Fourth Floor Common Room: Thursday Afternoon.

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Anyone coming into the common room would notice that it had been re-arranged for a more formal seating area. They might also notice various bits of futuristic equipment that have been dressed up in various cloth napkins to resemble some very crude clothing.

Visitors might also notice that there was also tea, cookies, curds, whey and doilies. Lots of doilies. Omg were there doilies.

However the one thing that might stick out the most in this setting was a large Klingon wearing a very FANCY hat as he chatted with all the little bits of equipment and daintily drank tea.

Why yes. Gremlins were involved! How did you guess?

"Oh Mr. Tricorder!" Worf exclaimed in a high pitched voice. "You're almost out of tea! Please let me get you a refill!"

Tea is being served in the fourth floor common room. By a Klingon who possibly thinks he's Little Miss Muffet.

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"Whhhhhy Heeeeelllllloooooooo!" Worf exclaimed in a high pitched voice. "Miss Littlebottom! It has been far too long. Would you care to sit with Mr. Tri-Corder? He's been slipping whiskey into his tea and thinking I haven't noticed."

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"Why, thank you, Mrs. Pennywhistle," Alice beamed. "I should be utterly delighted to sit with Mr. Tri-Corder. Have you any of those magnificent scones that you made last time? The Dormouse kept stealing mine, and now he's too fat to fit in the teapot."

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Worf clucked his tongue in dismay. "Why it seems to me Mr. Dormouse needs to be tossed in a pot and boiled in his own pudding for being so rude," he declared as he offered Alice a plate of Oreos. "Here you are my dear. And please be careful of Mr. Tri-Corder's hands as they due tend to... wander when he's had a snoot full."

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"A touch harsh, Mrs. Pennywhistle," Alice sighed. "Though I knew a Queen who liked to behead those who stole her tarts, innocent or otherwise. And fear not, dear friend. Should Mr. Tri-Corder become frisky, I shall pour tea on his lap."

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"Oh my! A queen!" Worf said looking impressed. "I quite like the sound of her. And I dare say if Mr. Tri-Corder does anything I shall be quite put out!"

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"Quite," Alice agreed, sipping delicately at her teacup. "Though she's no better than she ought to be, although perhaps such things don't apply to Queens. When one is Queen, one can make one's own rules regarding behavior and propriety, and all who disagree can simply have their heads lopped off."

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"Can I be queen?" Worf asked oh-so-wistfully.

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"Did you eat your vegetables?" Alice asked, sounding for all the world like her mother. "One can't be queen if one doesn't finish one's vegetables."

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"Oh! I most certainly did!" Worf exclaimed. "I ate all my peas, carrots and broccoli!"

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"Then," Alice said solemnly, "I hereby convey upon you the rank of Queen. Queen Mrs. Pennywhistle the Third, may God Save the Queen. Have you any pipe-cleaners?"

Queens needed tiaras.

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"Oh NO!" Worf cried out in despair. "I do not!"

He began to simper a little. "My party is ruined."

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"We shall improvise, Your Highness," Alice promised, reaching over to pat his hand. "Surely we can find pipe-cleaners somewhere in this room. We are Queens; such things are trivial to us."

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"Of course you're right, My dear," Worf said recovering from his little episode and then shooting a glare at Mr. Tri-Corder. "It's not funny, Mr. Tri-corder. Being a queen is serious business."

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"Pay him no mind," Alice said as she pulled out a drawer, inspecting it for pipe-cleaners. "He's only jealous because he'll never rise higher than a Duke."

Straws? Straws might make a suitable replacement. One was quite ingenuous when one was Queen.

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Mr Tri-Corder obviously said something else derogatory as Worf reached over and broke "him" in half before going back to drinking his tea.

"Certainly not now," Worf tittered.

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"Well done," Alice congratulated him. "One's enemies should be dealt with mercilessly, and the late Mr. Tri-Corder won't bother us again."

She held up the straws, which she had intertwined into what might reasonably pass for a crown-shape. "And just in time for your coronation, Queen Mrs. Pennywhistle the Third."

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Worf fanned his faced looking a little emotional. "Oh my. I never expected this to happen so soon!"

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Alice, for her part, was humming God Save the Queen loudly and holding the straw-crown up, patiently awaiting the arrival of Queen Worf Mrs. Pennywhistle the Third.

"Take your time," she said in a low breath. "Wave to your admiring fans. Make the most of your processional, dearie."

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Worf waved to the crowd, overwhelmed with emotion. To be QUEEN! What an honor this was!

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Alice held the crown out, solemnly. "Kneel," she intoned, "and receive thy crown, Mrs. Worf Pennywhistle the Third."

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Worf knelt down on one knee, looking a bit weepy.

"I can't believe this! I'll have to write home and tell everyone!"

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"Take pictures," Alice suggested. "If they can't be here to see your coronation in person, they should certainly see the evidence."

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"I don't have a camera," Worf whined. "Mr Tri-Corder had one but he is sadly no more."

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"I believe I have one," Alice said. "Will this wait one moment while I go and fetch it?"

Please? This would be an amazing picture.

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"Of course!" Worf cried out happily! "Please dooooooooo!"