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Event Horizon - Dinner

Posted Nov. 11, 2018, 8:54 p.m. by Commander Ardashir "Jack" Creed (Executive Officer) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer) in Event Horizon - Dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Event Horizon - Dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Celina Rodriguez (Chief Tactical Officer) in Event Horizon - Dinner
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A petite woman dressed in the colours of command and the pips of Commander was straightening a placemat ahead of the arrival of the guests - the Manhattan command staff and department heads, and the representatives of the powers in this part of the galaxy would be arriving soon, and she loved the colour scheme she had going - a bright green table cloth with red and white trimmings, placemats of the greatest holiday spots across the alpha and beta quadrants and bottles of sparkling and spring waters sourced from a nearby planet here in the Delta Quadrant. The menu was alternate drop and consisted of 5 courses, all selected by her personally. She knew that noone would be allergic to anything … What could possibly go wrong? With ‘QT Pie’ organising it … nothing, nothing at all. The Padd’s she placed at each place said each menu item was out of the Talaxian and Voth cooking traditions …

So she waited for the arrivals … yeah, it was 6 hours ahead of the dinner time, but she wanted to be there … incase any one arrived early.

  • GM Dark Tribble
    OOC: Feel free to start arriving … hope you all enjoy the ‘exotic’ menu she has got planned for you :)

Xeal walked through the door hoping that he was not the first to arrive he was however 20 minutes early. Looking around the room he was glad that there was one person who showed up before him. This woman it would seem had Commander pips on her collar. Xeal also noticed the food but was currently not interested in it.

Walking towards the Commander he introduced himself. “Afternoon Commander, my name is Xeal Loss the new CSO on board the Manhattan. How do you do?”

LT - Xeal Loss - CSO

“Lieutenant Loss,” she said, not looking up at him, but instead continuing to look at a padd that she had at hand, “glad you’re here. Take a seat, or help yourself to a drink from the replicator.”

She had no sooner said that then the door to the room opened again and a Talaxian and Voth entered the room.

“Is your mate recovering, Nalonx,” the Voth asked.

“Yes, Tamio, she is,” Nalonx replied, “thanks for asking, the Federation’s healing expertise is extraordinary. And I am so thankful for them.”

Seeing Xeal, he said to Tamio, “if you’ll excuse me, my friend, I have a question for the Lieutenant.”

The Voth nodded, and Nalonx approached Xeal.

“Excuse me, lieutenant,” Nalonx asked Xeal, “I am Nalonx, I’m the leader of the nearby colony of Talaxians. My spouse, Wattorux, was injured and healed by the medical staff on the outpost. I am curious about something I hope you can explain. Ambassador Neelix has spoken and written about his experiences on one of your Starships, the USS Voyager. In it, he mentioned that the Medical needs of the crew were looked after by a holographic doctor and was of the opinion that the balding sarcastic emh was the only medical staff assigned to Federation facilities. Here, my wife was tended to, not by a holographic doctor, but a human doctor. Is it usual for non holographic doctors to be assigned to Federation Facilities?”

-GM

OOC: If you need to look up Voth or Talaxian in Memory Alpha …
Voth: http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Voth
Talaxian: http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Talaxian

“Greeting, Nalonx, I’m sure the pleasure is mine.” Xeal took a bite of a oderve and washed it down with synthohol wine. “Yes the it is the practice with most species to have living breathing doctors. The Voyager is a unique case as they were not fully staffed and their original Chief medical officer had passed away tragically.” Xeal took the last bite of the food in his hand. “I must say it fascinates me that we have found yet another stable wormhole into the Delta quadrant. As I am sure you are aware if it were not for Voyager it would likely have been another one hundred years before we ever ventured out this far.”

“Would you care for more wine?”

“Oh yes, more wine, please,” Nalonx replied, holding his glass out, “well, it seems my wife was in the best of hands, I’m told she’s going to be alright. And, yes, Ambassador Neelix did mention that.”

“For myself I am a scientist through and through. I love finding out how things tick. Weather it be biological, or mechanical or finding out what something new is out there.” He said waving a hand out towards the observation window.

LT - Xeal Loss - CSO

“A Scientist, really? My friend, Mr Tamio was himself a Scientist in his younger days, though he had to be careful, particularly after the Voyager made first contact with the Voth,” Nalonx said, motioning the Voth to join them.

“Really… In which field does he practice?”

Tamio approached them, his reptilian features smiling at Nalonx’s words, “at best I was a poor Scientist, Lieutenant,” Tamio said, “I get much more enjoyment in my current role as guide to your vessel and Event Horizon. Plus out here puts me at less risk of falling foul of the Ministry of Elders and the Doctrine. Might I trouble you, Lieutenant, for the use of some of your science facilities on board the Manhattan? I may be a poor Scientist, but I am still a Scientist, and long to continue my studies of gaseous anomalies.”

