Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on May 6, 2020 5:02:42 GMT
[Park, Deck 6]Harmon detested these sorts of gatherings. He always had. As a child his mother occasionally threw parties such as this, though she didn't really enjoy it herself it was expected as a Federation Councillor. He had always found them a drab affair and had no doubt this would be the same. If he could he would have avoided it, but as head of intelligence he was expected to attend, especially as they were a relatively unfamiliar species. Worse, there was a restriction on alcohol at the event, though that did not stop Harmon from smuggling a hip flask in his blue suit jacket. He'd also brought along Ensign Hudson. After much harassment from the young officer who was always eager to prove herself and be useful, especially in front of the senior staff (it appears working with Eastman had gone to her head a bit), Harmon had agreed to let her come. Perhaps if it proved to be too insufferable an affair he could leave her here to represent Intelligence. "Are they friendly? I hope they aren't like the Vulcans," asked Hudson as the two of them walked to the park. She's been asking him questions the whole way over since he told her she could come, few of which he had the answers to. "I don't know!" he said with frustration. "How about you ask them yourself? Here we are," he said as they approached the park.
He had no idea where to go, or who to talk with. He didn't even know if he wanted to talk to people. Clearly, Hudson sensed his indecisiveness and bee-lined for the food table, beckoning Harmon to follow. There were two people around the table, a young human female and a Bolian. A third, a Klingon oddly, just left. Suddenly the socially inept lieutenant became concerned with the optics of arriving with his younger subordinate to the party. What will people think? He said internally, scolding himself. He saw Hudson as something of a little sister, an annoying one at that, but he was starting to grow fond of her, purely platonically of course, which is why it didn't occur to him that it might draw some erroneous inferences from some of the party's attendees.
The assortment of food was varied...or at least it seemed like it, he didn't recognise much of it. Hudson either did, or was simply more willing to take a culinary adventure than Harmon, as she went straight for some sort of pastry. Harmon eventually opted for the safe choice, a chocolate muffin.
Figuring her boss would be unlikely to speak first to the strangers, she smiled and greeted the two people nearby. "Hello, I'm Chloe," she said confidently.
Tag: Caroline Riordan Ardon Gratt
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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 6, 2020 8:13:34 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. [ Leanna - Private Quarters] Lea had heard Fells acknowledge, but with Aven still being fussy, all she could do was try to soothe him, until either his Father took care of his sister or took over. She couldn't complain really as Fells had been very hands on, sharing baby duty equally, whilst at the same time, ensuring that they still had some time for themselves. Aside from the odd tantrum, even Ari had been better behaved since her brother's arrival and loved being a big sister. As she continued to gently rock her son, in her arms, Lea caught a glimpse of her towel clad Boyfriend a he rushed across the living area, quickly followed by Ari. Listening to their conversation, she didn't know whether to laugh or tell Ari off for bothering Fells, but as always Fells handled it well as he usually did. This is what she loved with the normality of having a proper family, with its ups and downs, as they tried to balance a boisterous and head strong, yet softhearted three year old, a newborn and readjusting to life together, after six long months apart. When her handsome Imzadi reappeared, wearing slacks and a shirt and approached, she smiled as she took a moment to appreciate him, before the gentle handover took place. To no surprise Aven immediately stopped fussing the moment, his Dad took over and as Fells then teased her about playing hide and seek with Ari, Lea watched as he then sat down and cradled their now content son. " I guess he just wanted his Daddy, as for Ari, there'll be plenty to keep her occupied at the park, so I'll go get us both ready and I'll be back out soon".With Aven settled once more, Lea moved off, collecting Ari on the way as she took their daughter into her own room, in order to get her dressed first.
tag Fells Halgerdur
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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 6, 2020 15:19:36 GMT
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 [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 "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. [OOC NOTE: The interaction between Sven and Avi was agreed upon in private discord conversation]| Park, Deck 6 || lt. Sven Aune | npc-Xander Mcgrath |
_____ Interactions at a glance: lt. Sven Aune -> Kovalt. Sven Aune -> AviXander McGrath -> Michael_____ The smoking Bolian had placed her dirty napkin into his Sven's hand and started to push around him. He quickly spoke to the Kova, "Acquaintances. Alright." he said to the Andorian. She then tried to jab the security officer with a quip about his poker skills, " Well, I guess you wouldn't want a pink skin to show you would you up in a simple card game now would you? That's okay, I understand. Andorian pride and all that." before stepping around her and blocking Avi's path with his large frame. Without saying a word he popped the cigar out of her mouth. He stuck out his tongue and snuffed the red hot cherry ember end upon his tongue. It sizzled for a moment with a foul stench then died out. He then took the dirty napkin he was still holding, wrapped the cigar in it and stuffed the package into one of her pockets and gave it a nice pat. "No smoking. And the garbage can is over there." he pointed to the trash receptacle. He gave a sigh and turned away from the duo of malcontents to look for Xander. That was when Judy announced the arrival of the delegation. To him, they looked like Caitans and wondered if maybe they were long lost cousins, like Vulcans and Romulans. That Bolian cigar was some strong nasty stuff. Like turpentine wrapped in some sort of foul tasting rubber. His stomach turned and swallowed hard. He began to make his way back to Xander knowing that the arrival would make him even more apprehensive. _____ Meanwhile Xander had looked over in the direction that Michael had pointed. There stood the station commander. An aging woman. What is holding that woman together? he thought. "That's your Nan? I bet she bakes the best cookies, doesn't she?" Just then she announced the arrival of the delegation. Cat people. I wonder if they smoke cat nip. Man how I could go for a good doobie right now. he had to interrupt his thought. I'm not doing that stuff anymore. he sighed and glanced over his shoulder and saw Sven returning. Xander frowned. Sven was looking a bit green. [ 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.
