Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 4, 2020 14:12:41 GMT
All residents of Front Ear station received the following message 5 days ago: Dear crew, residents, and other assorted members of our community, In 5 days, our station will be welcoming a delegation primarily from the planet of Sivao, who may assist us in the settlement efforts on Kerelia. However, before that, the delegation are here to get to know us, and we are to get to know them, to see if the cultures and mannerisms are a good fit for each other. To that end, as we put our best foot forward, we also want to give the delegates a full perspective of who we are. The reception, to be held in 5 days starting at 1130 hours, will be a public event in our station park, open to one and all. Civilian attire permitted for Starfleet personnel - presentable but not overly formal attire preferred. Families are very welcome, but no pets, please. Food will be provided, but we would like to offer a potluck section as well. Feel free to bring home-cooked meals, and be sure to label allergens thoroughly. Alcohol and synthehol are strictly forbidden. Our Sivaoan guests prefer flavorful cuisine, but don’t feel pressured to tailor your cooking to their tastes. Our Sivaoan guests also enjoy music, so if you’re comfortable and have a musical talent yourself, feel free to bring along an instrument. The program for the event will include a reception, followed by breakout sessions with our guests, where they will teach us about their ways and culture. The sessions will be open to all who want to participate respectfully. I look forward to seeing you there. Best regards, Commander Judy Eastman-Williams, PhD, PE - First Officer
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Michael Eastman - First Officer’s quarters, Front Ear Station - Last Night]”You need to put on your socks, or your feet will fall off while you’re asleep,” Judy told Michael. She’d just finished giving her 6-year-old grandson a bubble bath, and putting him into his pajamas. ”No, they won’t,” young Michael disagreed as he put on his socks. ”Grandma, can I do something?”Even when he was contrarian, Michael still treated his grandmother with reverence. He loved his parents, and all his grandparents, but Grandma Judy was his hero, a powerful Starfleet officer that protected them all, explored the galaxy, and made awesome food. ”Of course you can,” Judy answered, smiling at her beloved first grandson. ”What do you want to do?””I want to record in your log,” Michael answered. Judy looked at the little boy before her. He had her hair, her nose, such an adoring look in his eyes… she couldn’t say no. ”Sure, you can,” she answered him. ”No one will tell the difference.”She walked him to her dresser, sat down with him in her lap, and then pushed a few buttons in a little console. She was recording it, but not in her formal log. Michael didn’t know how to read well enough to tell, and even if he knew, he had his grandmother’s eyesight but no glasses right now. ”Ready for you, Captain Michael,” she told him, smiling. ”Grandma’s log, stardate awesome,” the Eastman heir began. ”Tomorrow, Grandma is going to a dip-lo-matic meeting with aliens called Siv-ow-ans. They look like cats, but I can’t pet them, and they don’t use tech-nology. We will have a big picnic with them, with lots of blankets and pillows to sit on, and we will share our cultures. There will be a lot of tasty food, and music, and it will be awesome. I will help Grandma, and I will be a dip-lo-mat. It’s a very important job.”Judy smiled broadly at the boy, amazed at the luck she had to be the grandmother of this endearing 6-year-old. ”Let’s get you tucked in, young man,” Judy directed gently, sending her grandson towards the Starfleet-issue cot they’d set up for him in the master bedroom. ”You’re going to have a busy day tomorrow.”
[Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station]Everything was in place for the reception. The park, a lovely spot as it were, had been prepared. The trees and bushes had been gently trimmed, and the flower beds weeded. Some areas of grass were draped over with mats and picnic blankets, where large, soft pillows sat; these offered a softer alternative to the usual park benches, which themselves had received some tender, loving care. The artificial stream that bisected the park had had its riverbed cleaned, too. The entrance, the most distinctly artificial area of the park with its turbolifts and restrooms, was decorated with a large banner, and the grassy area nearest to it was filled with tables. Some were laden with the catered food volunteered by station restaurants, while others were open for crewmembers who’d made their own dishes to share. All in all, the dominant green of the park was joined by various colors - browns, oranges, purples, pinks, yellows, soft but welcoming, and all in all quite soothing.
 [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), Max Williams, & Grandchildren - Park]With the gentle plant design and soft hues of her knee-length, white and light blue dress, Judy fit right into this landscaping. Far from the stern, bureaucratic figure she cut when in uniform, she looked unambiguously like a grandmother. All the better, considering her husband was just arriving with three of their grandchildren (six-year-old Michael, three-year-old Helen, and 16-month-old Benjamin), and trays full of food. The two of them, with some “help” from Michael, had prepared several salmons with garlic and rosemary on a bed of spinach, a massive batch of bourekas (some filled with a blend of cheeses, some with potatoes, some with hasperat, but all reinforced with a large volume of garlic), a phenomenal shepherd’s pie, an assortment of muffins, and a curated platter of cheeses. Indeed, it was so much food that Max - pushing a stroller and clad in a suit, red tie, and the family accessory (eyeglasses) - had reluctantly enlisted Michael to wheel the cart of foods. ”Grandma!” Helen hollered as she caught sight of her beloved grandmother. The child, who from above resembled a mop of brown hair (like her father), darted to Judy, who then picked her up. ”Lovely setup you made us,” Max complimented Judy, as he and Michael distributed the food on the table. Off to the side, Max also spotted three instrument cases (guitar, uke, and bass - the first his, the latter two Judy’s) that had been brought there earlier. ”Well, you all are lovely,” she replied. ”Our dignitaries will love all of you.””That means dip-lo-mats,” Michael explained to his younger siblings. "Everyone's a dip-lo-mat today."
