Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 1, 2020 13:27:28 GMT
You Are Cordially Invited... [Holodeck 1 - The Orient Express, Platform 1]The evening air was balmy and full of the sound of chatter and shouts and calls as the guests approached Platform 1 to board the Orient Express. Its fresh coat of paint gleaming, its chimneys reaching above the ornate lamps on either side of the locomotive; it looked a luxurious sight against the backdrop of a setting orange sun. "ALL ABOARRRD!" [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]Benjamin J. Reddington, with a 1920's replica microphone in one hand, an old pocket-watch in the other and with a silver whistle dangling from his neck, looked every inch the part of Conductor. That evening he would be performing as Master of Ceremonies, as decided by his esteemed peers on the Association of Promenade Interests in Service & Security board. After some strong suggestion from the man himself, of course. A Toastmaster with decades of experience, not even his brief stint in prison could dampen his enthusiasm for once again stepping into the spotlight, and seeing months of machinations bear fruit. "All aboard, all aboard!" Reddington stood at the main entrance to the train's immense dining cart which, via the magic of the holodeck, was over double the width of the train itself. "Have your invitations ready, esteemed guests. Please, please, step inside and find yourself transported, figuratively and literally!" He stepped forward to assist an attractive lady in a revealing dress with the step. "Good evening, Mademoiselle. Right this way, straight to my table just there, if you would. Not you," he added quickly to the man following behind her. "Your seat is somewhere else. Now, now, no use crying over spilled beans!" He continued to usher all of the attractive ladies to his table until a rather cross-looking Peggy Lynch threatened to 'thump him in the spuds'. "Not to worry my Celtic goddess!" He assured the Irishwoman, his face split into a charming smile, "I've saved a spot for you, too!" With a laugh and a wink, he returned his attention to welcoming their guests. "Don't you all scrub in well! Now, without further ado about nothing, I'll ask you to take a glass of champagne and make yourselves comfortable, as we are about to get underway."The dining car was gloriously ornate and boasted old-world beauty the likes of which would have to be seen firsthand to be believed. There were several long tables, though the largest was clearly meant for the special guests. At one end of the room a band played some soft jazz standards, and at the other a small podium awaited speakers and speeches, a table placed behind it displaying an array of golden trophies. Smartly dressed servers stood to attention, highly polished silver trays carrying champagne in vintage crystal glasses in their grasp.
S1, E7: MURDER! Cast: Charlie Fox , Ozu Saya , Leanna Mazal , Eliska Bremmer , Dugris Zaman , Alex Graham , Sven Aune , Matthew Harmon , Shavan Th'zhaar and Kova Sh'qaleq
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Sept 1, 2020 14:11:47 GMT
[ Leanna & Miss Jem Sparkles - Holodeck 1, Orient Express Platform] If Leanna thought that just being involved with the menu planning for the annual Frontier awards would be enough then she would of happily left it to her staff to ensure that the food arrived on time, along with plenty of alcohol to wash it down. However it wasn't going be that simple and neither was her plans for a quiet night, thanks to the arrival of her Uncle Jeffy or more importantly his Drag superstar alter ego Miss Jem Sparkles. She wasn't sure how he had managed to wangle is way on the committee that were responsible for voting and handing out the awards but then again when Jem Sparkles was involved, questions were rarely asked. That combined with his ability to take no for an answer and with a little persuasion courtesy of a made to measure custom gown in keeping with the era, Leanna found herself with a ticket to the awards and the prospect of an evening in her Uncle's company, along with the promise of a fun and entertaining evening. It might of taken her some time to come around to the idea but a visit from Jeffy was definitely what she needed right now. So here they were walking along the platform, dressed to kill as Jeffy put it, with both of them taking in every detail as her Uncle withdrew their tickets and took their turn to be greeted and seated.
