Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on May 5, 2020 2:52:24 GMT
[Shavan Th'zhaar- Park, Deck 6]
Shavan had just arrived at the station the previous night, and read the notice about the diplomatic reception taking place in the park. It didn’t sound all that exciting, but as he had nothing better to do, he found himself going to see what it was about. He didn't have much experience going to this sort of thing. But at least there would be food, and he was hungry. He slipped through the milling crowd, taking in the park itself as well as the people beginning to gather there. As a new arrival who had yet to get to know most of the people here, Shavan was just as interested in observing the station’s permanent residents as the Sivaoans. Speaking of which, he looked around but didn’t see any yet. So he shifted his focus to the food table. It was laden with a variety of alien dishes, some that looked appetizing, some less so. He ended up filling a plate with seafood the Bolian man had recently set out. Then turned to find somewhere to watch from a distance, where he'd be able to slip out unnoticed when he wanted to.
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Rio Sosa
Security & Tactical
[TI14] Socially Distant
Posts: 113 Likes: 3
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Rio Sosa on May 5, 2020 4:01:15 GMT
|Deck 6, Park
Rio wasn't exactly the diplomatic type, she just wasn't the sort to play games and play nice just to placate other races. Oh, sure, she was sensitive to other races and species, and wasn't going to go out of her way cause problems, but neither did she like going out of her way to fake her actions.
Nice thing about this was, that although they did have to be sensible, the whole point of the gathering was to just be yourself...well, at least, the behaved version of yourself, and Rio could do that, especially with alcohol out of the mix!
Maybe Brody would show up and she could pester him.
They had been asked to contribute, and since her cooking skills most certainly would have caused a diplomatic crisis, Rio had opted for entertainment, such as it was! Dressed in light linen s pants and a loose-fitting shirt, she strolled into the park, looking around before settling on a pallet away from the bulk of the activity.
Sitting cross-legged, she pulled out a ukulele and started strumming as she sang a silly tune...
Tiptoe through the window By the window, that is where I'll be Come tiptoe through the tulips with me...
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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 5, 2020 7:10:15 GMT
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. [NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station] Kova's eyes met Avi's as she stated she was surprised to find Kova here, considering that no one liked her. It was possible that was true, and Kova certainly didn't mind. No attachments meant that there was no leverage to be forced upon her. She merely arched her eyebrow at the comment. "Well, we can't all have winning personalities like you," was the Andorian's reply. Kova still couldn't fathom how or why Avi was actually smoking that thing. Clearly the station's fire suppression system was compromised. Yet, Kova wasn't going to give the Bolian the satisfaction of thinking she was causing Kova any such discomfort. Her comment about the booze, however, reminded Kova of how sensible Avi could be compared to their hosts. "Well, apparently, this is a dry event," Kova shared. She nodded in the direction of Commander Eastman. "I'm sure that was in the invitation the Commander sent out. If you bothered to read it of course."Kova's antennae curled slightly at the faint familiarity of Rio's voice. Looking around, she finally found the security officer strumming some sort of string instrument. It seemed the young petty officer had some talents she'd been keeping to herself, or selfishly keeping them between the walls of her sonic shower. Kova's eyes casually surveyed the surroundings once more, but stopped at a rather interesting site: another Andorian... sort of. Andorian reproduction was... complicated at best. Suffice it to say, she didn't see very many hybrids for that very reason. Which made, who she had to assume to be one of the latest arrivals to the station all the more interesting.
Tag: Kaya Som ( Avi) Soft Tags: Rio Sosa and Shavan Th'zhaar (Just noticing you both from afar.)
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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 5, 2020 8:00:44 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.
Tag: Ardon Gratt [Counselor Ardon Gratt - Park - Deck 6] Well despite the things he'd heard, this particular Klingon seemed friendly indeed. He was drinking some sort of strong coffee - Gratt briefly wondered whether he had smuggled some alcohol in there in defiance of their order. He pushed that uncharitable thought from his mind. Most species may not be as gregarious as Bolians, but there are outgoing individuals in even the most insular societies. "Well, K'osh" he pronounced the man's name carefully, "I don't like to stand on ceremony. Call me Ardon, or Gratt as you please. And i'll accept that offer of friendship. That's what Starfleet is all about, isn't it? Here, try one of these." He offered up his plate of cereal prawns. "I don't know much about Klingon food but I think this is the kind of thing you might enjoy. It's an Earth crustacean." Gratt gazed around, speaking half to K'osh and half to himself. "I wonder when our guests will be arriving."