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878
Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on May 4, 2020 14:14:50 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya, Domen Kyo, Domen Evekh - Park - Deck 6] Saya started to follow Evekh as he ran ahead into the park toward Judy’s grandchildren while Kyo stopped to leave their dish of homemade hasperat on one of the tables with the Eastman-Williams’ food. He tucked the edge of the small paper tent, decorated by their 3-year-old, with the ingredients listed, under the edge of the dish and set the spoon on top. The container would stay warm for several hours, ensuring that the spicy dish would remain at peak flavor throughout the event. He caught up with Saya in a couple of long strides and caught her hand. I've got him. You have a lot to keep an eye on here. Hand over the instruments, too. I’ll put them with the others. His own bassoon case was slung on his back, while Saya carried the cases for his tivara and her own cello and Vulcan harp. Saya smiled her thanks, giving Kyo's hand a quick squeeze before handing over the cases and heading along one of the paths to check that everything was in good order. Though she wore civilian clothes (a lavender, calf-length dress with light grey leggings and silver sandals), Saya was technically on duty. She hoped to be able to spend time with her husband and son as well, but the Sivaoan and Eeiauoan delegates would have to come first. Everything looks wonderful, Saya commented as she approached Judy. They were early, as the hosts, but other guests should be arriving any time. [NPC - Evi Hugo] Evi arrived just moments after Saya's family. The diminutive Romulan hybrid tracked down Saya, after a quick greeting to Kyo and Evekh, with a cheerful, Hi, Chief! Commander, she added with a shy dip of her head to Judy. I wanted to get here early and get some photos as people arrive, especially the delegates. Is that all right?Certainly, Evi. And you know that you don't have to call me Chief. She favored the young woman with the patented Vulcan raised brow. Evi returned the look with a teasing eyebrow of her own before she flounced back to stand near the doors and catch people as they entered. Her curls were gathered at the back of her head in a large pouf, and her clothes were bright - green and orange patterned dress with an empire waist and a short, swishy skirt over black tights and ankle boots. She was the embodiment of an artist - which she was.
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Ardon Gratt
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 11
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Rank: Ensign
Position: Counselor
Species: Bolian
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Post by Ardon Gratt on May 4, 2020 14:46:10 GMT
[Counselor Ardon Gratt - Park - Deck 6]
Gratt was puffed up with delight. A reception! Bolians lived for such occasions. And as a relatively new arrival on the station this was a fine opportunity to make a good impression on his new colleagues. As well as the alien delegation, of course.
He had dressed in civilian clothes for the day - a wraparound suit, grey with splashes of pink. Fine Bolian silk, naturally. He had arrived wearing his apron, still smeared with the results of his cookery. Belatedly realising he had done so, he quickly whipped it off and stuffed it behind one of the table that had been set up with food from a dozen different worlds.
Bolian food was an... acquired taste, but Gratt was an enthusiastic amateur cook with a love of Earth cuisine, so he had enjoyed the chance to try his hand at several dishes. Knowing the honoured guests were a felinoid race, he had opted for seafood. Singaporean cereal prawns and fish head curry, and peppery gefilte fish. Accompanied by a citrus fruit salad, he was proud of his culinary work. Ingredients were all replicated, of course, but the Sivaoans wouldn't know the difference.
Gratt cast around, looking for familiar faces. He didn't know many of the station crew yet, but this gathering was the perfect time to remedy that.
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K'oshor, son of Khorshurk
Security & Tactical
[TI20]Jajvam, is a maj jaj to vutwi'!
Posts: 63
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Rank: Ensign
Position: Security
Species: Klingon
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Post by K'oshor, son of Khorshurk on May 4, 2020 16:02:18 GMT
[Ens. K'oshor, son of Khorshurk - Park, Deck Six]
He had been cooking, which led to very little sleep. Even, K'oshor son of Khorshurk, may have gone to far this time. Having not slept much he decided that he simply drink a raktajino, tripple in strenght with a pinch of cinnamon for flavor. That just lead him to driking three more as he started to make entirely too much raktajino. Brilliant, he thought, he'd bring it to the event at 1130 hours. He had made a few choice dishes as well, but this time left the Gagh off the menu. Nearing that time, he got ready. He chose to wear something that could be considered causaul, yet with enough kick to really bring out his eyes. He wore all blue from head to toe. His hair was combed, and tied back. He had even brushed his beard for this.
He had made seafood dishes, as well as a bit of stew as well, and of course blood pie. Plus raktajino. The Pipius claw had been slowly marinated. It was served dead unlike some choices of Klingon foods. Ripped and torn into pieces, and flavored with spices and a little american cheese for some added flavor. The stew was of course a little surprise. It was in a big pot, and quite hot. K'osh had arrived and had put what he brought upon the table for the potluck. The Mollusk had been left raw. He had even made some Krada leg for this event. The Rokeg blood pie was smelling quite good as well. In many ways, one could consider this to be an honorable day. He had also brought with him his Klingon guitar, and even planned to play something. He would also sing. This too was going to be a surprise for most. However, he had done the honorable thing and let Judy know this is what he wished to do.