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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 Sept 1, 2020 15:19:06 GMT
|Holodeck 1, Orient Express Platform || Lt. Sven Aune|
Sven had just finished pulling on the cuffs of his shiny, black on black, Gothic-esq suit. It was tight around his broad shoulders, but that was just the norm for him. He felt silly, but Xander had suggested that he do something that pushes him out of his comfort zone. And this was certainty constituted that. He hadn't attended many black tie events in his life. And this one was a bit strange. The Promenade business association was handing out awards. And why he was invited.... well he couldn't figure out a reason. He walked along the platform splitting the steam that ebbed and flowed around the engine. It was a sight to behold. And he felt even more uncomfortable. He would have brought Xander, but he had to back to Earth to take care of some family issues. He was quite non-specific about it, and became defensive when Sven pressed him for details, so the bodybuilder let it be. Instead, he filled his +1 with a coworker. He wasn't sure how this was going to play out. But then again, it was an opportunity to get to know Miss Bremmer better. With his hands in his pockets he noticed Lea, and.... a large woman with her. He had to take a double take. It was Jem Sparkles. He had seen her routines a time here and there. And though he didn't particularly run in the drag queen circles he did have friends who did. He removed a hand and gave them a wave as followed up in line after them. He had his ticket in the other hand ready to present it. "Hey Lea." he said to her. "I didn't your plus one was going to Miss Sparkles. Nice to meet you." Tag Leanna Mazal
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Sept 1, 2020 15:24:37 GMT
[Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Holodeck 1, Platform]Sir Doug had decided that he wouldn't be going out of his way for this affair. He wouldn't dig out his evening dress, and he wouldn't subject Pood to the trauma of another evening alone. Nevermind that the man himself was associated with APISS - his colleagues should be thankful enough that he'd chosen not to play the period-appropriate role of a Bolshevik agitator. Granted, with the PooDoo on his shoulder, he couldn't quite pull off that part anyway. As Sir Doug walked up the platform, to where he saw Mr. Aune and Ms. Mazal, Pood screamed shrilly at the locomotive, as though she considered it to be a rival animal. "Good evening!" Sir Doug announced his presence.
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Admin
Administrator
Posts: 82 Likes: 3
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Post by Admin on Sept 1, 2020 17:15:08 GMT
[Commodore Calvin Perry - Command Centre, Deck 2]
Considering how his first mission in charge had gone, Calvin had taken the opportunity to remain on the station, rather than accompany the Mac on its joint training exercise with the Nyberrite Alliance. Besides he was sure that Commander Eastman would represent the station and by extension the Fleet to the best of her and the crew's ability, especially with her already being familiar with Colonel Vasser and the organisation she had traded the fleet for. Yes Calvin was familiar with Vasser, not that he would make that known but considering everything and the news of negotiations starting with the Talorian Government, it made sense for him to get a proper feel for Front Ear if he had any chance of making this new posting a success.
Of course having his wife here would of made it more bearable but the widower knew that was wishful thinking, even for him. So here he was looking over the reports that needed his attention and whilst he had been advised to attend the gathering on the holodeck for the annual awards, he had made an excuse rather than be faced with the temptation of alcohol. His favourite beverage a reminder of how he still struggled against his demons, before he forced himself to refocus.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 1, 2020 18:17:30 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Holodeck 1]Charlie would never admit it, but she loved a good theme. Especially one lifted from 20th century Earth. The music, literature, clothes - they did it right. What she didn't love, was having to sit at the same table as fellow FNN reporter Terrence Bennett. "Can't afford a whole dress, Charlotte?"She grimaced. She'd only just stepped in the place and snared herself a glass of champagne and already he had descended upon her like the rabid vulture that he was. "You could always up your submission rate, even you could potentially get published more than once a month.""Quality, not quantity, Terry.""Obviously not quantity," he said with a snort, gesturing toward her plunging neckline. Charlie narrowed her eyes and then passed her champagne glass into one of his hands. "Drink, Terry? One for you, and..." She turned, plucked another glass from a nearby waiter's shiny tray, and pressed it into his other hand. "One for your date." She then took the opportunity while the man was mute with shock to get the last word and flounce off. She strode as assuredly as she could in her heels down the carriage, toward the band. The opening strains of Putting on the Ritz reached her, and she smiled. "Prick."*** [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]"If it isn't the incomparable Miss Sparkles. Looking stunning, might I add." Reddington's arms expanded widely to welcome his fellow panelist. Then he clocked the stunning brunette at Sparkles' side. "And this must be the niece you speak of so often. I am positively charmed to make your acquaintance." He reached out a hand to take Leanna's and planted a kiss on her knuckles, all while holding the woman's gaze. "Please tell me you're unattached." He grinned broadly as he held on to her hand for a beat or two too long, and then released her. Benjamin Reddington was normally one for the blondes, but for this filly he'd happily make an exception or two. A large figure caught his eye; it would have had to have been large in order to pull his attention from Leanna's decolletage. A pleased expression crossed his face. "You must be the Sec/Tac lieutenant I've been hearing about. What a striking suit. That's the way to march to your own trumpet." Having only been released from prison only six weeks ago, Reddington had made it his business to study up on the station security. Sven Aune was hard to miss. "Welcome, welcome all. Have some champagne. You, my dear," his attention was back on Leanna, "Please do join this VIP table just here." His arm swept toward his own table, which was occupied only by young women. Coming up next in the queue was a gentleman with a creature on his shoulder. "Good evening!" He boomed in response. "Who do we have here?"
