When the senior officers of Enterprise reached their Inn, The Dancing Nacelle, they had also received a wardrobe for each to wear while they were on the planet.

Trip looked down at his outfit, content that it suited him. The fabric was soft, and the color vivid, but not so much that it looked bad. The pants and shirt depicted a scene, something that looked like it was from ancient times, almost like the Egyptians. It was almost as if he wore a tapestry or something.

"Hmmm., not bad," he told his mirror. A knock at the door found him looking at Travis and Hoshi. "You ready," Travis inquired.

"Ha ha , yes, I am. I see you got the dress code too," Trip pointed out.

"Hmmm, yes. It's interesting, isn't it? I wonder where the pattern comes from." Travis looked down at his outfit again, his with a similar scene as Trip's.

Hoshi, on the other hand, was wearing a beautiful dress that looked like silk. Her dress was a deep blue with what looked like huge stars on it, like the sun. The over all affect was wonderful, reminding Trip of a sunrise.

"Hoshi, you look very nice," he let her know.

"Why, thank you. I have to say, the pattern's a bit strange, but it is beautiful."

"I think we should head on down to th' common room," Trip suggested.

With all in agreement, the party met with Malcolm, then left for the common room.