[ Personal Log ]: Hallowe'en

[dreams_dont_die]

Dylan's not in Ten Forward when people's clothes start changing; he's in his room, sprawled across his bed reading one of Julian's books and taking notes on the flexi Trance had given him when he first arrived here. Building up his profile of the Federation, drawing parallels between it and the Commonwealth and, more importantly, drawing contrasts, has been taking up much of his time, when he can find the focus for it.

He does have other things on his mind.

He's set aside the PADD and flexi for a moment and headed into the main living area. He's standing in front of the replicator, because he's just asked for something to eat when ... something happens. Something that sets his senses straight to alert: another flash of light, like when he'd first arrived here. Reality doesn't shift around him, but his hand drops to his holster ...

Which suddenly isn't there. Instead, he's wearing a sheathed sword, and his uniform turtleneck and pants have been replaced by ... what? He turns away from the machine, heading back to his room to look himself over in the tiny mirror in the room to find that he looks like he's stepped out of an old Earth history lesson.

Like Lord Nelson or someone of his ilk.

That's rather a lot of ostentatious gold on the tailcoat he's wearing.

When he heads back into the living area to find the replicator's replaced the salad he'd asked for with something that looks like a bowl of confectionery, he glares at it.

"Lucie?"

Well, this is just great.

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[lucie_bleeding_miller]

A bloodcurdling scream emerges from her room.

[dreams_dont_die]

Drawing the sword -- it's no force lance, but he's perfectly comfortable handling a blade -- is an instinctive reaction to the scream. It's hard to imagine how anything could have gotten into threaten her, but he'd rather have a weapon drawn and ready and not need it than the other way around.

Equally instinctive is the swift stride across the living area, the pause to listen for sounds of a struggle or danger inside her room, and, a moment later, striding through the door, sword at the ready.

To find absolutely no sign of danger anywhere.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Lucie is staring at the mirror, shrieking. Her hair has been pulled up into buns that resemble cinnamon rolls, and has turned a dark shade of brown. Her clothes are white robes with a silver belt around her waist.

As Dylan burst into her room, she spun on him.

"I'm gonna kill him!"

[dreams_dont_die]

So. No danger then. Not that he'd have known from the scream Lucie gave, which had sounded like she was in immediate peril. His gaze darts around the room again to make sure, but then he sheathes the sword, frowning.

"I take it you're not about to die, then."

She's wearing something completely unlike anything he's ever seen on her, some sort of simple white robe with her hair a different color and up on the sides of her head.

That answers the first question he had, of whether or not this was specific to him, which he supposes means that Lucie has jumped to the conclusion that this is Q's doing. He can agree with the feeling; though killing Q isn't exactly what he has in mind, he's definitely having words with him if they ever meet.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

"Oh, someone's gonna bleedin' die!" Lucie snarled.

She made her way for the door, shoving her way past Dylan... then paused in the common room and paused, growling towards the sky. "Except I haven't even seen the little blighter!"

[dreams_dont_die]

"It sounded like someone was trying to kill you," he points out.

He'd been going to ask her about the replicators, if she's had the same trouble he had, but Lucie has something else on her mind. He's assuming it's her clothing, since she'd been staring at her appearance in the mirror before she stormed out of the room, past him and through the door.

"That's one question answered, at least. I guess it's not just me."

He has no idea what Lucie's new clothes mean. Or what the sudden change means.