| Park, Deck 6 || npc-Opal Peridot |_____ Interactions at a glance: Opal peridot -> Ozu Saya_____ Opal sensed that Saya had squatted down. Many humans liked to do that. " Hun, It's okay, squatting is uncomfortable. You don't have to do that if you don't want to." she rumbled a bit as she spoke. "I don't like to gossip," she admitted, "But things were right hell around here under Parsnips administration. I, for one am glad for the turn over.""Your father made a very nice ear-ring. And I love how he recycled materials. It's very beautiful and well crafted." she said. Even though she didn't have eyes, she had other senses that allowed her to experience the world around her. "He was a skilled artisan. I'm sorry for your loss." she had concluded that he had passed away due to Saya's use of past tense. "Any little ones yet?" she asked. That was when the delegates were announced. "Oh, my dear, look how regal they look!" Tags Ozu Saya Isaiah Quinn (Kova) Kaya Som (Avi) Judith Eastman (Michael)
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Caroline Riordan
Medical
[TI34] Is it too early to start drinking?
Posts: 92 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Counselor
Species: Human/Trill Hybrid
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Post by Caroline Riordan on May 6, 2020 16:42:26 GMT
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. [Park, Deck 6 - Front Ear] ”Nice to meet you, K’osh. I’m Cara.” Caroline barely had time to introduce herself and grab a raktajino before the Klingon was off again. She sipped the strong coffee drink thoughtfully, and wondered how many he’d had previously. K’osh seemed like a bit of a caffeinated social butterfly by the looks of it. She did vaguely wonder if there were butterflies on Qo’noS and decided to ask the man later. Belatedly, she noticed the Bolian counselor. She’d been rather distracted by her quest for coffee, and the decidedly large presence of the friendly Klingon. ”Ensign Gratt, right? Nice to see a fellow counselor here.” She gave the man a warm smile before bracing herself for another sip of raktajino. It was full-bodied and really hit the soul, with just the right amount of spice. They were soon joined by a mis-matched pair, a tall man who looked uncomfortable, and a cheerful young woman. [Park, Deck 6]Harmon detested these sorts of gatherings. He always had. As a child his mother occasionally threw parties such as this, though she didn't really enjoy it herself it was expected as a Federation Councillor. He had always found them a drab affair and had no doubt this would be the same. If he could he would have avoided it, but as head of intelligence he was expected to attend, especially as they were a relatively unfamiliar species. Worse, there was a restriction on alcohol at the event, though that did not stop Harmon from smuggling a hip flask in his blue suit jacket. He'd also brought along Ensign Hudson. After much harassment from the young officer who was always eager to prove herself and be useful, especially in front of the senior staff (it appears working with Eastman had gone to her head a bit), Harmon had agreed to let her come. Perhaps if it proved to be too insufferable an affair he could leave her here to represent Intelligence. "Are they friendly? I hope they aren't like the Vulcans," asked Hudson as the two of them walked to the park. She's been asking him questions the whole way over since he told her she could come, few of which he had the answers to. "I don't know!" he said with frustration. "How about you ask them yourself? Here we are," he said as they approached the park.
He had no idea where to go, or who to talk with. He didn't even know if he wanted to talk to people. Clearly, Hudson sensed his indecisiveness and bee-lined for the food table, beckoning Harmon to follow. There were two people around the table, a young human female and a Bolian. A third, a Klingon oddly, just left. Suddenly the socially inept lieutenant became concerned with the optics of arriving with his younger subordinate to the party. What will people think? He said internally, scolding himself. He saw Hudson as something of a little sister, an annoying one at that, but he was starting to grow fond of her, purely platonically of course, which is why it didn't occur to him that it might draw some erroneous inferences from some of the party's attendees.
The assortment of food was varied...or at least it seemed like it, he didn't recognise much of it. Hudson either did, or was simply more willing to take a culinary adventure than Harmon, as she went straight for some sort of pastry. Harmon eventually opted for the safe choice, a chocolate muffin.
Figuring her boss would be unlikely to speak first to the strangers, she smiled and greeted the two people nearby. "Hello, I'm Chloe," she said confidently.
With a practiced move born of frequent parties, Caroline managed to hold her plate and mug in the same hand so she could sample some of her food. Holding one end of a chicken skewer, she gave a small playful salute. ”Hiya, Chloe, I’m Cara. Nice to meet you. This little shindig to meet the Sivaoans should be interesting, though a later meeting over cocktails would have been more fun. Who’s your plus one here? The strong, silent type?” It was her nature to break the ice with humor, and maybe she left her interpretation of their relationship vague to elicit a reaction. Nothing wrong with a little fun.