He saw Judy, and her family. He smiled toward them. He nodded to the chief as well. Then he found himself a short time later standing next to the bluest fellow he had ever come accross. Bolian, he grinned. "A chance like this doesn't come often," he told the Bolian. K'osh was just full of energy at the moment. He gently gave the Bolian a good firm shoulder grasp. In his other hand, K'osh held his raktajino.
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153
Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on May 4, 2020 16:25:07 GMT
[NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station]  This was a mistake. The phrase could be applied to a number of things currently happening aboard this station. Among the first being, Kova's decision to consult with Starfleet. Humans may act altruistic, but they were really as conniving as Ferengi. Kova's condition of having a level of subjectivity with how much attention she paid to certain assignments was already being tested. She had not been required to attend this reception, but strongly encouraged to do so. She should have realized during the negotiations of her conditions that this would never work. She had thought she'd played them well, but it appeared the humans that had actually secured the proper leverage. It had been a game of hard ball. Be willing to take it far, but know when to cut your losses. It never would have started and ended with Sven. She had to be willing to deal with Chief Melihn... even Commander Eastman, but not the Captain. The end of the line always ended with the station's commanding officer. Primarily, because if things came to a halt with her, then it was over. No one in their right mind would insist on speaking with an admiral. That was how you ended up with a penal colony sentence as opposed to a deal. And considering the last admiral she'd seen visit the station was the Captain's mother... that would be a lose-lose situation. So, she was here, but hardly happy about it. Kova stepped off the turbolift and looked across the park. A sigh of annoyance escaped her lips. Only Starfleet would bend over backwards this far in the name of diplomacy. She continued to stroll through the park, looking at how festive it was. You'd think they were already full members of the Federation... founding members. Had the humans ever been this accommodating to her people? Certainly not if the Vulcans had any say so on the matter. A bit more caution was what she suggested, along with an armed escort and a meeting hall where they could give their little presentation. So much for consulting. Simply put, Kova didn't trust them. She didn't trust anyone that would willing deny themselves the convenience of technology. And she certainly didn't trust anyone that didn't drink alcohol. Did Eastman really expect her to survive this completely sober? The one item she wanted to contribute to this little gathering was considered illegal contraband for the event. Speaking of the Commander, Kova had already noticed her present with her family, and speaking with Chief Ozu. She also noticed the Klingon accosting that poor Bolian. She rolled her eyes and after quickly looking around, reached inside her jacket and pulled out a tricorder she borrowed from the security office. She began scanning one of the dishes that had been placed on the table. Considering it smelled like a pier in the park, at least one of them had to contain some sort of poison.
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on May 4, 2020 16:48:45 GMT
| Sven’s Quarters-> deck 6, park|| lt. Sven Aune | npc-Xander McGrath |
Xander was lean, tight muscular man, but not bulky like Sven. He rolled over and expected to lay a heavily tattooed arm across Sven’s chest. The absence of the large man caused him some slight alarm. He sat up. “Bea, where are ya?”
Xander and Sven had met at the gym and there was chemistry between them. But it had been Xander that had asked the security officer out. But Xander was more brazen. A life of petty crime and serving time in a Federation prison had actually worked. He was reforming and wanted a new life. Xander had sought that by leaving everything behind and starting new.
Sven walked into the bedroom, shirtless, wearing shorts with a coffee mug in hand. He handed it to ex-convict sitting next to him.
“Ah, man! How did you know?” Xander said taking the mug.
Sven shrugged and smiled, “I figured a good day starts with coffee.”
“How long have you been up?” Xander asked.
“Since 5. Went for a run, did some meal prepping for the day. I don’t think our visitors are going to like what I made.”
“You don’t even like what you made. It tastes like unseasoned chicken and quinoa.”
“I know.” Sven said taking a defensive posture, “but I was asked to bring something that is of my culture to share. And well, here it is.”
“Your culture is tasteless.” Xander said with a wolffish grin lifting his mug up for a pantomimed cheers followed with a sip. “Just like this coffee.”
Sven chuckled. “Hey, you know you’re invited.”
Xander frowned.
Sven filled the silence,“Look, it’s been a month. This is part of my life. If this is going to work, you’re going to have set aside your pride and mingle with these people.”
“I’m not prideful!”
“Not in the least. Look, I hate these things as much as the next person. It’s more fun to be miserable with some you know and care about.”
Xander had to think about that. Sven cared for him? He didn’t believe it. But he carried luggage of being used, and using people. Sven was a good guy, and he. He was the bad guy.
“I. Okay.”
“Great.”
30 minutes later the pair walked into the park. It was nice for a space station park. Sven wore business casual. A tight form fitting button up shirt of baby blue and khaki slacks and polished shoes. Xander wore a black long sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up his tattooed forearms, acid washed jeans and pair of converse tennis shoes.
Xander looked unsure of himself as Sven sat his plate of grilled chicken and quinoa on the pot luck table.