Tag: Leanna Mazal , Sven Aune , Dugris Zaman
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Sept 1, 2020 18:41:29 GMT
[Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]Benjamin J. Reddington, with a 1920's replica microphone in one hand, an old pocket-watch in the other and with a silver whistle dangling from his neck, looked every inch the part of Conductor. That evening he would be performing as Master of Ceremonies, as decided by his esteemed peers on the Association of Promenade Interests in Service & Security board. After some strong suggestion from the man himself, of course. A Toastmaster with decades of experience, not even his brief stint in prison could dampen his enthusiasm for once again stepping into the spotlight, and seeing months of machinations bear fruit. "All aboard, all aboard!" Reddington stood at the main entrance to the train's immense dining cart which, via the magic of the holodeck, was over double the width of the train itself. "Have your invitations ready, esteemed guests. Please, please, step inside and find yourself transported, figuratively and literally!" He stepped forward to assist an attractive lady in a revealing dress with the step. "Good evening, Mademoiselle. Right this way, straight to my table just there, if you would. Not you," he added quickly to the man following behind her. "Your seat is somewhere else. Now, now, no use crying over spilled beans!" He continued to usher all of the attractive ladies to his table until a rather cross-looking Peggy Lynch threatened to 'thump him in the spuds'. "Not to worry my Celtic goddess!" He assured the Irishwoman, his face split into a charming smile, "I've saved a spot for you, too!" With a laugh and a wink, he returned his attention to welcoming their guests. "Don't you all scrub in well! Now, without further ado about nothing, I'll ask you to take a glass of champagne and make yourselves comfortable, as we are about to get underway."The dining car was gloriously ornate and boasted old-world beauty the likes of which would have to be seen firsthand to be believed. There were several long tables, though the largest was clearly meant for the special guests. At one end of the room a band played some soft jazz standards, and at the other a small podium awaited speakers and speeches, a table placed behind it displaying an array of golden trophies. Smartly dressed servers stood to attention, highly polished silver trays carrying champagne in vintage crystal glasses in their grasp. |Holodeck 1, Orient Express Platform || Lt. Sven Aune|
Sven had just finished pulling on the cuffs of his shiny, black on black, Gothic-esq suit. It was tight around his broad shoulders, but that was just the norm for him. He felt silly, but Xander had suggested that he do something that pushes him out of his comfort zone. And this was certainty constituted that. He hadn't attended many black tie events in his life. And this one was a bit strange. The Promenade business association was handing out awards. And why he was invited.... well he couldn't figure out a reason. He walked along the platform splitting the steam that ebbed and flowed around the engine. It was a sight to behold. And he felt even more uncomfortable. He would have brought Xander, but he had to back to Earth to take care of some family issues. He was quite non-specific about it, and became defensive when Sven pressed him for details, so the bodybuilder let it be. Instead, he filled his +1 with a coworker. He wasn't sure how this was going to play out. But then again, it was an opportunity to get to know Miss Bremmer better. With his hands in his pockets he noticed Lea, and.... a large woman with her. He had to take a double take. It was Jem Sparkles. He had seen her routines a time here and there. And though he didn't particularly run in the drag queen circles he did have friends who did. He removed a hand and gave them a wave as followed up in line after them. He had his ticket in the other hand ready to present it. "Hey Lea." he said to her. "I didn't your plus one was going to Miss Sparkles. Nice to meet you." [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Holodeck 1, Platform]Sir Doug had decided that he wouldn't be going out of his way for this affair. He wouldn't dig out his evening dress, and he wouldn't subject Pood to the trauma of another evening alone. Nevermind that the man himself was associated with APISS - his colleagues should be thankful enough that he'd chosen not to play the period-appropriate role of a Bolshevik agitator. Granted, with the PooDoo on his shoulder, he couldn't quite pull off that part anyway. As Sir Doug walked up the platform, to where he saw Mr. Aune and Ms. Mazal, Pood screamed shrilly at the locomotive, as though she considered it to be a rival animal. "Good evening!" Sir Doug announced his presence. [Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Holodeck 1]Charlie would never admit it, but she loved a good theme. Especially one lifted from 20th century Earth. The music, literature, clothes - they did it right. What she didn't love, was having to sit at the same table as fellow FNN reporter Terrence