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.

[And yes, it is open]

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Worf tried to look serious. As serious as he could.

However the look of pure joy of wearing a crown made of straws was completely apparent.

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Which made things even better. Had he looked angry, he might have later been able to claim that he was coerced in some way into taking the picture.

"You look regal, Highness," Alice said respectfully.