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| Park || Opal Peridot |
The Horta was a large bulbous non descriptive form of silica matter. But she was very much alive and very much social. She was adorned with a number of glittering gemstones and she tumbled with excitement. A part to welcome a new group of people!
The invitation had specified a pot luck and this wasn’t a problem. Well for her wasn’t. She was going to share Horta culture so she brought a choice selection of various rocks, that had unusual flavors upon a human pallet. Ground into fine dust to be sprinkled on various foods like a seasoning.
Some were savory. Others spicy, and some sweet.
She glided along the grassy field and saddled up next to the pot luck table.
Without arms or legs, she had learned to rely upon the generosity of humans. What an amazing helpful species. Willing to step in help even when it didn’t benefit them. She rather enjoyed them.
She spoke, her rumbling molten lava like sounds translated into English.
“Hello dears! Could I get a little help here? I’ve got a tray and H’pok seasonings in the pack sling on my back. Could be be a dear and set it upon the table?” She said at large to anyone nearby.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804
Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on May 4, 2020 17:03:02 GMT
[ NPC - Avi Moz - Park, Deck 6, Station ] A stocky Bolian sauntered down the way, one hand in the pocket of her heavy trousers, the other holding a rank cigar. There was a fuss today, she thought to herself. Like a little party. A little barbecue. Some Starfleet Mandatory Fun. Avi Moz snickered. Starfleet was obnoxious in their optimism but there was food. Never a Bolian to turn down a buffet, Avi strolled through towards Kova, and Andorian she'd seen sulking aboard the station. A cloud of rancid smoke followed her. "What do you reckon, Kov," Avi addressed her with more familiarity than she'd earned. "Deck cleaner, Cardassian arsenic, or ... mayonnaise?" Avi stuck her finger in it. tag Isaiah Quinn
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46 
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on May 4, 2020 18:51:03 GMT
[ Leanna - Private Quarters, Deck 15] " Ariana, if you want to go to the park today, please come and get dressed". Leanna was a little stressed since Ari had decided that playing with her dolls was more important than changing out of her pyjamas and getting ready. To be honest it wasn't entirely her fault, since her Mother had been busy feeding a rather hungry and teary Aven. However now that he had been fed and changed, along with lying content in the day crib, she could now get on with getting herself and Ari ready, if they were to ever get to the reception on time. Although some of the stress of attending such an important event, had been taken away from there, thanks to her staff at the bar, who had ensured that had been taken care of, when they were asked to contribute to the catering. As much as she would of loved to have baked or made something, it was virtually impossible, with the new demands of being a family of four. The Betazoid was fairly certain, that they would find a new balanced routine, but so far their time had been spent adjusting to Aven's early arrival and just enjoying family life, especially since she had taken parental leave. It was still hard to believe that their son had been with them for a month and yet it felt like he had always been here. Taking a moment to breath, Lea was about to go and get Ari, since she hadn't answered, when Aven decided that now would be a good time to start crying. Picking him up gently, Lea then began to rock him, whilst searching the immediate area for Fells. " Babe, can you get Ari, whilst I see to little man or do you want to take over here?".
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 4, 2020 19:27:43 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya, Domen Kyo, Domen Evekh - Park - Deck 6] Saya started to follow Evekh as he ran ahead into the park toward Judy’s grandchildren while Kyo stopped to leave their dish of homemade hasperat on one of the tables with the Eastman-Williams’ food. He tucked the edge of the small paper tent, decorated by their 3-year-old, with the ingredients listed, under the edge of the dish and set the spoon on top. The container would stay warm for several hours, ensuring that the spicy dish would remain at peak flavor throughout the event. He caught up with Saya in a couple of long strides and caught her hand. I've got him. You have a lot to keep an eye on here. Hand over the instruments, too. I’ll put them with the others. His own bassoon case was slung on his back, while Saya carried the cases for his tivara and her own cello and Vulcan harp. Saya smiled her thanks, giving Kyo's hand a quick squeeze before handing over the cases and heading along one of the paths to check that everything was in good order. Though she wore civilian clothes (a lavender, calf-length dress with light grey leggings and silver sandals), Saya was technically on duty. She hoped to be able to spend time with her husband and son as well, but the Sivaoan and Eeiauoan delegates would have to come first. Everything looks wonderful, Saya commented as she approached Judy. They were early, as the hosts, but other guests should be arriving any time. Judy quipped as she got a closer look at Michael. The boy was wearing a button-down... "Mikey, come here," she directed the young boy, setting little Helen back on the ground. "Grandpa dressed you, right?""He did," Michael answered proudly. "I can see. The top button is supposed to be open when you're not wearing a tie."Judy popped open the appropriate button. "Like I said, some more wonderful than others," she said to Saya. [NPC - Evi Hugo] Evi arrived just moments after Saya's family. The diminutive Romulan hybrid tracked down Saya, after a quick greeting to Kyo and Evekh, with a cheerful, Hi, Chief! Commander, she added with a shy dip of her head to Judy. I wanted to get here early and get some photos as people