Bennett. "Can't afford a whole dress, Charlotte?"She grimaced. She'd only just stepped in the place and snared herself a glass of champagne and already he had descended upon her like the rabid vulture that he was. "You could always up your submission rate, even you could potentially get published more than once a month.""Quality, not quantity, Terry.""Obviously not quantity," he said with a snort, gesturing toward her plunging neckline. Charlie narrowed her eyes and then passed her champagne glass into one of his hands. "Drink, Terry? One for you, and..." She turned, plucked another glass from a nearby waiter's shiny tray, and pressed it into his other hand. "One for your date." She then took the opportunity while the man was mute with shock to get the last word and flounce off. She strode as assuredly as she could in her heels down the carriage, toward the band. The opening strains of Putting on the Ritz reached her, and she smiled. "Prick."*** [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]"If it isn't the incomparable Miss Sparkles. Looking stunning, might I add." Reddington's arms expanded widely to welcome his fellow panelist. Then he clocked the stunning brunette at Sparkles' side. "And this must be the niece you speak of so often. I am positively charmed to make your acquaintance." He reached out a hand to take Leanna's and planted a kiss on her knuckles, all while holding the woman's gaze. "Please tell me you're unattached." He grinned broadly as he held on to her hand for a beat or two too long, and then released her. Benjamin Reddington was normally one for the blondes, but for filly he'd happily make an exception or two. A large figure caught his eye; it would have had to have been large in order to pull his attention from Leanna's decolletage. A pleased expression crossed his face. "You must be the Sec/Tac lieutenant I've been hearing about. What a striking suit. That's the way to march to your own trumpet." Having only been released from prison only six weeks ago, Reddington had made it his business to study up on the station security. Sven Aune was hard to miss. "Welcome, welcome all. Have some champagne. You, my dear," his attention was back on Leanna, "Please do join this VIP table just here." His arm swept toward his own table, which was occupied only by young women. Coming up next in the queue was a gentleman with a creature on his shoulder. "Good evening!" He boomed in response. "Who do we have here?" [ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Orient Express ]One thing a certain Crewman Eliska Bremmer had not expected was to be invited to a high society event. Let alone that it would be her boss who'd be the one to invite her to join him as his guest. Of course, she didn't know Lieutenant... Commander Aune as much as she could, but they'd been semi-regular workout partners when they happened to be there at the same time, and working on the same thing. Their exercise regimens and duty schedules were too different to make such a regular occurrence, but they were still on sufficiently friendly terms. Yet, she had been surprised he would be attending as a guest at all, given she'd heard his boyfriend was heading back to Earth, and rumour had it the move would be permanent... But instead, there she was, her braid elegantly pinned up at the back of her head instead of hanging free as she preferred it, and wearing a little black dress that put her lithe and sleek physique to good advantage. However, she had categorically refused to go for those ridiculous high-heeled shoes, instead insisting on far more practical flats. She did not care it would make her posture more appealing, or would put the definition of her calves in a great light, she was not going to try and wrangle those monstrosities to save her life! Hell, the damn things were unheard of back home... and the kind of dress she was wearing was one she'd never thought she would ever wear at all. Well, at least she had the confidence to wear it... and the looks to make it work. As she arrived with her boss, she looked around, very much the Security type through and through. As guests were milling, she noticed that journalist, this Miss Fox... and allowed her eyes to linger. She indeed did look as though she belonged in that sort of place, and that sort of clothes! The host himself was... effusive with his presence and his greetings, and while he'd yet to pay any attention to Aune's plus-one, he had quickly latched onto the bartender, and was trying to guide her to a table exclusively occupied by attractive young women, and her own eyes narrowed. She did not know the Betazoid particularly well, however she could tell well enough when someone was trying to get laid, and likely to press their advances where they wouldn't be wanted. So, instead she called out to her. "Leanna! It's been too long since we've talked! I'm so sorry I can't visit the Beta as often as I'd like. You know what it's like, maintaining a high-gee physiology." And, it would take a rare idiot to not realize that while the words were outwardly aimed at Leanna herself, they were for the host's benefit... as was the hard look she was throwing him.