Tags: Ardon Gratt Matthew Harmon Soft tag: K'oshor, son of Khorshurk
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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 6, 2020 17:16:41 GMT
[...] before stepping around her and blocking Avi's path with his large frame. Without saying a word he popped the cigar out of her mouth. He stuck out his tongue and snuffed the red hot cherry ember end upon his tongue. It sizzled for a moment with a foul stench then died out. He then took the dirty napkin he was still holding, wrapped the cigar in it and stuffed the package into one of her pockets and gave it a nice pat. "No smoking. And the garbage can is over there." he pointed to the trash receptacle. He gave a sigh and turned away from the duo of malcontents to look for Xander. [...] Avi let loose a bright laugh at Kova's input on making an exit with style. Avi had been thrown out of many a fine establishment and rather bad ones as well, and Kova was right: it came better at the end. When Sven Aune blocked her way, Avi flashed an unveiled look of contempt. For a split second she expected to get her arm twisted and hauled out of the park (tolerable but unwelcome), but instead Sven 'disarmed' her. There wasn't much Avi could do about it. Her look of disgust turned to a frown of surprise as the human put out the Bolian Khazhad Cigar out on his tongue. For a moment she was more impressed than angry. He was either just that strong or just that crazy and neither trait was worth tangling with. Avi batted his hand away as he withdrew it from her person and took a few paces back and watched him go. Hell with him and his stereotypical Starfleet descalation training. Boring. "Good luck to your digestive tract," she said in a sing-song and made her way off. Exit Avi for now. Soft tag Sven Aune , Isaiah Quinn (Kova)
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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 6, 2020 18:20:43 GMT
[...] 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. The smoking Bolian had placed her dirty napkin into his Sven's hand and started to push around him. He quickly spoke to the Kova, "Acquaintances. Alright." he said to the Andorian. She then tried to jab the security officer with a quip about his poker skills, " Well, I guess you wouldn't want a pink skin to show you would you up in a simple card game now would you? That's okay, I understand. Andorian pride and all that." before stepping around her and blocking Avi's path with his large frame. Without saying a word he popped the cigar out of her mouth. He stuck out his tongue and snuffed the red hot cherry ember end upon his tongue. It sizzled for a moment with a foul stench then died out. He then took the dirty napkin he was still holding, wrapped the cigar in it and stuffed the package into one of her pockets and gave it a nice pat. "No smoking. And the garbage can is over there." he pointed to the trash receptacle. He gave a sigh and turned away from the duo of malcontents to look for Xander. That was when Judy announced the arrival of the delegation. To him, they looked like Caitans and wondered if maybe they were long lost cousins, like Vulcans and Romulans. That Bolian cigar was some strong nasty stuff. Like turpentine wrapped in some sort of foul tasting rubber. His stomach turned and swallowed hard. He began to make his way back to Xander knowing that the arrival would make him even more apprehensive. [...] Avi let loose a bright laugh at Kova's input on making an exit with style. Avi had been thrown out of many a fine establishment and rather bad ones as well, and Kova was right: it came better at the end. When Sven Aune blocked her way, Avi flashed an unveiled look of contempt. For a split second she expected to get her arm twisted and hauled out of the park (tolerable but unwelcome), but instead Sven 'disarmed' her. There wasn't much Avi could do about it. Her look of disgust turned to a frown of surprise as the human put out the Bolian Khazhad Cigar out on his tongue. For a moment she was more impressed than angry. He was either just that strong or just that crazy and neither trait was worth tangling with. Avi batted his hand away as he withdrew it from her person and took a few paces back and watched him go. Hell with him and his stereotypical Starfleet descalation training. Boring. "Good luck to your digestive tract," she said in a sing-song and made her way off. [NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station] Kova wasn't new to poker. It seemed to be a game that humans loved. What they failed to realize was that they were collectively quite terrible at it. Especially when it came to bluffing. She had played it a number of times back at the Academy. She looked at Sven and shrugged. "I was simply trying to prevent you from becoming financially deficient," Kova remarked. From what she understood, their business arrangement did not include off-hour recreation. A sigh left her lips. "I'll consider it."Sven then moved to step in Avi's path. If she didn't belive there was going to be trouble before, that certainly didn't appear to be the case now. She even watched as Sven removed the cigar from Avi's mouth and extinguished it on his tongue. The Andorian's eyes widened, as it felt like a line had been drawn in the sand that the Bolian would have no issue crossing. Sven even wrapped the cigar in the napkin she'd deposited in his hand and stuffed it in her pocket. Though, for some reason, cooler heads seemed to have prevailed as both Sven and Avi went their separate ways. Personally, Kova didn't think Moz was going to just let this exchange slide. If Sven knew what was good for him, he'd keep an eye out for the Bolian. Kova was only alone for a moment to take care of her 'digestive tract' as Moz had so eloquently stated as she departed, before she was joined by someone else. It was him... the other Andorian. She was only reminded by the station's guests thanks to the Andorian referencing them. Though, he'd made it clear that he'd noticed her staring at him. "I wasn't staring," she said defensively, though she was staring even now. "It's just... your... hair." She said making reference to his hair, which was black instead of a traditional white or silver. "And your... skin. It's... it's...." It was green-ish. "Did you undergo some sort of cosmetic alteration?" Perhaps he was simply making a fashion statement... desiring to set himself apart from others. Because, the only other explanation... well, Kova couldn't really bring herself to entertain that.