arrive, especially the delegates. Is that all right?Certainly, Evi. And you know that you don't have to call me Chief. She favored the young woman with the patented Vulcan raised brow. Evi returned the look with a teasing eyebrow of her own before she flounced back to stand near the doors and catch people as they entered. Her curls were gathered at the back of her head in a large pouf, and her clothes were bright - green and orange patterned dress with an empire waist and a short, swishy skirt over black tights and ankle boots. She was the embodiment of an artist - which she was. Judy's attention was called elsewhere, as was normal for her position, but Max filled in for her. "As long as no one raises an objection to it," he told the photographer. "And as long as you get good pictures of the grandchildren."While normally rather introverted, being around the family (especially the grandkids) brought out Max's most jovial side, as he picked up Benjamin, held Helen's hand, and eyed the camera. [ NPC - Avi Moz - Park, Deck 6, Station ]A stocky Bolian sauntered down the way, one hand in the pocket of her heavy trousers, the other holding a rank cigar. There was a fuss today, she thought to herself. Like a little party. A little barbecue. Some Starfleet Mandatory Fun. Avi Moz snickered. Starfleet was obnoxious in their optimism but there was food. Never a Bolian to turn down a buffet, Avi strolled through towards Kova, and Andorian she'd seen sulking aboard the station. A cloud of rancid smoke followed her. "What do you reckon, Kov," Avi addressed her with more familiarity than she'd earned. "Deck cleaner, Cardassian arsenic, or ... mayonnaise?" Avi stuck her finger in it. tag Isaiah Quinn 30 minutes later the pair walked into the park. It was nice for a space station park. Sven wore business casual. A tight form fitting button up shirt of baby blue and khaki slacks and polished shoes. Xander wore a black long sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up his tattooed forearms, acid washed jeans and pair of converse tennis shoes. Xander looked unsure of himself as Sven sat his plate of grilled chicken and quinoa on the pot luck table. Two new observations then came their way. The first was a positive one, a familiar face, with a plus-one? The second was a contemptible stench. "What's that smell?" Michael asked. "That's a problem that's not sticking around for long," Judy replied, speaking in her professional tone (almost a whisper). She took a few steps over to a trusted subordinate. "Sven," she addressed him, still quiet, then discreetly pointed out the Bolian with a cock of her head. "You see that? Smell that? Could you take care of it for me, real quick, before it starts a diplomatic incident?"She, and Michael, both noticed the man accompanying the giant that the young Eastman knew as "uncle Sven". "I'm Michael. What's your name?" the boy asked, extending a little hand to shake.
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on May 4, 2020 20:12:35 GMT
[ NPC - Avi Moz - Park, Deck 6, Station ]A stocky Bolian sauntered down the way, one hand in the pocket of her heavy trousers, the other holding a rank cigar. There was a fuss today, she thought to herself. Like a little party. A little barbecue. Some Starfleet Mandatory Fun. Avi Moz snickered. Starfleet was obnoxious in their optimism but there was food. Never a Bolian to turn down a buffet, Avi strolled through towards Kova, and Andorian she'd seen sulking aboard the station. A cloud of rancid smoke followed her. "What do you reckon, Kov," Avi addressed her with more familiarity than she'd earned. "Deck cleaner, Cardassian arsenic, or ... mayonnaise?" Avi stuck her finger in it. Isaiah Quinn [NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station] How much time was acceptable? A half-hour? Or perhaps she simply needed to be seen by the right people. Then, she could slip out quietly and find a bar, where the term party was more likely to be aptly defined. Kova looked up from her tricorder briefly to see who else had arrived. There certainly weren't any surprises unless you counted Sven in something other than his uniform. And he'd brought company. Kova compared their style of dress to her own. She was clad in leather mostly: pants, jacket, boots. Only the shirt she wore wasn't leather, but it was black. (Captain Jett would be proud.) Kova looked at the readout on the tricorder. Her antennae curled slightly. There was definitely something lethal in it... assuming you didn't mind waiting nearly a century for someone to bit it. Surely, no one was that inept. She gave it a second scan, just for good measure. When she apparently had company in the form of the Bolian, Avi Moz. Kova found her a bit more authentic than your typical Bolian. One thing was for sure, if the Klingon had accosted her, this little gathering may have actually turned out to be amusing. She addressed Kova with a great deal more familiarity than most would dare. It caused the Andorian's antennae to curl... and then there were the vapors coming from the thing in her mouth. "Well, I'll be sure to hack a glance at your autopsy, but I'm sure that thing in your mouth will mask any poison present." Kova exhaled and tried not to inhale too deeply. Kova eyed the dish once more, and then the Bolian. She reached for a napkin at the end of the table and tossed it to Avi. "I wouldn't eat that though. I've found mayonnaise to be... highly disagreeable with my digestive tract." A ham and cheese sandwich covered in that white poison had gotten her out of the Brig but straight into Sickbay for four days. Kova's eyes narrowed. And Starfleet claimed they didn't believe in torture. "I'm surprised to find you here," Kova remarked. "From what I understand, these people would have very little interest in getting to know you. No offense intended." That was a lie. There was definite offense intended, but only because an agitated Avi was an intriguing one. She spoke her mind, and the one thing that would make this event palletable was transparency because it certainly wasn't the food.