Tag: K'oshor, son of Khorshurk
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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 5, 2020 15:53:54 GMT
[Ens. Mabel Henriksen & Sivaoans - Park]Mabel nervously adjusted the hem of her dress as she led the six delegates to the park. It was awkward to be on duty in civvies, more awkward still to be doing such important work without her boss and mentor on hand for her. However, here she was. ”We’re here,” the young woman told the six fellinoid dignitaries as the doors of the turbolift came open, depositing them into the park. There was a distinct smell of food, but it mixed with something far fouler. Two Dawns dipped her head at the young woman, saying Thank you for your guidance, Mabel. You have been very helpful.The pair of Eeiauoans were fairly relaxed, ready to interact with the station’s residents, while the Sivaoans all stood a little nervously, their fur occasionally ruffling as they stepped off the lift. Ears, noses and whiskers twitched wildly as they took in the unfamiliar scents - mostly pleasant, but there was something nasty underlying it all. Those in the park already would see six felinoids, sporting long tails, each standing around 5’6”-5’8”, not counting their ears. Said ears swiveled and flicked as they picked up the various conversations and other noises in the large space. The one in the lead was white with large tabby patches on her back and ears. Next to her stood a slightly stockier, solid black male. He was almost overweight compared to the lithe frames of the others. Just behind these two was a striking figure, solid white except for brown patches around her face and two different-colored eyes. The next had sleek brown fur and moved extremely gracefully. Next to her was a male with a spotted pattern on his coat. This one carried a drum made out of wood and animal hides on a strap crossed over his narrow shoulder. The last was, perhaps, the most unique of the group. He was entirely hairless, lacking even the whiskers the others sported. His bare skin was mostly grey with peach patches, and was the only one wearing anything resembling clothes - he wore a beautiful piece of fabric in bright colors wrapped around him in something of a toga fashion.
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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 5, 2020 18:22:54 GMT
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. | Deck 6 Park || lt. Sven Aune | npc-Xander McGrath |_____ Interactions at a glance: lt. Sven Aune -> Judy Eastmanlt. Sven Aune -> Avi Mozlt. Sven Aune -> KovaXander McGrath -> Michael_____ Xander bit is lip. He wasn't at all comfortable with this social gathering. His crowd was more rowdy and got into a lot more trouble. He had to remind himself that he was leaving that life behind. But new situations were awkward. At least Sven was near. He would never admit it, but the large man grounded him. Gave his a sense of stability. Xander saw him as a man that had his life together. Judy had approached and pulled Sven away. "She discreetly" pointed to a Bolian. The blue skin and bald head was unmistakable. But she was puffing on a cigar and all the uptight Star Fleet folks were making faces at her. Sven retuned. "Babe, I've got a bit of work to do."Xander smiled. "Ya, okay." he really wasn't pleased with this. He watched the man cross the field to confront the chimney. His attention was nabbed by a youngster who was dressed quite dapper. Xander was slightly taken a back. But he related to kids pretty well. He squatted down and rested his elbows on his knees looking the boy in the eye. "I'm Xander." he said. "Nice to meet you, Michael. Are you here to have a picnic too?"
______ Meanwhile, Sven had approached the Bolian, who was talking to Kova. "Hello Kova," he greeted. "How have you been? I've been meaning to ask you if you wanted to join our poker group. A chance to unwind, and see us staunchy star fleet folks let our hair down." he said running his hand over his shaved head. "Not that I have any."He looked over to the smoking Bolian. "Who's you friend?" he ask the Andorian extending a hand to the Bolian. "I'm Sven. I don't mean to rain on your parade, but this is a non-smoking event. I'll have to ask you to put the cigar out. But I do happen to know of a nice smoke shop and lounge on the promenade. I'll see if I can get you Xindii Gold. Nice smooth smoke." he said being honest and sincere. [ 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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_____ Interactions at a glance: Opal Peridot -> Ozu Saya
_____ Opal vibrated with content. "Oh, thank you so much." she said, "Lack of hands makes things a bit hard in a world built by them. It's amazing what you all have achieved."