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Sept 1, 2020 18:54:47 GMT
[ Miss Jem Sparkles & Leanna - Orient Express Platform] At the sound of a familiar voice, Lea immediately turned and smiled upon seeing Sven looking rather dashing in a Gothic style black suit. Although it appeared that Jem had another fan as he admitted that he didn't know that Jeffy was her plus one and greeted her Drag Queen uncle. " Hey Sven and yes, Miss Sparkles is my Uncle" she explained, before Jeffy intervened upon meeting Sven. " Ah Mr Aune, I presume, I've heard some great things about you and I do hope that we get chance to talk later" Jem replied, as Sir Doug and Poodoo caught her interest and she returned his greeting, before Leanna could get the chance to do so. " Good Evening to you" she said, keen to know the older man and his pet, until the arrival of Reddington, who was as charming as ever. Whether it was an act or simply his way, she wasn't sure but of course would be as courteous as always, especially with him being a fellow committee member. Leanna on the other hand wasn't sure what to make of this Reddington as he spoke to Jeffy before she found herself on the receiving end of his attention. Not sure what to say as he rendered her speechless by taking hold of her hand and kissing it. Becoming rooted to the spot as he continued to stare into her eyes and let his gaze linger, before enquiring if she was single until he finally let go. Luckily she was saved from answering as he spoke to Sven or so she thought before he returned his attention to her and gestured towards the VIP table he had indicated. " Sure, thank you"she managed to say, deciding that she needed to be polite because that's who she was, even if she silently cursed Jeffy for not stopping him. With no choice but to go to said table, Lea quickly realised why she had been singled out and wondered how long she could get away with being in his company until she found a way to escape. With all of this happening so quickly, she hadn't realised the presence of anyone else before she heard someone call out her name and stopped. She may not of been familiar with the other woman who had clearly come to her rescue but Lea appreciated it all the same as she answered Eliska. " Hey Eliska and that's completely understandable, we'll have to catch up this evening".
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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 Sept 2, 2020 2:24:21 GMT
[ Imahl Shahal - Orient Express] The Bajoran toy shop owner tugged at his collar, already regretting his decision to dress appropriate to the setting of this elaborate holodeck program. But others on the board had been excited about the venue, so Imahl had reluctantly gone along with it. At least the food promised to be good, catered by the Blue Beta. He stood back from the crowd and observed those arriving. [ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Alec and Aryn Trenzal stood near Imahl Shahal, watching as guests arrived. As new business owners on the promenade of the Front Ear, they didn’t know many people yet. An actual print bookshop was a bit of a niche market, but the El-Aurian couple were adventurous. He was a doctor (many times over) and she a linguist (with a host of letters after her name), but they’d decided on this new venture together, in this (relatively) safe backwater. The reason was impossible to hide. Aryn wore a lovely evening gown that only bore a passing resemblance to the era in which the event was to occur, but the styles of the 1920s wouldn’t have worked with her physical condition. Her peach-colored dress gathered under her bust and draped, as gracefully as possible, to the floor, but did nothing to hide the fact that she was very, very pregnant. She wore flat shoes and held Alec’s tuxedo-clad arm for balance. His clothes were a replica of a tuxedo he’d actually worn in the 1920s on Earth. His bowtie was the only step away from the traditional black-tie; it was a deep blue. [ Evi Hugo] Evi knew this was going to be one of her favorite photo shoots. So many people had taken the venue to heart and had dressed in the styles of the era. Even though she was working the event, Evi herself had found an appropriate dress and gone all out. Her usually purple hair had been dyed back to her natural dark brown. She’d taken hours braiding it into alternating thick and thin braids along her scalp, which then gathered into a large braided coil on top of her head. The dress she’d found in the database had needed some slight alterations to fit her curvy hips and bust but the yellow popped appealingly; her bronze high-heeled ankle boots matched the trim of the dress. The Romulan-Human hybrid wove her way between people, pausing to ask couples and groups to