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Ardon Gratt
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 11
Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Counselor
Species: Bolian
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Post by Ardon Gratt on May 4, 2020 20:14:52 GMT
[Ens. K'oshor, son of Khorshurk - Park, Deck Six]
He had been cooking, which led to very little sleep. Even, K'oshor son of Khorshurk, may have gone to far this time. Having not slept much he decided that he simply drink a raktajino, tripple in strenght with a pinch of cinnamon for flavor. That just lead him to driking three more as he started to make entirely too much raktajino. Brilliant, he thought, he'd bring it to the event at 1130 hours. He had made a few choice dishes as well, but this time left the Gagh off the menu. Nearing that time, he got ready. He chose to wear something that could be considered causaul, yet with enough kick to really bring out his eyes. He wore all blue from head to toe. His hair was combed, and tied back. He had even brushed his beard for this.
He had made seafood dishes, as well as a bit of stew as well, and of course blood pie. Plus raktajino. The Pipius claw had been slowly marinated. It was served dead unlike some choices of Klingon foods. Ripped and torn into pieces, and flavored with spices and a little american cheese for some added flavor. The stew was of course a little surprise. It was in a big pot, and quite hot. K'osh had arrived and had put what he brought upon the table for the potluck. The Mollusk had been left raw. He had even made some Krada leg for this event. The Rokeg blood pie was smelling quite good as well. In many ways, one could consider this to be an honorable day. He had also brought with him his Klingon guitar, and even planned to play something. He would also sing. This too was going to be a surprise for most. However, he had done the honorable thing and let Judy know this is what he wished to do.
He saw Judy, and her family. He smiled toward them. He nodded to the chief as well. Then he found himself a short time later standing next to the bluest fellow he had ever come accross. Bolian, he grinned. "A chance like this doesn't come often," he told the Bolian. K'osh was just full of energy at the moment. He gently gave the Bolian a good firm shoulder grasp. In his other hand, K'osh held his raktajino.
[Counselor Ardon Gratt - Park - Deck 6] What a sight! Gratt had never spoken to a Klingon before. He knew they were a hot-tempered folk who took offense easily, but this one seemed amiable enough. Ardon returned the brusque gesture. "No indeed. No indeed. Tell me friend, are you with Starfleet?" Most people were out of uniform so it was hard to tell. Gratt had been briefed on who all the senior officers were and was sure he'd remember a Klingon. "I just shipped in on the Samarkand. Ardon Gratt, ship's - sorry, station's counselor." He wondered if the man had brought any food. Klingon cuisine was something he had yet to try. |
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
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Post by Ozu Saya on May 4, 2020 20:32:42 GMT
| Park || Opal Peridot | The Horta was a large bulbous non descriptive form of silica matter. But she was very much alive and very much social. She was adorned with a number of glittering gemstones and she tumbled with excitement. A part to welcome a new group of people! The invitation had specified a pot luck and this wasn’t a problem. Well for her wasn’t. She was going to share Horta culture so she brought a choice selection of various rocks, that had unusual flavors upon a human pallet. Ground into fine dust to be sprinkled on various foods like a seasoning. Some were savory. Others spicy, and some sweet. She glided along the grassy field and saddled up next to the pot luck table. Without arms or legs, she had learned to rely upon the generosity of humans. What an amazing helpful species. Willing to step in help even when it didn’t benefit them. She rather enjoyed them. She spoke, her rumbling molten lava like sounds translated into English. “Hello dears! Could I get a little help here? I’ve got a tray and H’pok seasonings in the pack sling on my back. Could be be a dear and set it upon the table?” She said at large to anyone nearby. Tags Anyone here at the park [ MCPO Ozu Saya, Domen Kyo, Domen Evekh - Park - Deck 6] Saya started to follow Evekh as he ran ahead into the park toward Judy’s grandchildren while Kyo stopped to leave their dish of homemade hasperat on one of the tables with the Eastman-Williams’ food. He tucked the edge of the small paper tent, decorated by their 3-year-old, with the ingredients listed, under the edge of the dish and set the spoon on top. The container would stay warm for several hours, ensuring that the spicy dish would remain at peak flavor throughout the event. He caught up with Saya in a couple of long strides and caught her hand. I've got him. You have a lot to keep an eye on here. Hand over the instruments, too. I’ll put them with the others. His own bassoon case was slung on his back, while Saya carried the cases for his tivara and her own cello and Vulcan harp. Saya smiled her thanks, giving Kyo's hand a quick squeeze before handing over the cases and heading along one of the paths to check that everything was in good order. Though she wore civilian clothes (a lavender, calf-length dress with light grey leggings and silver sandals), Saya was technically on duty. She hoped to be able to spend time with her husband and son as well, but the Sivaoan and Eeiauoan delegates would have to come first. Everything looks wonderful, Saya commented as she approached Judy. They were early, as the hosts, but other guests should be arriving any time. Judy quipped as