She glided back away from the table to let some people in. "Chief engineer! That's the top ranking spot is it not? I bet they keep you really busy don't they?" Opal liked the small woman, "I'm Opal. I run the little Lapidary there on the promenade." she paused for a moment. "Do you like gemstones? I think I have an necklace that would suit you quite well."_____ Tags Judith Eastman - Michael Isaiah Quinn - Kova Kaya Som -Avi Moz Ozu Saya -Ozu Saya
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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 5, 2020 19:32:18 GMT
Meanwhile, Sven had approached the Bolian, who was talking to Kova. [...] He looked over to the smoking Bolian. "Who's you friend?" he ask the Andorian extending a hand to the Bolian. "I'm lt. Sven Aune. I don't mean to rain on your parade, but this is a non-smoking event. I'll have to ask you to put the cigar out. But I do happen to know of a nice smoke shop and lounge on the promenade. I'll see if I can get you Xindii Gold. Nice smooth smoke." he said being honest and sincere. Avi Moz had not, in fact, read the Starfleet communication in any detail at all. No alcohol was probably best if you knew humans. Their blood could hold what, less than one percent of alcohol before they started being funny? The arrival of the delegation caught Avi's lazy attention, just enough for her to turn her head. It was the Sivaoans! Or something. Avi was unimpressed. She turned back to the line-up of food which was impressive in its quantity and diversity and none of it looked replicated. And then along came Lieutenant Sven Aune. Hell. Avi rested her eblow in her arm and gave him a bare-faced look over. He extended his hand. "Avi Moz," she answered and placed the napkin in his open hand. The man could absorb a direct hit from a photon torpedo, Avi was one-hundred percent sure, but it just wasn't in her nature to say 'yes' to a uniform. "Nah, I'm good, Sven. Thanks." Then she bit down on the cigar, still lit and smoking, clapped him on the arm and moved past him. Tags Sven Aune Isaiah Quinn
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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 5, 2020 20:46:29 GMT
The pair of Eeiauoans were fairly relaxed, ready to interact with the station’s residents, while the Sivaoans all stood a little nervously, their fur occasionally ruffling as they stepped off the lift. Ears, noses and whiskers twitched wildly as they took in the unfamiliar scents - mostly pleasant, but there was something nasty underlying it all. Those in the park already would see six felinoids, sporting long tails, each standing around 5’6”-5’8”, not counting their ears. Said ears swiveled and flicked as they picked up the various conversations and other noises in the large space. The one in the lead was white with large tabby patches on her back and ears. Next to her stood a slightly stockier, solid black male. He was almost overweight compared to the lithe frames of the others. Just behind these two was a striking figure, solid white except for brown patches around her face and two different-colored eyes. The next had sleek brown fur and moved extremely gracefully. Next to her was a male with a spotted pattern on his coat. This one carried a drum made out of wood and animal hides on a strap crossed over his narrow shoulder. The last was, perhaps, the most unique of the group. He was entirely hairless, lacking even the whiskers the others sported. His bare skin was mostly grey with peach patches, and was the only one wearing anything resembling clothes - he wore a beautiful piece of fabric in bright colors wrapped around him in something of a toga fashion. [...] Meanwhile, Sven had approached the Bolian, who was talking to Kova. "Hello Kova," he greeted. "How have you been? I've been meaning to ask you if you wanted to join our poker group. A chance to unwind, and see us staunchy star fleet folks let our hair down." he said running his hand over his shaved head. "Not that I have any."He looked over to the smoking Bolian. "Who's you friend?" he ask the Andorian extending a hand to the Bolian. "I'm lt. Sven Aune. I don't mean to rain on your parade, but this is a non-smoking event. I'll have to ask you to put the cigar out. But I do happen to know of a nice smoke shop and lounge on the promenade. I'll see if I can get you Xindii Gold. Nice smooth smoke." he said being honest and sincere. Avi Moz had not, in fact, read the Starfleet communication in any detail at all. No alcohol was probably best if you knew humans. Their blood could hold what, less than one percent of alcohol before they started being funny? The arrival of the delegation caught Avi's lazy attention, just enough for her to turn her head. It was the Sivaoans! Or something. Avi was unimpressed. She turned back to the line-up of food which was impressive in its quantity and diversity and none of it looked replicated. And then along came Lieutenant Sven Aune. Hell. Avi rested her eblow in her arm and gave him a bare-faced look over. He extended his hand. "Avi Moz," she answered and placed the napkin in his open hand. The man could absorb a direct hit from a photon torpedo, Avi was one-hundred percent sure, but it just wasn't in her nature to say 'yes' to a uniform. "Nah, I'm good, Sven. Thanks." Then she bit down on the cigar, clapped him on the arm and moved past him. [NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station] Andorians may have been founding members of the Federation, but they didn't particularly care to populate the four corners of the Alpha Quadrant like humans did. It as certainly why the arrival of this new face was so intriguing to Kova. Suffice it to say, she felt the need to know more about him. It had only been his antennae that even remotely helped her identify him of Andorian heritage. He was certainly something more... or less depending one's point of view. And then, the moment of truth. Apparently, what everyone had been waiting for. Kova wasn't sure if her mouth was open or not as she stared at their guests as they entered the park, escorted by the executive officer's yeoman. "What the f---". A loud sneeze near the entrance seemed to drown out end of Kova's question. She knew that the arrival of the Sivouans was supposed to be a big deal, but she certainly hadn't expected this. It was a rare occasion where Kova found herself... speechless. Sven then approached. He greeted Kova warmly, and she couldn't help but wonder why? Perhaps he wanted to ask a favor. She only hoped that it wasn't to play nice with the... fellinoids. Diplomacy was never discussed as a condition. It actually turned out that he invited her to play poker. He mentioned something about it being a time where Starfleet let their hair down. Naturally, her eyes looked upon his bald head. He then pointed out his own baldness. "If you lost it playing poker, you should really quit while you're ahead." She certainly couldn't imagine what else he could stand to lose. Sven then asked her about her 'friend.' Kova was smart enough to erase any lines of connection. "We're not friends," Kova pointed out. "We just happen to have the mutual misfortune of one another's company." Sven then made an attempt to get Avi to extinguish her cigarette. It was apparent shortly thereafter that he should have taken a more direct route. "You know, Avi, as much as I'm looking forward to seeing security drag you out of here," Kova began, "even you have to admit it be more memorable at the end of the night. Kova crossed her arms. "The only thing people remember from the beginning of a party are the appetizers."