pose as she made her way toward the train itself. She wanted to get inside so that she could capture shots of people as they entered the dining room. [ Left Ear] Left Ear had arrived on the station only a few days before. Her fellow Sivaoans had been filling her in on the customs they’d learned of since their own arrival a few months ago. When the invitation for this event had arrived, there had been a general discussion of whether one or more of them should attend. While the others were already thoroughly entrenched in various projects related to the settlement of Kerelia, Left Ear hadn’t had a chance to get involved yet, so she decided to go. Since Sivaoans didn’t wear clothing, preparing for the evening only included making sure her parti-colored fur was shiny and well-groomed. She’d been teased as a child and youth about her chaotic fur and extra-long tail, but since her Walk, Left Ear had embraced not only the name she’d been given at birth, but her appearance and the personality that went with it. She was friendly and loved being around people. She entered the holodeck, ears flicking and eyes darting about to take in the colors and shinies on everyone’s clothes. It made her regret for a moment not borrowing one of SilverTail’s wraps. [ Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] Saya and Kyo didn’t get many chances to go out together for a fancy dinner. They had taken a trip together with Judy on the actual Orient Express (a modern replica) across Europe, so the opportunity to revisit such an important time in their relationship had appealed. They’d left Evekh with a sitter and found outfits in the databanks. Kyo’s tuxedo was fairly traditional, while Saya’s dress was a little simpler than many of those they’d looked at. She wasn’t a great fan of the gaudiness with all the sequins and beading. The simple design on hers was flattering and suited her well, as did the low-heeled shoes. She’d taken the time to put her hair into an elaborately twisted Bajoran style that also went well with the dress. The couple of inches of extra height the shoes gave her didn’t really help with keeping up with her husband’s stride, so Kyo was taking short steps to stay with her as they joined the slowly-moving crowd getting ready to board the train. Saya raised a skeptical brow at the PooDoo on Sir Doug’s shoulder. [ Melihn Ryah] Ryah was on a mission. The dinner would be fun, sure, but she had a specific purpose; and it lay with the massive hulk of security officer who was ahead of her in the crowd. She could only see him because he was so damn tall - him and the red-headed husband of the chief engineer - otherwise, she’d be working blind. Her orangey-peach beaded and sequined dress swished as she walked, her high heels lending a little sway to her stride. She held a small, beaded clutch only because there was literally nowhere on the dress to carry anything. She finally reached her target and realized that one of her other security officers was accompanying Sven. Clearing her throat lightly, she said, Eliska, Sven. Glad to see you both.
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 2, 2020 5:18:14 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] Pink-skins. They always had an agenda. A selfish agenda. They had a way of making everything about them. Such was the case with this ridiculous holo-adventure that she had been bullied into attending for lack of a better term. Once again, her attendance had been strongly encouraged, but not mandatory. Why didn't they just come out and say mandatory? No, they were much more treacherous than that, offering you the illusion of a choice. And on top of that, she had to pay a ridiculous amount of credits for 'a good cause.' The Andorian scoffed at the very notion. 'Cause' as in 'cause their bank balance to go up, was more like it. Kova couldn't even wear what she preferred. No, she had to dress up in this foolish Terran attire in order to 'dress the theme.' She was expecting something glamorous, but what she found upon entering the holodeck was an ancient steam or carbon-powered railed, transport. An audible groan left her lips. If she could get her money back she would have. That meant she was left with only one course of action: to eat and drink her money's worth. If someone dared to utter something about a limit, Kova figured she'd be well in her rights to toss them from this railed transport. As she got closer, she began to see more familiar faces: including those which were responsible for strongly encouraging her attendance: Sven Aune and Melihn Ryah. Strongly encouraged her blue little ass. Kova began to... mingle. Her glare was a cold as a winter's day on Andoria. The saving grace in that, she was thus far spared the annoying human habit called small talk.