she got a closer look at Michael. The boy was wearing a button-down... "Mikey, come here," she directed the young boy, setting little Helen back on the ground. "Grandpa dressed you, right?""He did," Michael answered proudly. "I can see. The top button is supposed to be open when you're not wearing a tie."Judy popped open the appropriate button. "Like I said, some more wonderful than others," she said to Saya. [NPC - Evi Hugo] Evi arrived just moments after Saya's family. The diminutive Romulan hybrid tracked down Saya, after a quick greeting to Kyo and Evekh, with a cheerful, Hi, Chief! Commander, she added with a shy dip of her head to Judy. I wanted to get here early and get some photos as people arrive, especially the delegates. Is that all right?Certainly, Evi. And you know that you don't have to call me Chief. She favored the young woman with the patented Vulcan raised brow. Evi returned the look with a teasing eyebrow of her own before she flounced back to stand near the doors and catch people as they entered. Her curls were gathered at the back of her head in a large pouf, and her clothes were bright - green and orange patterned dress with an empire waist and a short, swishy skirt over black tights and ankle boots. She was the embodiment of an artist - which she was. Judy's attention was called elsewhere, as was normal for her position, but Max filled in for her. "As long as no one raises an objection to it," he told the photographer. "And as long as you get good pictures of the grandchildren."While normally rather introverted, being around the family (especially the grandkids) brought out Max's most jovial side, as he picked up Benjamin, held Helen's hand, and eyed the camera. [ NPC - Avi Moz - Park, Deck 6, Station ]A stocky Bolian sauntered down the way, one hand in the pocket of her heavy trousers, the other holding a rank cigar. There was a fuss today, she thought to herself. Like a little party. A little barbecue. Some Starfleet Mandatory Fun. Avi Moz snickered. Starfleet was obnoxious in their optimism but there was food. Never a Bolian to turn down a buffet, Avi strolled through towards Kova, and Andorian she'd seen sulking aboard the station. A cloud of rancid smoke followed her. "What do you reckon, Kov," Avi addressed her with more familiarity than she'd earned. "Deck cleaner, Cardassian arsenic, or ... mayonnaise?" Avi stuck her finger in it. tag Isaiah Quinn 30 minutes later the pair walked into the park. It was nice for a space station park. Sven wore business casual. A tight form fitting button up shirt of baby blue and khaki slacks and polished shoes. Xander wore a black long sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up his tattooed forearms, acid washed jeans and pair of converse tennis shoes. Xander looked unsure of himself as Sven sat his plate of grilled chicken and quinoa on the pot luck table. Two new observations then came their way. The first was a positive one, a familiar face, with a plus-one? The second was a contemptible stench. "What's that smell?" Michael asked. "That's a problem that's not sticking around for long," Judy replied, speaking in her professional tone (almost a whisper). She took a few steps over to a trusted subordinate. "Sven," she addressed him, still quiet, then discreetly pointed out the Bolian with a cock of her head. "You see that? Smell that? Could you take care of it for me, real quick, before it starts a diplomatic incident?"She, and Michael, both noticed the man accompanying the giant that the young Eastman knew as "uncle Sven". "I'm Michael. What's your name?" the boy asked, extending a little hand to shake.
Tag Ozu Saya and Sven Aune , open tags to anyone else who wants to talk to Judy or any of her relatives. [NPC - Evi Hugo - Park - Deck 6] Evi grinned at Max (he was far less intimidating than his wife), and snapped a few shots of the man with his grandchildren before waving and moving along. She didn't intend to stay anywhere for long, snapping shots here and there of the people who had arrived so far. She wished George was there, but he was on duty in engineering since Saya was helping run this shindig. He'd told her that Saya would probably have been willing to let him attend, but she didn't want to do anything to interfere with his work, just like she wouldn't want him to interfere with hers. But Evi floated around in her own little world, peering through the viewfinder on her holo-camera at the festivities so far. She snapped a photo of a Bolian smoking a cigar, chuckling to herself at the sight. The tables of food were beautifully laid, and Evi snapped those, too, before hovering around the entrance, hoping to catch the delegates as they arrived. [ MCPO Ozu Saya] Saya nodded in agreement as Judy commented on stopping the smoker. Her nose wrinkled as the acrid smell reached her, and she hoped the odor would dissipate before the Sivaoans arrived. She glanced around at the assembly, pleased to see that people were already mingling with one another, but her eye caught a unique guest, and she made her way over to the Horta beside the food tables. Excuse me, I can help you, she said, pausing beside the being. She waited a beat to ensure that the Horta knew she was there, then carefully reached for the pack and released the fasteners keeping it closed. It was a clever way to get around while having to carry item, but it must be terribly inconvenient to lack limbs. Saya removed the items from the pack and set them out on the table, then turned back to say, There. Thank you for your contribution.
I don't believe we've met. I'm Chief Ozu Saya, chief engineer of the station.
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K'oshor, son of Khorshurk
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[TI20]Jajvam, is a maj jaj to vutwi'!