Tag: Kaya Som ( Avi), Sven Aune
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Post by Fells Halgerdur on May 5, 2020 20:49:09 GMT
[Fells - Private Quarters, Deck 15] The time in the bathroom was the only private time Fells had been getting lately, which was a huge change from being isolated in a prison cell for months. Despite the comforts and joys of his family and new home, he really enjoyed a very long, quiet shower. He opened his eyes when he heard Lea's call forhelp. "Hm...." He answered her before he manually shut the shower off. "I'll be right there." Fells grabbed a towel and stepped outside to dry himself off. He had to rub his hair dry because it was quite long now but he felt no need to cut it. For years he had to conform to Starfleet regualtions, now he could do whatever he wanted....sort of. The small tracker under his skin reminded him, that he wasn't as free as he wanted to be yet. He still had some access restrictions as well as mendatory check ins with his probabtion officer. With a towel around his waist the new father jogged across the living room, closely followed by Ari in her pyjamas. "Hide and seek, Fells?" She asked as she followed him. "No, not now...later." He commented and then turned around to make her stop. "Give me a moment, darling. I need clothes." She nodded before he added. "You do, too. Go get dressed." Ari complied. "I get my clothes...I get dressed in your room." "No..." Fells shook his head and then shut the door. Dressed in simple slacks and a shirt he reemerged and came over to Lea. "Okay. Ready." With stretched out arms he carefully lifted up the baby boy holding his unstable neck. "I'll take him and you play hide and seek with Ari." He chuckled as he sat down on the sofa and craddled the now happy baby in his arms.
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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 5, 2020 21:20:39 GMT
[Ens. Mabel Henriksen & Sivaoans - Park]Mabel nervously adjusted the hem of her dress as she led the six delegates to the park. It was awkward to be on duty in civvies, more awkward still to be doing such important work without her boss and mentor on hand for her. However, here she was. ”We’re here,” the young woman told the six fellinoid dignitaries as the doors of the turbolift came open, depositing them into the park. There was a distinct smell of food, but it mixed with something far fouler. Two Dawns dipped her head at the young woman, saying Thank you for your guidance, Mabel. You have been very helpful.The pair of Eeiauoans were fairly relaxed, ready to interact with the station’s residents, while the Sivaoans all stood a little nervously, their fur occasionally ruffling as they stepped off the lift. Ears, noses and whiskers twitched wildly as they took in the unfamiliar scents - mostly pleasant, but there was something nasty underlying it all. Those in the park already would see six felinoids, sporting long tails, each standing around 5’6”-5’8”, not counting their ears. Said ears swiveled and flicked as they picked up the various conversations and other noises in the large space. The one in the lead was white with large tabby patches on her back and ears. Next to her stood a slightly stockier, solid black male. He was almost overweight compared to the lithe frames of the others. Just behind these two was a striking figure, solid white except for brown patches around her face and two different-colored eyes. The next had sleek brown fur and moved extremely gracefully. Next to her was a male with a spotted pattern on his coat. This one carried a drum made out of wood and animal hides on a strap crossed over his narrow shoulder. The last was, perhaps, the most unique of the group. He was entirely hairless, lacking even the whiskers the others sported. His bare skin was mostly grey with peach patches, and was the only one wearing anything resembling clothes - he wore a beautiful piece of fabric in bright colors wrapped around him in something of a toga fashion. 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. | Deck 6 Park || lt. Sven Aune | npc-Xander McGrath |_____ Interactions at a glance: lt. Sven Aune -> Judy Eastmanlt. Sven Aune -> Avi Mozlt. Sven Aune -> KovaXander McGrath -> Michael_____ Xander bit is lip. He wasn't at all comfortable with this social gathering. His crowd was more rowdy and got into a lot more trouble. He had to remind himself that he was leaving that life behind. But new situations were awkward. At least Sven was near. He would never admit it, but the large man grounded him. Gave his a sense of stability. Xander saw him as a man that had his life together. Judy had approached and pulled Sven away. "She discreetly" pointed to a Bolian. The blue skin and bald head was unmistakable. But she was puffing on a cigar and all the uptight Star Fleet folks were making faces at her. Sven retuned. "Babe, I've got a bit of work to do."Xander smiled. "Ya, okay." he really wasn't pleased with this. He watched the man cross the field to confront the chimney. His attention was nabbed by a youngster who was dressed quite dapper. Xander was slightly taken a back. But he related to kids pretty well. He squatted down and rested his elbows on his knees looking the boy in the eye. "I'm Xander." he said. "Nice to meet you, Michael. Are you here to have a picnic too?"