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar , soft tags: Kaya Som , Sven Aune
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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 6, 2020 18:26:53 GMT
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 [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 [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), Max Williams, Grandchildren, & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Park, Deck 6]Ensign K'oshor's decision to approach right away was commendable, and Judy nodded with approval and acknowledgement to him. She held Max's hand as K'oshor introduced himself, and was then approached by one of the Sivaoans, and Evi. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lt. Harmon and Ens. Hudson, apparently going together (which looked a little suspicious, to be sure), but was drawn away from that tangent by the presence of the delegates and their conversation. "Photography is a method we have of recording a picture, using technology, to serve as a reminder and memento from a particular moment," she explained to the Sivaoans. "We've been keeping photographs, to name just one example, of these little munchkins, my grandchildren, to see how they've been growing."Meanwhile, Max began to cast his eyes about for Michael. The little kid had hung behind with Sven's friend, and that may not have been ideal. By leaving some of the guests' questions unanswered, Judy gave Ensign K'oshor a chance to shine. He seemed enthusiastic enough, and she was there just in case things went pear-shaped. | Park, Deck 6 || lt. Sven Aune | npc-Xander Mcgrath |
Meanwhile Xander had looked over in the direction that Michael had pointed. There stood the station commander. An aging woman. What is holding that woman together? he thought. "That's your Nan? I bet she bakes the best cookies, doesn't she?" Just then she announced the arrival of the delegation. Cat people. I wonder if they smoke cat nip. Man how I could go for a good doobie right now. he had to interrupt his thought. I'm not doing that stuff anymore. he sighed and glanced over his shoulder and saw Sven returning. Xander frowned. Sven was looking a bit green. Michael, meanwhile, continued his conversation. "Grandpa actually makes the best cookies, but Grandma's pizza is the best in the Quadrant," the child answered. He looked around, realizing he should probably rejoin his grandparents, but then remembered something else, particularly when Sven arrived. "We should get food! Grandma and Grandpa made some, and I helped!"The same childlike enthusiasm, coupled with immense pride, continued to radiate from the 6-year-old.
Tag Ozu Saya and K'oshor, son of Khorshurk from Judy & co, tag Sven Aune from Michael
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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 6, 2020 18:46:05 GMT
[NPC - Shadow of Srallansre - Park, Deck 6]Shadow didn't have the same patience for diplomacy, or the Sivaoan cousins, that Clover did. What he did have was a passion for foods. Consequently, he made his way towards the table, and the cluster of humanoids nearby. He saw one grab a pastry, and then took a similar one with his front hands (never his tail), and ate it. As he ate it, his eyes seemed to bulge out and his ears flicked back sharply, taken by surprise by the intense spicy flavor of it. "What is this?" he asked of those around. Reading the label would reveal that the young Eeiauoan had taken one of Judy Eastman's hasperat bourekas, circular bombs of immense spiciness that they were, rather than the milder triangular cheese bourekas or rectangular potato bourekas. It was probably not a good idea.
Soft tag Matthew Harmon (especially Hudson, who gets a mention), as well as Caroline Riordan and Ardon Gratt [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 [NPC - Sundancer to-Srallansre - Park]Sundancer wasn't sure how to take the omission of his second name by this probably-a-human. Among his people, such a thing would be a grave insult, but humans danced to their own tune. His tail bristled slightly as he thought of how the more traditional members of the delegation would react. "Sundancer to-Srallansre, but you may call me Sundancer," he said to her, and then examined the "ukulele". It was an interesting, small instrument. "I am a bard, what you may call a musician. My people's traditions and histories are passed through stories and songs," he explained. "Is this ukkulele like your Earth guitars?"Sundancer was quite curious about this matter. He'd seen human guitars on a few occasions, and had developed something of an infatuation with the instruments.
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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 6, 2020 20:48:19 GMT
[Park, Deck 6]Harmon detested these sorts of gatherings. He always had. As a child his mother occasionally threw parties such as this, though she didn't really enjoy it herself it was expected as a Federation Councillor. He had always found them a drab affair and had no doubt this would be the same. If he could he would have avoided it, but as head of intelligence he was expected to attend, especially as they were a relatively unfamiliar species. Worse, there was a restriction on alcohol at the event, though that did not stop Harmon from smuggling a hip flask in his blue suit jacket. He'd also brought along Ensign Hudson. After much harassment from the young officer who was always eager to prove herself and be useful, especially in front of the senior staff (it appears working with Eastman had gone to her head a bit), Harmon had agreed to let her come. Perhaps if it proved to be too insufferable an affair he could leave her here to represent Intelligence. "Are they friendly? I hope they aren't like the Vulcans," asked Hudson as the two of them walked to the park. She's been asking him questions the whole way over since he told her she could come, few of which he had the answers to. "I don't know!" he said with frustration. "How about you ask them yourself? Here we are," he said as they approached the park.