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Post by K'oshor, son of Khorshurk on May 4, 2020 20:41:37 GMT
[Counselor Ardon Gratt - Park - Deck 6] What a sight! Gratt had never spoken to a Klingon before. He knew they were a hot-tempered folk who took offense easily, but this one seemed amiable enough. Ardon returned the brusque gesture. "No indeed. No indeed. Tell me friend, are you with Starfleet?" Most people were out of uniform so it was hard to tell. Gratt had been briefed on who all the senior officers were and was sure he'd remember a Klingon. "I just shipped in on the Samarkand. Ardon Gratt, ship's - sorry, station's counselor." He wondered if the man had brought any food. Klingon cuisine was something he had yet to try. [Ens. K'oshor, son of Khorshurk - Park, Deck Six] He eased up, and removed his hand from the Bolian. He was wired on coffe, and was enjoying himself. He had noticed Judy and her family and made a mental note to himself that he would go say hello soon enough. He grinned at the returned jesture. "Yes," he stated as a matter of factly. "Ensign in fact," he gave his rank to the other man. While he did not know the Bolian, he would not turn down a jesture of friendship at all. "Security aboard this station and the USS Mac when required of me," he told his new friend. He noted the name. "K'oshor," he gave his name in return to the man. "Son of Khorshurk if were being formal here, but K'osh is fine. After all were friends now are we not, Ardon Gratt?" He said giving quite a big grin. K'osh enjoyed meeting new friends. He often let them know calling him K'osh was fine A counselor, he thought amused by this greatly. He wondered how that talk might go if he ever needed someone to chit chat with about how he was doing. Not that he would admitt he did. He had his own ways to deal with his own mental stress. He always had and they worked for him. Yes, he had brought Klingon food. Yes, he was looking forward to this meeting of these cat like beings. Also, meeting new members of what he has come to believe is one of the finest crews he has come to serve with.
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Kaya Som
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Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Post by Kaya Som on May 4, 2020 21:34:45 GMT
[...] "Well, I'll be sure to hack a glance at your autopsy, but I'm sure that thing in your mouth will mask any poison present." Kova exhaled and tried not to inhale too deeply. Kova eyed the dish once more, and then the Bolian. She reached for a napkin at the end of the table and tossed it to Avi. "I wouldn't eat that though. I've found mayonnaise to be... highly disagreeable with my digestive tract." A ham and cheese sandwich covered in that white poison had gotten her out of the Brig but straight into Sickbay for four days. Kova's eyes narrowed. And Starfleet claimed they didn't believe in torture. "I'm surprised to find you here," Kova remarked. "From what I understand, these people would have very little interest in getting to know you. No offense intended." That was a lie. There was definite offense intended, but only because an agitated Avi was an intriguing one. She spoke her mind, and the one thing that would make this event palletable was transparency because it certainly wasn't the food. [ NPC - Avi Moz - Park, Deck 6, Station ][/font] Avi caught the napkin, but stuck her finger in her mouth, trusting the galaxy-wide reputation that a Bolian's guts could stomach just about anything. "Surprised to find you here. As nobody likes you. No offense." Avi delivered the jibe with a yellow toothy smile. Truth was, Avi liked the rough-edges Kova more than most. Kova was right, of course. Avi peddled in starship parts, sonic jackhammers, and bootleg Klingon disrupters - not something their strange guests cared anything about. Avi was just bored and thought a Starfleet diplomatic picnic would be a laugh. And the food. As we've said. "Where's the booze, though," she asked with a wrinkled nose. The cigar smoke fell from her nostrils like a dragon's. |
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Caroline Riordan
Medical
[TI34] Is it too early to start drinking?
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Post by Caroline Riordan on May 4, 2020 23:40:44 GMT
[Park, Deck 6 - Front Ear Station]  Caroline strolled into the party slowly, taking in the casually festive atmosphere. It reminded her of when she was a child, and her parents had thrown ‘garden parties’ for their colleagues. She’d been paraded out and expected to be on her best behavior. She’d always snuck away, bored to tears. Diplomats and heads of scientific committees on the whole, weren’t entertaining to young Cara. She did vaguely remember one scientist with a bow tie who showed her how to set fires with a magnifying glass. Thinking about it, he seemed sort of familiar. Maybe he’d done a holoseries for kids. She shrugged to herself. The party would be a good opportunity to observe her crew mates aboard the station. Truthfully, she spent most of her time aboard the Mac and needed to get to know the people here, including the new Bolian counselor. Officially though, she was grounded to Front Ear until she got her weapons certification in order. Her ears were still ringing from the chewing out she’d gotten from Captain Ellis on their return from Kerelia. On the other hand, her report had gone over well. A little win some/lose some. A party without booze could be filed under the loss column in her book. At least there were snacks. It was enough to get her mind off her own problems, like avoiding the Station’s security chief. Caroline’s nose perked up at the heady, spicy scents of foods both familiar and alien to her senses. If she was a cartoon, she’d be drawn along enticed by a smell that beckoned ‘Come hither.’ The counselor had been around enough alien cuisines all her life, benefit of having a diplomat for a father, so she knew more or less what foods to avoid. Bolian was a no, and anything Klingon that still wriggled or could wink at her was another no. She settled on a simple plate of spiced potatoes with a few skewers of meat that might have been chicken or a similar sort of bird. Now she just needed something to drink… She cast her eyes around the gathered assemblage when she spotted a Klingon holding a very distinctive mug. Bingo! The small half-Trill made a beeline over to the much larger male. She put a hand on his arm delicately, to get his attention. ”Hi there! Sorry to interrupt, as we haven’t met yet. But I’ll owe you a large favor, or several smaller favors, if you could tell me where I can get my hands on a raktajino for myself.” Cara grinned up at him in a friendly manner, and hoped he wouldn’t think her too rude. The craving for a good, genuine raktajino was too much.
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