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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 Sept 2, 2020 5:28:34 GMT
[Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]
For a few weeks since the announcement of the Front Ear Awards, Chloe had been talking about it constantly. At work, at the pub, where ever she could. She was excited for it. Unfortunately, as a young ensign with low pay and bad financial management, she wasn't really able to afford a ticket. It was disappointing but expected, she figured there wouldn't be many ensigns there. A few days ago however, Matt had unceremoniously handed her a ticket before awkwardly shuffling off to avoid talking about it. She wasn't too sure why he gave it to her. Was he intending on going but suddenly unable? Was he trying to make up for something? Was he being nice? Whatever his reason was, she was thankful and excited. The short notice meant she hadn't had a chance to find a plus one, her social life was fairly bleak after all given how often she worked and how determined she was to prove herself.
As she entered the holodeck and began to make her way towards the entrance to the train, she noticed a few familiar faces. Leanna had made it, Chloe was glad to see she had managed to find some more time to herself away from the kids. Sven had arrived having somehow found a suit that fits, with someone Chloe didn't recognise. Certainly not Xander. Sir Doug was there who's plus one seemed to be PooDoo. The Commodore was also here, Chloe hadn't met him though but recognised the face from the file Harmon had shown her. Charlie was also here, the journalist who Chloe had managed to convince to help with the Kurjarian crisis. She seemed to be uncomfortable with whoever her date was. Evi, diligent as ever was snapping photos of everyone she could. Chloe made sure to stop and smile for the camera. Curiously a Sivaoan was also present. Ryah was also there which was a bit surprising, as was Saya and her partner. The most interesting and surprising guest however was Kova, who arrived at around the same time as Chloe. She was surprised to see the cantankerous Andorian at this sort of scene.
Slowly, taking her time so as to observe the scene and see who was arriving, Chloe made her way to the entrance towards the effusive conductor.
Tag: Charlie Fox, soft tag to anyone else who wants to interact
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Sept 2, 2020 10:11:15 GMT
[ Jack - Orient Express] Okay he was here to work and not only represent the Blue Beta but also Leanna, but that hadn't stopped Jack Murphy from being his usual charming self, especially when the ladies heard his Irish accent. He might not have the same level as smooth as Seamus but considering he was out of practice whilst raising seven kids on his own since his now ex wife had deserted them, he wasn't about to compete with his fellow Irishman. So here he was working the room carrying a tray filled with crystal champagne flutes, humming along to the music, enjoying the atmosphere, whilst being on his very best behaviour. That was until he spotted Kova, looking rather spectacular in orange and decided to approach the Andorian to offer her a drink like the good Barman that he was, whilst greeting those who had just arrived with a polite smile, the odd hello and of course handing them a flute at their request, before he finally reached Kova. " Hey there, would you like a drink?" he asked, hoping to get the opportunity to talk for a few moments. Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 Sept 2, 2020 11:57:33 GMT
[ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] Never one to miss a good party, even one as pretentious as this, Shavan had boarded the train (with an extra invitation he’d managed to talk someone out of) and was now surveying the growing crowd with a glass of champagne in one hand, and keeping the waiter with refills in sight. With such ostentatious displays of wealth on hand, even holographic, it was hard not to imagine them as potential marks. Next to him, T’Laara also took a drink off the tray, mainly for something to do with her hands as she still didn’t know many people on the station. She had replicated a dress for the occasion, vaguely reminiscent of the Earth era of the event’s theme, and lack of socialization aside was interested to see how the evening played out. Shavan (who was dressed in a fitted all-black suit, made slightly less formal by leaving quite a few buttons undone) smiled and nodded to the Vulcan. To which T’Laara returned a blank stare as she sipped her drink. “A party in a train on old Earth. Illogical, yet fascinating.”“My thoughts exactly.”Tag open/anyone
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 2, 2020 15:40:12 GMT
[Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]He and Leanna were interrupted by another arrival. Reddington's eyes slid over the newcomer, noting her slim-fitting black number, and the hard look she was throwing his way. But at least she was looking his way. "A friend of yours?" He asked Leanna, not quite ready to let her loose into the wild yet. In his own words, Benjamin J. Reddington might be a lecherous old fart, but he was certainly not stupid. He picked up on this new lady's cue and instead dipped into a gentlemanly bow. "I am Benjamin J. Reddington, II, at your service." He was pleased that Leanna was headed toward his table, and hoped his new acquaintance would do the same. "Join us, please! Perhaps later you would allow me the opportunity to try and turn that frown of yours upside down." He let that hang in the air for a moment, and then smiled benevolently at her, an expression at direct odds with his indecent flirtations. When he noticed a build-up of men in the queue, waiting to board, he quickly began to move them on. "All aboard! That's right sirs, oh madam, eating for two this evening are we? Thrilling! Ah! Our Chief Engineer! Now I know who to call on if the train breaks down! Har!" He did a double-take at the large kitty-cat. "Oh, how d'you do? Who let you out of the bag, eh? Marvelous, marvelous.""The beauty just keeps coming, you are all trying to send me to an early grave, I must say!" He stepped over to the young lady with the flowing, chestnut locks and the shiny black fetish-wear. "If it were my decision only, I'd give you all of tonight's awards. Might I learn your name?"A hydraulic hiss was followed by the train's loud whistle broke through the conversation in the carriage, signalling that they were about to be underway.