He had no idea where to go, or who to talk with. He didn't even know if he wanted to talk to people. Clearly, Hudson sensed his indecisiveness and bee-lined for the food table, beckoning Harmon to follow. There were two people around the table, a young human female and a Bolian. A third, a Klingon oddly, just left. Suddenly the socially inept lieutenant became concerned with the optics of arriving with his younger subordinate to the party. What will people think? He said internally, scolding himself. He saw Hudson as something of a little sister, an annoying one at that, but he was starting to grow fond of her, purely platonically of course, which is why it didn't occur to him that it might draw some erroneous inferences from some of the party's attendees.
The assortment of food was varied...or at least it seemed like it, he didn't recognise much of it. Hudson either did, or was simply more willing to take a culinary adventure than Harmon, as she went straight for some sort of pastry. Harmon eventually opted for the safe choice, a chocolate muffin.
Figuring her boss would be unlikely to speak first to the strangers, she smiled and greeted the two people nearby. "Hello, I'm Chloe," she said confidently.
Tag: Caroline Riordan Ardon Gratt 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. [Park, Deck 6 - Front Ear] ”Nice to meet you, K’osh. I’m Cara.” Caroline barely had time to introduce herself and grab a raktajino before the Klingon was off again. She sipped the strong coffee drink thoughtfully, and wondered how many he’d had previously. K’osh seemed like a bit of a caffeinated social butterfly by the looks of it. She did vaguely wonder if there were butterflies on Qo’noS and decided to ask the man later. Belatedly, she noticed the Bolian counselor. She’d been rather distracted by her quest for coffee, and the decidedly large presence of the friendly Klingon. ”Ensign Gratt, right? Nice to see a fellow counselor here.” She gave the man a warm smile before bracing herself for another sip of raktajino. It was full-bodied and really hit the soul, with just the right amount of spice. They were soon joined by a mis-matched pair, a tall man who looked uncomfortable, and a cheerful young woman. [Park, Deck 6]Harmon detested these sorts of gatherings. He always had. As a child his mother occasionally threw parties such as this, though she didn't really enjoy it herself it was expected as a Federation Councillor. He had always found them a drab affair and had no doubt this would be the same. If he could he would have avoided it, but as head of intelligence he was expected to attend, especially as they were a relatively unfamiliar species. Worse, there was a restriction on alcohol at the event, though that did not stop Harmon from smuggling a hip flask in his blue suit jacket. He'd also brought along Ensign Hudson. After much harassment from the young officer who was always eager to prove herself and be useful, especially in front of the senior staff (it appears working with Eastman had gone to her head a bit), Harmon had agreed to let her come. Perhaps if it proved to be too insufferable an affair he could leave her here to represent Intelligence. "Are they friendly? I hope they aren't like the Vulcans," asked Hudson as the two of them walked to the park. She's been asking him questions the whole way over since he told her she could come, few of which he had the answers to. "I don't know!" he said with frustration. "How about you ask them yourself? Here we are," he said as they approached the park.
He had no idea where to go, or who to talk with. He didn't even know if he wanted to talk to people. Clearly, Hudson sensed his indecisiveness and bee-lined for the food table, beckoning Harmon to follow. There were two people around the table, a young human female and a Bolian. A third, a Klingon oddly, just left. Suddenly the socially inept lieutenant became concerned with the optics of arriving with his younger subordinate to the party. What will people think? He said internally, scolding himself. He saw Hudson as something of a little sister, an annoying one at that, but he was starting to grow fond of her, purely platonically of course, which is why it didn't occur to him that it might draw some erroneous inferences from some of the party's attendees.
The assortment of food was varied...or at least it seemed like it, he didn't recognise much of it. Hudson either did, or was simply more willing to take a culinary adventure than Harmon, as she went straight for some sort of pastry. Harmon eventually opted for the safe choice, a chocolate muffin.
Figuring her boss would be unlikely to speak first to the strangers, she smiled and greeted the two people nearby. "Hello, I'm Chloe," she said confidently.
With a practiced move born of frequent parties, Caroline managed to hold her plate and mug in the same hand so she could sample some of her food. Holding one end of a chicken skewer, she gave a small playful salute. ”Hiya, Chloe, I’m Cara. Nice to meet you. This little shindig to meet the Sivaoans should be interesting, though a later meeting over cocktails would have been more fun. Who’s your plus one here? The strong, silent type?” It was her nature to break the ice with humor, and maybe she left her interpretation of their relationship vague to elicit a reaction. Nothing wrong with a little fun.
Tags: Ardon Gratt Matthew Harmon Soft tag: K'oshor, son of Khorshurk [Park, Deck 6] So many people! First the amiable Klingon and now these humans. Riordan, of course, he had met during orientation when he first arrived at the station. "Why hello Lieutenant! Good to see you again. Here to make an informal psychological study of our guests? I've heard interesting things... they're somewhat phobic of technology? Here have some of this". He pressed a bowl of steaming fish head curry into her hand. He turned to the other woman - Chloe, she had called herself. The man she had arrived with radiated discomfort, but she seemed friendly. "Forgive me please, i'm fairly new here. What department are you and your friend? And is that some sort of chocolate cake?!"
