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  1. Starbase 118 October 11 One Day before Training Begins "It's a silly old Earth tradition. But... When on 892-IV, do as the Children of the Son do." Eulalia talked to herself (as she was often wont to do), looking at her reflection in the window of the shuttle. With a delicate touch of her hand, she patted down some stray hairs and felt pleased with the result. Soon, she found herself stepping aboard the Starbase on Deck 30 in her new Halloween costume. It was no surprise that people looked at her strangely, being that she was now a large, furry creature instead of the diminutive Ullian young woman that people would have seen if it were not for the holiday season. This did not bother her too much, as she just would wave a large paw to show that she was friendly, sometimes bothering to grunt, then going on her merry way toward the turbolift that would take her up 2000 levels to her assigned quarters. In the turbolift, one haughty humanoid woman scoffed and kept her distance near the door. It sure took a long time. Level 2042. Bing! But when Eulie had to pass her by to exit for her level, the woman would not budge and stuck her elbow in Creature-Eulie's side. As Eulie reached the turbolift door, she paused, turning back to face the woman and declared, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful," in a gruff voice and then turned with a flourish to exit. New graduate Eulalia yearned to learn more of the Terran culture, so she made sure to read up on all she could, meticulously marked each holiday on her calendar, and was determined to go along with whatever events and social gatherings she could find. Sometimes overeager, she did believe that the best way to learn it was full immersion, hopefully not offending anyone or embarrassing oneself in the process. And this was the beginning of the Halloween season. Three weeks til the main event of All Hallow's Eve on October 31st, but the decorations were up, stores were stocked with merchandise and parties and events were already being held. A week ago she researched and learned about this so-called holiday: Halloween is a time of celebration and superstition. It is thought to have originated with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off roaming ghosts. In the eighth century, Pope Gregory III designated November 1 as a time to honor all saints and martyrs; the holiday, All Saints’ Day, incorporated some of the traditions of Samhain. The evening before was known as All Hallows’ Eve and later Halloween. Over time, Halloween evolved into a secular, community-based event. Just last week she went to the "Galaxy's Premier Halloween Event" at a movie-making studio. It was the scariest thing she had ever seen! Even walking in the roadways was terrifying, as each section had a theme of types of characters would mingle with the visitors, then get in their face or jump in their way, screaming obscenities until the visitor screamed and the character would move onto the next victim. She was only brave enough to venture into one "haunted house maze", surprised to make it out alive and vowing to never enter another one. After buying some warm churros and a bottle of blue Andorian Ale, she found an open air theatre with a movie showing of the old film, Abbott and Costello meet Frankenstein. It was odd, but entertaining, and very humorous. So, she gathered from all of this that Terrans enjoyed being scared out of their wits and then laughing about it. Odd. The room was cozy, but not very spacious. Immediately, she dropped her 2 rolling luggage and 3 tote bags, very carefully with the last one. Eulie hoped to have time to visit the commercial sector of the station, to see what kind of Halloween stuff they sold. She had no room to bring decorations with her, to spice up this plain room. But for now, it was late and she was tired. There was no map in the room and she wasn't sure where the training would be, but assumed someone would contact her in the morning. She did wonder, though, if they expected her to wear her costume. It would be hard to write words or type into her personal computer with these large furry paws. Hopping out of one of the tote bags was her pet Teneebian Skunk, who had become accustomed to her scent well enough to not be confused by the costume. Taking off the head piece, she lay on the couch and snuggled her pet until they both fell into a peaceful lull. Zzzzzz.....
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