Tags: Leanna Mazal , Eliska Bremmer , Matthew Harmon (Chloe). Softs/mentions: Ozu Saya (Aryn, Ozu and Left Ear). All: Train is about to start moving! *** [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] Never one to miss a good party, even one as pretentious as this, Shavan had boarded the train (with an extra invitation he’d managed to talk someone out of) and was now surveying the growing crowd with a glass of champagne in one hand, and keeping the waiter with refills in sight. With such ostentatious displays of wealth on hand, even holographic, it was hard not to imagine them as potential marks. Next to him, T’Laara also took a drink off the tray, mainly for something to do with her hands as she still didn’t know many people on the station. She had replicated a dress for the occasion, vaguely reminiscent of the Earth era of the event’s theme, and lack of socialization aside was interested to see how the evening played out. Shavan (who was dressed in a fitted all-black suit, made slightly less formal by leaving quite a few buttons undone) smiled and nodded to the Vulcan. To which T’Laara returned a blank stare as she sipped her drink. “A party in a train on old Earth. Illogical, yet fascinating.”“My thoughts exactly.” [Charlie Fox - Orient Express]"This particular train inspired an even more fascinating story of mystery and murder, which seemed to only add to its appeal," she said to the two, who she had somehow ended up beside following her swift escape from Terrence Bennett. She'd been enjoying the music when she'd overheard the exchange. "Apologies for interrupting. It's a favourite series of mine, and I'm trying to avoid my colleague."She picked up another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a less than ladylike sip. "Who did you two piss off to end up here?"
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar (and T'Laara!)
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Sept 2, 2020 17:10:14 GMT
[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Alec and Aryn Trenzal stood near Imahl Shahal, watching as guests arrived. As new business owners on the promenade of the Front Ear, they didn’t know many people yet. An actual print bookshop was a bit of a niche market, but the El-Aurian couple were adventurous. He was a doctor (many times over) and she a linguist (with a host of letters after her name), but they’d decided on this new venture together, in this (relatively) safe backwater. The reason was impossible to hide. Aryn wore a lovely evening gown that only bore a passing resemblance to the era in which the event was to occur, but the styles of the 1920s wouldn’t have worked with her physical condition. Her peach-colored dress gathered under her bust and draped, as gracefully as possible, to the floor, but did nothing to hide the fact that she was very, very pregnant. She wore flat shoes and held Alec’s tuxedo-clad arm for balance. His clothes were a replica of a tuxedo he’d actually worn in the 1920s on Earth. His bowtie was the only step away from the traditional black-tie; it was a deep blue. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]For all his love of human mannerisms, titles, and history, Sir Doug was an El-Aurian. And so, naturally, when he sensed... several of his people, he made his way towards them. "This is PooDoo," Sir Doug briefly introduced his furry friend by name to Reddington, and then made his way over to what turned out to be two El-Aurians, and... two? more well on the way. There was also a Bajoran next to them... Shahal, was it? ... whom Sir Doug acknowledged with a nod. "Hello there. You strike me as El-Aurian," he greeted. "Sir Doug Zaman, at your service."At the sound of the train's whistle, PooDoo screamed again. "We should get on board. PooDoo's getting angsty!" he exclaimed.
Tag Ozu Saya , very light tag Charlie Fox (Redd)
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