______ Meanwhile, Sven had approached the Bolian, who was talking to Kova. "Hello Kova," he greeted. "How have you been? I've been meaning to ask you if you wanted to join our poker group. A chance to unwind, and see us staunchy star fleet folks let our hair down." he said running his hand over his shaved head. "Not that I have any."He looked over to the smoking Bolian. "Who's you friend?" he ask the Andorian extending a hand to the Bolian. "I'm lt. Sven Aune. I don't mean to rain on your parade, but this is a non-smoking event. I'll have to ask you to put the cigar out. But I do happen to know of a nice smoke shop and lounge on the promenade. I'll see if I can get you Xindii Gold. Nice smooth smoke." he said being honest and sincere. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), Max Williams, Grandchildren, & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Park]"I'm here for the picnic with my Grandparents," Michael replied to the man. "My Grandma is Commander Eastman."The boy was clearly inordinately proud of his relation. Not in a sense of "do you know who my Grandma is?", but rather in a sense of "isn't my Grandma the coolest?" In the meantime, Judy received a brief ping on her commbadge, a sign from Mabel that the dignitaries were arriving. She began to move towards the entry, and Max moved to join her with the younger two. He found it easier to be next to Judy, as he didn't have to do too much talking, and because he knew his presence calmed her down. And, considering that the Bolian still had a cigar, and Judy noticed that on her trajectory, she needed the calming influence. Indeed, it was necessary. Judy began to reach into her handbag, where she had a bottle of lysol at all times, but Max took one hand off Benjamin's stroller to grab Judy's, stopping her. Instead, she just looked at Sven and cocked her head silently in the appropriate direction. "I should really be the First Officer," he teased her, whispering as they approached the dignitaries. "Do my paperwork, and then we'll see you say that again," she whispered back. "I hope you've settled in well," she then told the six Fellinoids, tuning into her most gregarious, outgoing frequencies despite the various stressors around. "If I can have everyone's attention for a minute?"With a few small taps, her commbadge was hooked into a few of the room's speakers, like a microphone. =A= "Everyone, these are our delegates, and correct me if I get the names wrong: Clover of Srallansre and Shadow of Srallansre, from Eeiauo, and Two Dawns to-Vensre, CopperTail to-Allanien, Sundancer to-Srallansre, and SilverTail to-Ennien, from Sivao. They're here to get to know you, so feel free to approach them and mingle." =A= She promptly switched the comm off. "The food's all for you. Help yourselves," she told the delegates. Mabel, meanwhile, discreetly took her place behind Judy's entourage.
Soft tag everyone, tag Ozu Saya and Sven Aune . Mingle, everyone - or don't.