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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 6, 2020 22:45:36 GMT
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 K'oshor, son of Khorshurk, of the House of K'tollava stood in front of the felinoids, and the Sivaoans. He waited as one of the honored guests moved toward him now. He had done his homework, and had read up on their culture. They liked songs, and stories. He nodded toward Two Dawns with a slight nod. “It’s a great honor to meet you as well Two Dawns,” he told Two Dawns. "For my race honor means great respect," he told Two Dawns. Another had greeted him, which only made him even more honored. He smiled, turned toward Judy for a slight moment to nod in her direction real quick. To tell her that he got this. He had a hobby in studying other alien cultures, and he would honor his new Commander today as well. He would be honored to present himself in front of their honored guests this day. He allowed for one of them to greet him in their own way. He moved to hit his fist against his own chest. This was after all a traditional Klingon greeting, and an honorable one for his own race. In return, he did this to Two Dawns as well. “I greet you as well Two Dawns, and you as well SilverTail to-Ennien in the way of my own people,” he told them, bowing to them in some form of respect. His own race did this often. He turned once more to the one who called himself SilverTail to-Ennien, and said. “I am Klingon, a proud race of warrior’s who also tell stories, and sing of the great things they have done. There is no ignorance on your part SilverTail to-Ennien, as you simply wish to know who I am. I find this honorable as it is a custom of my people to find it honorable to tell others of who we are,” he told SilverTail to-Ennien. He spoke more. He would later tell a story perhaps. Or, maybe he would play and tell a story. he liked that idea. “My people find telling of our stories honorable, and it would be honorable to be able to share these stories with you through story, and through song. If this pleases you?” He asked this of SilverTail to-Ennien. He looked once more to Judy showing her that he had this well in hand. “I can only speak for myself today,” he further told them. “I do hope you enjoy our food, our music and our stories today. That in itself by way of my own people make it an honorable one,” he said with a nod. He noticed the woman with the camera. He gave Judy a grin and a nod of thanks for explaining it better than he could, but he added. “This camera only helps tell our own stories, friends,” he told the guests. “Our commander would not allow harm to come to you, and nor will I if allowed. I find it honorable where I come from to give other’s protection,” he told them. “It is my duty to those here to keep them safe,” he told them further. “That goes for all of you as well, you after all as it’s said in my own culture, are our honored guests. You honor me, and my house in my culture just by greeting me as you have." He nodded to Evi. He told her this, “I’m honored to allow you to take my photo here today greeting our new friends, as this day will be told in Klingon as an honorable one from my own mouth if need be,” he proclaimed for all to hear.
Tag: Ozu Saya (the honored guest) Soft Tag: 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 6, 2020 22:54:48 GMT
[NPC - Sundancer to-Srallansre - Park]Sundancer wasn't sure how to take the omission of his second name by this probably-a-human. Among his people, such a thing would be a grave insult, but humans danced to their own tune. His tail bristled slightly as he thought of how the more traditional members of the delegation would react. "Sundancer to-Srallansre, but you may call me Sundancer," he said to her, and then examined the "ukulele". It was an interesting, small instrument. Somewhere in the back of her brain (a very dark, distant place), Rio recalled something from the extensive, exhausting briefings about using full names, and contemplated trying to repeat it, but then he gave her leave to stay with 'Sundance', which was far safer all around, and she gave him a grateful nod. "I am a bard, what you may call a musician. My people's traditions and histories are passed through stories and songs," he explained. "Is this ukkulele like your Earth guitars?" "Yes, yes, it's in the same family as guitars, essentially played in the same way."[/b] She grinned and nodded. "Sort of a 'poor-man's guitar, easier to pack around." Then she thought over his comment on bard-ism, and tried to explain, "'Bard' is an archaic term for us now in music, but yes, they kept the history and lore. Now, we have ballads that tell stories, then other sorts of songs that tell about emotions, feelings, opinions...life in general."[/b] Funny, but these were things she hadn't really thought about, music was music and songs were songs, expressions of the artist. "You play drums? Is the drum an accompaniment, or is that your primary music?" Of course, in most 'Earth' music, drums augmented and accentuated, keeping the tempo and adding drama, but rarely carried the tune. 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 7, 2020 0:36:23 GMT
