black because no one gets to stand out more than Ginny tonight, and socializing with the few guests that have shown up already.

Sadly, there are no strippers. Ginny nixed that one hard.

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Whoa, hello. Hi. No?

[ That was an abrupt way to get his attention!! ]

[Good. She has his attention and that's all that matters.]

Why didn't you tell me? I own a clothing shop. I could have lent you a suit.

[At least there was an attempt to look nice on his part and Angela gives Jim that much credit but if somebody takes his lead and shows up in jeans, she's cracking heads.]

I had to grab something to wear on the way back from the labs today, sorry.

[ In smart-casual, jeans are a little beyond the pale even for Jim tonight and he'll tell off anyone (read: eye them a bit) who opts for them. He has nice shoes! Pretty brown Brogues. ]

Bones and Spock look good enough to have my corner covered.

I'm surprised they both let you out of the house without multiple onceovers.

[His apology is taken and accepted, though Angela reaches up and fixes his shirt collars. Stay still, sir.]

What labs?

[ Straightening, he lets her fuss over his collar. ]

I wasn't at the apartment, had to spring for something smart on the way back from work. City labs, my crew has access.

[Angela narrows her eyes, both at the unfamiliar name and the fact astronauts need labs.]

For what?

What d'you mean?

[ Why wouldn't they have access to labs is the real question. IS THIS A TRICK? ]

It's so we can keep our equipment in order and try to find a way out of here.

[She's from ancient times, man. What does she know about any space people doing labwork? There's not one astronaut in the lab she works in.]

What kind of equipment? [Now that his collar is in place, Kirk has pinged her inner geek. Talk tech to her, baby.]

Just things that take readings, analyze a bunch of general data. [ Not about to go and offer actual information on tricorders or phasers, he shrugs and tries to subtly loosen his collar again. ] I've been reformatting what you'd call an iPad, making it easier for me to work on. I can show you it sometime.

[ That, at least, is safe territory. ]

I know what an iPad is. [They still haven't come out in her time, but that doesn't mean Angela hasn't taken advantage of the technology here.] I have two of them. So you figured out how to jailbreak it?

It was either that or go crazy with how backwards everything is here. No offense, we're just a little frustrated with the level of technology. If my ship turned up tomorrow, I wouldn't be responsible for kissing every inch of her hull.

[ He can dream. ]

None taken. [Angela is still upset about microwaves going extinct in Starfleet time.] You know, my job at home involves computers most times. I could help you guys make sense of what you don't know, explain it to you, and what not.

[Kissing a ship, Jim? Gross. You don't know where that thing's been. Oh, wait, yes you do.]

[ His grin is quick and flashes briefly. ]

Thanks, but I've already read a bunch of manuals and it's not too difficult to wrap my head around the old duotronics. [ How to politely say that ~~he's a genius~~ everything here is so ancient it's like reading the texts (actual books, made from paper) in crayon. ] I'd show you the stuff we brought with us but it'd violate the Prime Directive yet again and I'd rather avoid that, wherever I can.

[Angela pulls her head back slightly, frowning.]

The who what now? [She's asking both about the term duotronics and that Prime Directive.]

The Prime Directive states we can't interfere with another world in any way that'll influence it or leave a last mark on its culture. That's been thrown out the window here, mostly, since we've had to adapt to survive. We're already in violation of it to a degree, although we didn't come here willingly and we're still accountable for our actions on the populace. Our technology is the one thing we can't share, it might be copied or stolen. Taken somewhere else across dimensions to have a devastating effect.

[ Sipping his drink. ]

Regulations.

Rules.

[Angela spits the word out like it's bitter, almost poisonous. She really hates rules and not just these, but she understands the need for confidentiality.]

So no asking what that duotronics thing is? Because that's like dangling a carrot in front of my face and then snatching it away.

[She laughing it off. At least she's good natured about it.]

I could, it's just really boring. I'm thinking of compiling a list of xenolinguistical phrases from the different species around here, what do you think?

[ Side-stepping the scoff about the rules, although he very much inwardly agrees. ]

I minored in programming. You couldn't bore me if you tried.

[Tech is never boring. He's talking to the woman who writes programs just because she can't sleep.]

Sounds like a good idea to me. It might come in handy for Spock?

[Somehow, that man and easing his foray into socializing is always in the back of her mind.]

[ One day, Scotty will waltz into the City and Angela will melt into a puddle. Jim's calling it. ]

Hm? He's doing alright, isn't he?

[ Glancing over a shoulder to catch a glimpse. ]

[This will totally happen. They'll have to pry her off of him with a crowbar.]

Better than I thought he would. [She follows Jim's glace over at Spock.] He's a pretty nice guy.

[Nice isn't a word most people would use for Spock, but Angela isn't most people.]

One of the best people you'll ever meet.

[ Heh. Annnd turning back to her. ]

You're helping him with social conventions?

[Angela nods, still watching Spock do Spock things, and for a second, her voice softens into something more sentimental.]

He reminds me of somebody at home.

Everyone raise your glasses!

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