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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 5, 2020 21:31:09 GMT
|Deck 6, ParkRio wasn't exactly the diplomatic type, she just wasn't the sort to play games and play nice just to placate other races. Oh, sure, she was sensitive to other races and species, and wasn't going to go out of her way cause problems, but neither did she like going out of her way to fake her actions. Nice thing about this was, that although they did have to be sensible, the whole point of the gathering was to just be yourself...well, at least, the behaved version of yourself, and Rio could do that, especially with alcohol out of the mix! Maybe Brody would show up and she could pester him. They had been asked to contribute, and since her cooking skills most certainly would have caused a diplomatic crisis, Rio had opted for entertainment, such as it was! Dressed in light linen s pants and a loose-fitting shirt, she strolled into the park, looking around before settling on a pallet away from the bulk of the activity. Sitting cross-legged, she pulled out a ukulele and started strumming as she sang a silly tune... Tiptoe through the window By the window, that is where I'll be Come tiptoe through the tulips with me... [NPC - Sundancer to-Srallansre - Park]Sundancer didn't have patience for the formalities, and as lovely as Commander Eastman was, he wanted to get out and about. He also didn't mind giving Clover and Two Dawns their space, all things considered. It didn't hurt that he heard some musical sounds off to the distance. He approached the one making the sounds, with an instrument of some kind. "My name is Sundancer to-Srallansre," he introduced himself. He stood close enough to be heard without shouting, but far enough not to crowd the humanoid. Not all species were as fond of personal contact as the Sivaoans. "Are you a bard, or the equivalent among your people?"
Tag Rio Sosa
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K'oshor, son of Khorshurk
Security & Tactical
[TI20]Jajvam, is a maj jaj to vutwi'!
Posts: 63 Likes: 1
Rank: Ensign
Position: Security
Species: Klingon
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Post by K'oshor, son of Khorshurk on May 5, 2020 21:53:50 GMT
[Counselor Ardon Gratt - Park - Deck 6] Well despite the things he'd heard, this particular Klingon seemed friendly indeed. He was drinking some sort of strong coffee - Gratt briefly wondered whether he had smuggled some alcohol in there in defiance of their order. He pushed that uncharitable thought from his mind. Most species may not be as gregarious as Bolians, but there are outgoing individuals in even the most insular societies. "Well, K'osh" he pronounced the man's name carefully, "I don't like to stand on ceremony. Call me Ardon, or Gratt as you please. And i'll accept that offer of friendship. That's what Starfleet is all about, isn't it? Here, try one of these." He offered up his plate of cereal prawns. "I don't know much about Klingon food but I think this is the kind of thing you might enjoy. It's an Earth crustacean." Gratt gazed around, speaking half to K'osh and half to himself. "I wonder when our guests will be arriving."
Tag: K'oshor, son of Khorshurk K’osh nodded to Ardon, “Ardon it is,” he said. At times K’osh did stand on ceremony when the need for it was there. In a way, this was one of those times one might have to. This was a first contact situation, in a way for many of them. “Yes,” he told his new friend, “It is about that.” He took two of them into his large hand, and began to eat them. “I like it,” he told Ardon proclaiming this food was good. “I tend to like more than just Klingon foods,” he told his new friend. He also was paying attention to what was happening. The food poking, as well as the smoking. He was glad that situation was handled or he himself would have stepped in. [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.
Tag: K'oshor, son of Khorshurk K’oshor would never be rude, in fact he enjoyed the company of others. He was glad so far that this event had had little issue. He would step in if needed. He was sticking close to the food table. He was having what seemed to be a quite friendly conversation with Ardon, and so far he was enjoying himself. He could feel the raktajino pumping through his veins. He welcomed more people to come to speak with him, as this gave him more practice with his other hobby of his, getting to know other peoples cultures. He smiled, grinning big at the arrival of this other member of the crew he had yet to meet. He himself had yet to sample the foods, but he shortly would in time. “Well,” he said to Cara at first, “It comes in single, double, tripple, or Klingon,” he told her with a slight smile. He himself had a few triple raktajino’s, and a Klingon, or two. He had lost count. “There are plenty I made them myself,” he added. He put out a hand to shake hers. “I am K’osh, and the pleasure is mine,” he told her smiling. He pointed to the table where there was a large container of coffee and cups, some already poured into them. “Feel free to partake in as many raktajino’s as one likes,” he told her. “You don’t owe me anything,” he told her with a friendly grin. He turned toward the arrival. When Judy spoke he gave her his full attention, and when she was finished he turned to both of the people he was talking. “Nice, meeting you both,” he said. With the arrival of delegates K’osh turned toward them. He had never seen anything like it before. He was looking forward to meeting them himself, and offering to let them know of his proud Klingon heritage. To tell them that he came from an honorable house, would be a great honor to both his family, and himself. The change to meet new cultures was a welcomed one by him. He was interested in meeting the Fellinoids, both the Eeiauoans, and the Sivaoans. As asked of him he moved toward first Judy. “Hello again Judy,” and then to her family, “Greetings as well,” he told her husband. Then to the young boy he became fond of he saw no where near his grandmother. He saw him across the room, but he'd go say hello later. “Two more children I have yet to meet.” He turned toward the new arrivals. He stood with Judy now. His place was with her meeting these new arrivals. He turned toward them, “I Ensign K'oshor, son of Khorshurk, of the House of K'tollava welcome you as well,” he told the delegates as well. He told them with a proud Klingon raised voice, but not too loud.