Kova was only alone for a moment to take care of her 'digestive tract' as Moz had so eloquently stated as she departed, before she was joined by someone else. It was him... the other Andorian. She was only reminded by the station's guests thanks to the Andorian referencing them. Though, he'd made it clear that he'd noticed her staring at him. "I wasn't staring," she said defensively, though she was staring even now. "It's just... your... hair." She said making reference to his hair, which was black instead of a traditional white or silver. "And your... skin. It's... it's...." It was green-ish. "Did you undergo some sort of cosmetic alteration?" Perhaps he was simply making a fashion statement... desiring to set himself apart from others. Because, the only other explanation... well, Kova couldn't really bring herself to entertain that. Shavan was used to comments about his hybrid appearance. And stares. It wasn’t exactly common for Orions to have antennae. Those were pretty clearly Andorian, and as she observed out loud, his dark hair was clearly not. And his skin color was somewhere in between, not really either. He had learned to be confident enough to not let such comments bother him. Despite her statement to the contrary, the Andorian was clearly staring. Maybe she was realizing exactly what the other half was, and thinking that his very existence brought dishonor to all of Andoria. Or something typically snobbish like that. It was a good thing he wasn’t very connected with that side, and didn’t mind bringing dishonor to all of Andoria. In fact he enjoyed the idea. “I don’t need cosmetic alterations to look this good.” He grinned at her. Then figured it was time for a better introduction. “I’m Shavan. And since you want to know, I’m half Orion.”Tag 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 7, 2020 1:34:01 GMT
Shavan was used to comments about his hybrid appearance. And stares. It wasn’t exactly common for Orions to have antennae. Those were pretty clearly Andorian, and as she observed out loud, his dark hair was clearly not. And his skin color was somewhere in between, not really either. He had learned to be confident enough to not let such comments bother him. Despite her statement to the contrary, the Andorian was clearly staring. Maybe she was realizing exactly what the other half was, and thinking that his very existence brought dishonor to all of Andoria. Or something typically snobbish like that. It was a good thing he wasn’t very connected with that side, and didn’t mind bringing dishonor to all of Andoria. In fact he enjoyed the idea. “I don’t need cosmetic alterations to look this good.” He grinned at her. Then figured it was time for a better introduction. “I’m Shavan. And since you want to know, I’m half Orion.”[NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Park, Deck 6, Front Ear Station] From his response, Kova sensed a great deal of bravado, almost arrogance as he stated that he didn't need cosmetic alterations. She didn't disagree. His appearance was pleasing to the eye. He introduced himself and also stated that he was half Orion. She had her own suspicions that he was a hybrid, but it wasn't something one asked about on a whim. Again, his confidence seemed to volunteer the information, especially since he claimed that she wanted to know. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued to look at him. "I'm Kova," she said introducing herself, "and you're full of yourself." If everything he'd said was true, then perhaps he had every right to be. There was a great deal she wanted to know, but you didn't ask those sorts of questions to complete strangers. So, she decided to proceed with a different line of questioning. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you around the station before."It was a big station. She certainly couldn't claim to have seen every person that had set foot on the station since she'd been there. However, she'd like to think that if there was another Andorian on the station that their path's would cross. Both Shavan and her own certainly had. And perhaps, it wouldn't be for the last time either.
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar
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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 7, 2020 21:27:09 GMT
[ 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.
| Park, Deck 6 || npc-Opal Peridot |_____ Interactions at a glance: Opal peridot -> Ozu Saya_____ Opal sensed that Saya had squatted down. Many humans liked to do that. " Hun, It's okay, squatting is uncomfortable. You don't have to do that if you don't want to." she rumbled a bit as she spoke. "I don't like to gossip," she admitted, "But things were right hell around here under Parsnips administration. I, for one am glad for the turn over.""Your father made a very nice ear-ring. And I love how he recycled materials. It's very beautiful and well crafted." she said. Even though she didn't have eyes, she had other senses that allowed her to experience the world around her. "He was a skilled artisan. I'm sorry for your loss." she had concluded that he had passed away due to Saya's use of past tense. "Any little ones yet?" she asked. That was when the delegates were announced. "Oh, my dear, look how regal they look!" Tags Ozu Saya Isaiah Quinn (Kova) Kaya Som (Avi) Judith Eastman (Michael) [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Park - Deck 6] Saya waved off the Horta's concern with a small chuckle. I'm an engineer; I spend half my life squatting. It doesn't bother me. Actually, she added with another laugh, I have a toddler, too. So there's the other half of my life. Evekh is around here somewhere with his father. She craned her head and saw Kyo's red hair through the crowds. He's three years old and quite a handful. Thank you, Saya said in response to Opals condolences. It's been many years, but it's still sometimes difficult to talk about them. She clasped her hands between her knees, turning her attention back to the delegates. They're fascinating. I'm most interested in learning about their building techniques. I understand that they use items from nature almost exclusively.
