[ensign edwards]

His features hidden within a deep hood, Edwards sits within a horse-drawn carriage rolling through a moonlit swamp. To either side of the dilapidated road, barren trees with hooked limbs sway in the wind, seeming to reach out for the carriage. Bands of thick fog roll across the moor, occasionally cutting off the stars, and howls of wild animals, and less earthly creatures, echo through the night, startling the horses. Oddly, the carriage has no driver.

The carriage comes to a stop at the bottom of a low rise. Atop the little hill, an old and many-winged manor sprawls, its windows seeming to glare downward. Edwards approaches the front door. The manor is in an old style, rambling and with many additions built on. It is in a poor state of repair, and the gargoyles on its eaves seem to follow his approach. Leering jack-o-lanterns festoon the outside, their little candles flickering.

Other carriages begin to arrive and disgorge their passengers: the patrons of Ten Forward. With an eerie creak, the front door of the manor swings open on its own, and Edwards leads them inside.

The inside of the manor is dark and cold, and the air smells of dust. The rooms that can be dimly glimpsed are furnished in eccentric older styles. Footsteps echo oddly, and occasionally, whispers or snippets of conversation meet their ears, though the manor appears empty to them.

Once, a terrible howl echoes from the upper floors, but Edwards just smiles enigmatically. "Take no notice. That's nothing you need to worry about."

The patrons pass a door partly closed. Light seeps out through the opening, and a quick glance inside reveals bizarre laboratory equipment and machines that arc electricity. Moaning and the rattling of cages can be heard from inside the room.

Edwards hastily shuts the door. "Best if you don't go in there."

At last, they reach their destination, a long room at back of the manor. A massive dinner table with many chairs stands in its center, and a great window occupies the rear wall. Tree limbs bang at the windows as if trying to gain entry. A large fireplace and several candles make this room warmer and brighter than the others in the manor, though they do not give off as much light or heat as one would expect.

Along one wall, opposite to the fireplace, two shining machines stand ready to dispense coffee and other drinks. In the dim light, their shapes seem vaguely ominous. Above them, in several dusty display cases, sit relics of captains past. A jukebox sits to one side.

What appear to be antique weapons hang above the fireplace. But on closer inspection, they are revealed to be two leather boots with spiky heels and a brass trombone engraved with the name "W.T. Riker."

Festive bowls of candy--or, in some cases, froot loops--sit upon every available surface in the room, seeming at odds with the grimness of the rest of the manor.

Edwards furrows his brow. "Something's missing." His face lights up. "Oh, yes. YER! Oh, YER!"

"Uuuhhhhhhhh." Young Ensign Redshirt shambles in, looking somewhat the worse for wear. His clothes are tattered and torn, and a large wound on his head is plastered with dried blood.

"YER had a bit of an accident on the way here, but he can still do his job," Edwards explains. "He may try to eat your brains, but if you smack him hard enough, he should go away."

Seeing that all is ready, Edwards claps his hands. "Have a ghoulish good time, my friends!"

[trekkin']

*trekkin' steps into the mansion. She is impressed by the gothic architecture.*

This is a fine spot for our..uhh..festivities. All this place needs is a few more cobwebs.

Ivan..bring me the valise.

[ensign edwards]

*Orders Zombie YER to help put up cobwebs.*

[Apocalypse]

The door of the mansion swings open and a black-robed figure solemnly steps into the mansion. His skeletal frame is draped in tattered black cloth, and he carries a long scythe. An hourglass sways from a simple chain attached to his belt, and he glides to the back room decorated for the guests. The others pause momentarily to look at him as he enters the room, recognizing the mythic figure instantly.
"It's ok, no one's dying. I'm just here for the party."

[sevnson_71]

You couldn't hold out for FIVE FRAKKIN POSTS?

[ensign edwards]

Actually, we were twenty posts away when I started this.

In my defense, I was briefly confused as to whether we start the need thread at fifty pages or 1000 posts. Besides, this way gives us more time to enjoy the Halloween bar before Halloween.

[trekkin']

Yeah Sven...what's 5 posts between friends?

Baseball is over for the season!! YAY!! The poor dears lost every game.

On to Cub Scouts and swimming lessons.

[Plazmataz]

I bought a mandolin. So that's cool I guess.

Oh and I found a honky tonk piano in a secluded practice room no one ever uses. Also cool.

Umm... I don't know. Those are the only things I think I have anything to say about.

[fastillion]

I'm totally gonna photoshop my avatar for halloween and have Kirk and Spock do something together. Lol.

I had an interesting night. Snuck the car out to bring a friend to brooklyn park. Ended up meeting a pretty cool mate over there, chilled with them for an hour or so, and managed to find my way home by guessing on which way to turn.

[Bill]

Things seem to be moving a bit slow here. Nice intro EE. Like the decor.
Need to work on an avatar as well to keep with the spirit of the theme.

Morning, Cauldron of coffee is brewing, drink up.

[sevnson_71]

Plazmataz, on 15 October 2009 - 01:06 AM, said:

I bought a mandolin. So that's cool I guess.

Oh and I found a honky tonk piano in a secluded practice room no one ever uses. Also cool.

Umm... I don't know. Those are the only things I think I have anything to say about.

Good luck with that. My dad and grandfather both used to play. It is not an easy instrument to learn or master. I can respect someone who challenges themselves.

[ensign edwards]

Apparently, I have been made a moderator. My plan for total domination of this site to make TU a better place for everyone is going exactly as planned.

[fastillion]

The day I become a moderator is the day I lose faith in the admin's ability to reason and will most likely quit this site.

[Apocalypse]

I wasn't aware you were even up for the position. I figure the day you become a moderator is the day there aren't any other people to take the position.

[fastillion]

True that dude. Most definitely am not moderator material.

[fastillion]

Well, I'm writing a 5 page report on proper decon techniques in the fire rescue world, and it majorly sucks. I hate papers like this.
Its technically due tomorrow by midnight, but tomorrow I'm basically sneaking over to south dakota to spontaneously take the girl i've loved for 3 years out on a date.
And yes, I totally plan to stand outside her window and serenade her with a guitar to get her to come down.

[Plazmataz]

sevnson_71, on 15 October 2009 - 08:43 AM, said:

Good luck with that. My dad and grandfather both used to play. It is not an easy instrument to learn or master. I can respect someone who challenges themselves.

If you're referring to the mandolin, it's not too complicated. Mandolins are just the illegitimate children of violins and 12-string guitars, so it's pretty straightforward if you already know how to play either of those.

[fastillion]

Plazmataz, on 15 October 2009 - 05:32 PM, said:

If you're referring to the mandolin, it's not too complicated. Mandolins are just the illegitimate children of violins and 12-string guitars, so it's pretty straightforward if you already know how to play either of those.

Clark, last I remember, you cant play the guitar.

[Plazmataz]

I play violin.

[Apocalypse]

Someone tell me what they see my avatar as. The quicker the better.

Edit: Nevermind, problem solved.

This post has been edited by Apocalypse: 15 October 2009 - 08:07 PM