Tag: Ardon Gratt , Caroline Riordan , Judith Eastman
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Rio Sosa
Security & Tactical
[TI14] Socially Distant
Posts: 113 Likes: 3
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Rio Sosa on May 5, 2020 22:55:18 GMT
|Deck 6, ParkRio wasn't exactly the diplomatic type, she just wasn't the sort to play games and play nice just to placate other races. Oh, sure, she was sensitive to other races and species, and wasn't going to go out of her way cause problems, but neither did she like going out of her way to fake her actions. Nice thing about this was, that although they did have to be sensible, the whole point of the gathering was to just be yourself...well, at least, the behaved version of yourself, and Rio could do that, especially with alcohol out of the mix! Maybe Brody would show up and she could pester him. They had been asked to contribute, and since her cooking skills most certainly would have caused a diplomatic crisis, Rio had opted for entertainment, such as it was! Dressed in light linen s pants and a loose-fitting shirt, she strolled into the park, looking around before settling on a pallet away from the bulk of the activity. Sitting cross-legged, she pulled out a ukulele and started strumming as she sang a silly tune... Tiptoe through the window By the window, that is where I'll be Come tiptoe through the tulips with me... [NPC - Sundancer to-Srallansre - Park]Sundancer didn't have patience for the formalities, and as lovely as Commander Eastman was, he wanted to get out and about. He also didn't mind giving Clover and Two Dawns their space, all things considered. It didn't hurt that he heard some musical sounds off to the distance. He approached the one making the sounds, with an instrument of some kind. "My name is Sundancer to-Srallansre," he introduced himself. He stood close enough to be heard without shouting, but far enough not to crowd the humanoid. Not all species were as fond of personal contact as the Sivaoans. "Are you a bard, or the equivalent among your people?"
For [NPC - Sundancer to-Srallansre] "A bard? No." Rio chuckled as she looked up, suddenly realizing that she was being addressed by one of their guests. She jumped to her feet and gave him a slight bow. "Welcome, Sundancer..." she couldn't recall his last name, and was certain that if she did, she would butcher any attempt to repeat it, "I'm Rio, and no, I just dabble at this when I have time."She held the instrument to him so he could better inspect it, or even take it if he liked. "This is called a ukulele, part of the family of stringed instruments. Are you a musician, too?"She didn't want to yammer on too much, so would leave it to him to ask questions. And lord help the Federation to have her as a diplomat, especially when she had the overwhelming desire to stroke the man's silky coat, something she was certain wouldn't go over well! Judith Eastman
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on May 6, 2020 1:12:32 GMT
[Shavan Th'zhaar- Park, Deck 6] Shavan had found a quiet corner to sit and eat his food, while his eyes continued to travel over the crowd, assessing the people who were still arriving. A human woman sat and sang not too far from him. His attention moved to the distance behind her, where there was one of the most unusual creatures he had ever seen, the Horta. It was unsurprising that he was the only one of his own species there, unless you counted.. there, an Andorian. And if he was not mistaken she had just been looking at him as well. Or at least looking at his antennae (curse them). For a brief moment everything quieted as the visiting delegates were finally introduced. Shavan didn’t know what to make of them. Realizing that what had earlier seemed like a quiet spot was now closest to the Sivaoans, he got up to move when he was done with his food. Sure, they certainly looked.. interesting, but he wasn’t exactly Starfleet’s finest ambassador. He wasn’t even from a Federation planet. Instead he found his way nearer to the Andorian girl. “Hey there” He grinned a little at the Andorian. “We’re in a room with those creatures, and you find the only other Andorian to stare at?” He nodded back towards the Sivaoans and the room in general. Tag: Isaiah Quinn
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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 6, 2020 2:53:40 GMT
[ 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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_____ Interactions at a glance: Opal Peridot -> Ozu Saya
_____ Opal vibrated with content. "Oh, thank you so much." she said, "Lack of hands makes things a bit hard in a world built by them. It's amazing what you all have achieved."