Tag Sven Aune
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 [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 [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), Max Williams, Grandchildren, & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Park, Deck 6]Ensign K'oshor's decision to approach right away was commendable, and Judy nodded with approval and acknowledgement to him. She held Max's hand as K'oshor introduced himself, and was then approached by one of the Sivaoans, and Evi. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lt. Harmon and Ens. Hudson, apparently going together (which looked a little suspicious, to be sure), but was drawn away from that tangent by the presence of the delegates and their conversation. "Photography is a method we have of recording a picture, using technology, to serve as a reminder and memento from a particular moment," she explained to the Sivaoans. "We've been keeping photographs, to name just one example, of these little munchkins, my grandchildren, to see how they've been growing."Meanwhile, Max began to cast his eyes about for Michael. The little kid had hung behind with Sven's friend, and that may not have been ideal. By leaving some of the guests' questions unanswered, Judy gave Ensign K'oshor a chance to shine. He seemed enthusiastic enough, and she was there just in case things went pear-shaped. 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 K'oshor, son of Khorshurk, of the House of K'tollava stood in front of the felinoids, and the Sivaoans. He waited as one of the honored guests moved toward him now. He had done his homework, and had read up on their culture. They liked songs, and stories. He nodded toward Two Dawns with a slight nod. “It’s a great honor to meet you as well Two Dawns,” he told Two Dawns. "For my race honor means great respect," he told Two Dawns. Another had greeted him, which only made him even more honored. He smiled, turned toward Judy for a slight moment to nod in her direction real quick. To tell her that he got this. He had a hobby in studying other alien cultures, and he would honor his new Commander today as well. He would be honored to present himself in front of their honored guests this day. He allowed for one of them to greet him in their own way. He moved to hit his fist against his own chest. This was after all a traditional Klingon greeting, and an honorable one for his own race. In return, he did this to Two Dawns as well. “I greet you as well Two Dawns, and you as well SilverTail to-Ennien in the way of my own people,” he told them, bowing to them in some form of respect. His own race did this often. He turned once more to the one who called himself SilverTail to-Ennien, and said. “I am Klingon, a proud race of warrior’s who also tell stories, and sing of the great things they have done. There is no ignorance on your part SilverTail to-Ennien, as you simply wish to know who I am. I find this honorable as it is a custom of my people to find it honorable to tell others of who we are,” he told SilverTail to-Ennien. He spoke more. He would later tell a story perhaps. Or, maybe he would play and tell a story. he liked that idea. “My people find telling of our stories honorable, and it would be honorable to be able to share these stories with you through story, and through song. If this pleases you?” He asked this of SilverTail to-Ennien. He looked once more to Judy showing her that he had this well in hand. “I can only speak for myself today,” he further told them. “I do hope you enjoy our food, our music and our stories today. That in itself by way of my own people make it an honorable one,” he said with a nod. He noticed the woman with the camera. He gave Judy a grin and a nod of thanks for explaining it better than he could, but he added. “This camera only helps tell our own stories, friends,” he told the guests. “Our commander would not allow harm to come to you, and nor will I if allowed. I find it honorable where I come from to give other’s protection,” he told them. “It is my duty to those here to keep them safe,” he told them further. “That goes for all of you as well, you after all as it’s said in my own culture, are our honored guests. You honor me, and my house in my culture just by greeting me as you have." He nodded to Evi. He told her this, “I’m honored to allow you to take my photo here today greeting our new friends, as this day will be told in Klingon as an honorable one from my own mouth if need be,” he proclaimed for all to hear.
Tag: Ozu Saya (the honored guest) Soft Tag: Judith Eastman [NPCs - Evi Hugo and Sivaoans] Evi immediately started taking pictures, moving back so that she could catch more people in the frame at once. As she moved about, she caught something unusual in the background of one of her shots and zoomed in to see a giant of a man snubbing out a cigar on his tongue. She pressed down the button on her camera to get several quick shots. Afterwards, she shook her head as she scrolled through the pictures. What a story that could make. Evi would have to see about talking to the man. She'd need to get his permission, anyway, to use any of the pictures. Meanwhile, Two Dawns and SilverTail listened with interest while K'oshor expounded upon his own culture. It seemed they had some things in common, and SilverTail said, Ensign Kk'oshshor, son of Kkhorshshurkk, of the Housse of Kk'tollava, we would be pleased to hear some of your stories. You should speak to Sundancer; he is our bard. He will want to trade songs with you.
I would like to try some of these foods. It looks like a feast we have at Festival. He could see that others were already partaking, but for the sake of courtesy, he turned to Judy. Commander, I believe I will avail myself, and perhaps go introduce myself to those fascinating blue-ish people with the stalks on their heads.
I wonder what makes them blue, he murmured to himself as he stepped carefully over to one of the laden tables of food and began sniffing carefully at the different dishes. He made several selections, then made his way to Kova and Shavan. Greetings! he said cheerfully. I am SilverTail to-Ennien.After SilverTail left, Two Dawns took a good look around at this 'park'. She'd been curious what sort of natural environment they could possibly have in space. She had to admit to being impressed, though she could see ways to improve it. The chief engineer had done much to make their quarters as comfortable as possible as well. Two Dawns saw the engineer crouching down, speaking to something that looked like a large rock. Her ears flicked that way, and she could hear a voice coming from the rock. There were such strange people here. She'd never imagined that there would be such variety. Two Dawns had doubts that this whole endeavor would be successful, but she'd agreed to come along as one of Sivao's best architects. These people wanted to settle a planet without disturbing the native species; she was the best one to help them do that. SilverTail had convinced her to come, at least for this initial trip.
Tag K'oshor, son of Khorshurk Judith Eastman Isaiah Quinn and Shavan Th'zhaar [/quote]
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Post by Fells Halgerdur on May 7, 2020 22:42:32 GMT
[apartment- Fells] He had no idea how Lea managed to do everything she did. At least she had taken a break from the restaurant. Nevertheless there were dark circles under her eyes thanks to nightly breastfeeding and calming the baby. Fells usually slept right through it but sometimes he didn't. There wasn't much he could do though. Right now he gently rocked his sleeping son and marvelled at the fact that he was a father. Never had he imagined that. But not it felt alright, almost like it had never been different. For a moment he leaned back and closed his eyes to rest. He would not fall asleep but he needed a moment.
He could hear the girls next door, and the occassional soft sound from Aven. It was a very soothing moment. Much better than anything he had experienced for the past half year. This was exactly where he wanted to be.
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