She glided back away from the table to let some people in. "Chief engineer! That's the top ranking spot is it not? I bet they keep you really busy don't they?" Opal liked the small woman, "I'm Opal. I run the little Lapidary there on the promenade." she paused for a moment. "Do you like gemstones? I think I have an necklace that would suit you quite well."_____ Tags Judith Eastman - Michael Isaiah Quinn - Kova Kaya Som -Avi Moz Ozu Saya -Ozu Saya [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Park - Deck 6] Saya smiled at the Horta and dropped into a comfortable squat to feel less like she was looming over the other being, and so that she didn't have to raise her voice to have a conversation. We do stay busy. I don't know if you were here under the previous administration, but maintenance was horribly mismanaged. We're only just getting to where we don't have to have extra people on duty every shift. She was surprised to hear that there was a gemstone dealer on the station. Saya didn't remember seeing the place, but she had had only brief opportunities to really peruse the shops on the promenade. I can't say I've had much opportunity to gain an appreciation of gemstones, she said frankly. I don't wear much jewelry, though my father was a jewelry-maker. But he used mostly wire and scrap metal. This is his work. She turned her head to show off the unique Bajoran earring in her left ear. He made the IDIC charm for me because my mother was Vulcan and he always said I was the incarnation of the philosophy, and Kyo, my mate, had this charm made for me with his name in Vulcan script when we were bonded. The small silver charm hung from the cuff on the upper part of her ear so that it was distinct from the IDIC. I liked the idea so much that I commissioned a similar one for him with my name.Saya's head snapped up when the delegates entered and Judy introduced them. She'd make her way over shortly, but for now, she felt that her conversation with this guest was just as important.
Tag Sven Aune
[...] With the arrival of delegates K’osh turned toward them. He had never seen anything like it before. He was looking forward to meeting them himself, and offering to let them know of his proud Klingon heritage. To tell them that he came from an honorable house, would be a great honor to both his family, and himself. The change to meet new cultures was a welcomed one by him. He was interested in meeting the Fellinoids, both the Eeiauoans, and the Sivaoans. As asked of him he moved toward first Judy. “Hello again Judy,” and then to her family, “Greetings as well,” he told her husband. Then to the young boy he became fond of he saw no where near his grandmother. He saw him across the room, but he'd go say hello later. “Two more children I have yet to meet.” He turned toward the new arrivals. He stood with Judy now. His place was with her meeting these new arrivals. He turned toward them, “I Ensign K'oshor, son of Khorshurk, of the House of K'tollava welcome you as well,” he told the delegates as well. He told them with a proud Klingon raised voice, but not too loud.
Tag: Ardon Gratt , Caroline Riordan , Judith Eastman [NPCs - Evi Hugo - Sivaoans] Of course, Sundancer immediately took off to find the one playing music. He is so flighty, Two Dawns thought. Thank you, Commander Eastman. We are eager to meet your people. Her ears flicked back as one of these people approached the felinoids and introduced himself. This one had a different appearance than any other humanoid they'd encountered thus far, but none of the Sivaoans were sure if he was the same species or not. Two Dawns ears flicked back at the greeting and she said after a moment, Greetings, Ensign Kk'oshshor, son of Kkhorshshurkk, of the Housse of Kk'tollava. She made a valiant attempt at pronouncing the name, but didn't seem to be able to fully pronounce the 's' and 'k' sounds. I am Two Dawns to-Vensre. You may call me Two Dawns.The hairless Sivaoan stepped closer, his colorful wrap fluttering around him. Please forgive my ignorance, but may I ask what species you are? I am most curious to learn all I can, He said in a gravelly voice. He raised his arms in front of him, the right slightly more forward than the other, displayed his claws briefly (all the more noticeable due to his lack of fur) then retracted them. This is an ancient formal greeting of Sivao. I am SilverTail to-Ennien.While they were speaking, Evi approached cautiously with her holo-camera and said, Excuse me, would you mind if I took some photos of you? I'm doing a story for the Federation News Service.SilverTail's ears flicked back, then he said, I do not understand exactly what you are asking, but I assume that Commander Eastman would not allow anyone who wishes us harm to approach.Evi grinned, delighted by the Sivaoan's response and his uniqueness. Besides the lack of hair, his face held a decidedly grumpy expression, though he'd spoken in a friendly enough way to the Klingon. She hoped he'd let her take his picure. I'll take images with this camera to tell others about your trip here. Only with your permission of course.SilverTail dipped his head in assent, and EVi turned her gaze to K'oshor, controlling the aversion she felt toward Klingons. She couldn't help it. Her father had hated Klingons with a passion and Evi had never heard anything good about them before she'd come to the Federation. Even then, it was a mixed bag of information, which Evi hadn't had time to sift through to develop her own views on the subject.
Tag K'oshor, son of Khorshurk Soft tag Judith Eastman
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