-GM

“I must admit I am quite new onto this ship, only just arrived yesterday. However I must clear it with the Captain first, but I see no harm in doing so as long as I am privy to any and all experiments.”

Lt - Xeal Loss - CSO

Celina walked in next to Jack. It was weird not to take his hand as she entered the room but they were no longer on Orion where the rules and regulations of Starfleet at times were held together with spit and bubblegum. Celina instantly noticed the food spread on the table. “Jack you had a snack before we came here right,” she said politely knowing he could read through the lines.

“I’m going to need to get you over that phobia, people eat from buffets and platters all the time and love.” he said as he leaned in whispering in her ear before kissing her cheek.

“Then your gonna need a new fiancée,” Celina winked at him. “Besides it is easy Hero. Just skip appetizers and go for the main course. So should we mingle? You know I am going to be busy,” she air quoted the last word, “if you get stuck hob knobbing with whatever dignitary this reception is for right?” Celina loved Jack. She would do anything for him but dignitary conversation could get so dry and so politically correct. How Jack managed it she oils never know.

“We can be nice, if I can take your parents for hours on end critiquing me for this that and everything in between you can handle a little hob knobbing with the schmucks here.” he said as a crewmen walked by. “Not you of course Crewmen Pierce” he said as he shook his head and pulled Celina with him.

Lt. Celina Rodriguez, CTO

“My Abuela’s love you except that they hate you are in Starfleet so that you take me away from them,” Celina said playfully snuggling up on Jack’s arm for a second. He was not the type to show any affection on duty but that was the hardest thing for Celina to adjust to since they left Orion. Things on Orion were looser. The on duty off duty relationship on a Stafleet vessel were more stringent. Still it would only be the CO that would have the gumption to say something so Celina toed the line. “And for the record, as long as I have you here I would hob nob with anyone.”

“They do know you joined Starfleet far before you meet me right? They don’t think I somehow tricked you way back before I even knew you to join do they? I mean I am good but that would have been a feat and a half there.”

Lt. Celina Rodriguez, CTO

Five minutes later, Jasmine walked into the reception. She and Max had had a few words about her attendance earlier. He knew she was going to try and get out of the reception claiming a medical emergency just as she knew he would claim some warp variance was out of whack and needed his attention. Nine months of marriage had taught them both a thing or two. In the end, they had rock, paper, scissored it to see who would show up and perpetuate the lie the other was busy. As if the God’s themselves were in on the ruse and after seven games ending in a tie, they both conceded to show. Maybe the Ministry of Harmony did have something with their probability and statistics section of the questionnaire. At times, like this, people might assume they were Betazoid with their uncanny knack for reading each other. Scanning the room she looked for the better half of the Wynter pairing and silently planned his funeral if he was not either in the restroom or for some reason hiding behind a ficus tree.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing turning up to an event like this alone?” Max said from just behind her, stepping up beside her and smiling with an unmistakeable mischief that told her he was up to no good. “What a gorgeous ring” he said, his eyes momentarily flicking to her wedding band and then up to hers for a moment, “if hes not careful, your husbands going to lose you among a crowd of suitors eager to please a woman who must be descended from the Egyptian goddess, let me get us a table and we can get to know each other better.” Still grinning, Max took Jasmines hand, and gave it a squeeze. Official pprocedure be dammed, they were married after all.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Creed, XO

“Yes it is and I am so glad to see you are here,” Jasmine smiled hearing his voice. “Part of me was worried you would have an emergency engine fluctuation,” she teased him. “It might have been better though if you had. I could’ve claimed I was coming to get you and we both would have gotten out of this.” Jasmine gave his hand a squeeze. While most of these dinner and receptions were quite dry it was nice to have Max around. It was a way to pass the time and they often had more fun than they liked to admit with a stolen wink from across the room or whispered word to make each other smile.

“At least the food looks good. Saves us from having to get something later,” she commented. “Should we get a drink and mingle?”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

Balian absolutely hated being late, but a last minute message from Command had detained him for longer that he had expected. At least it seemed the dinner had not truly kicked off yet. Yet another thing that made the tall golden hair officer stand apart from most of his contemporaries was the fact that he did not despise formal dinners. He enjoyed them. He assumed that was a harkening back to the days when your finery said you were somebody. Captain’s wanted to be seen in the greatest light with the ribbons and swag, and other accoutrements of their offices. So when he entered the room it was with a casual ease that said nothing about the mess uniform and its accolades made him uncomfortable in the slightest. Balian nodded to the officers that he recognized, and helped himself to a Champagne flute from a tray as it passed, making his way towards his executive officer. Balian was glad the man had arrived and was showing the flag well so to speak.

Fleet Captain Balian Ibn Barazan, CO

Spying the CO and the XO off to one side, Max hooked his arm through Jasmines and steered them towards a table. “Lets steer clear of that group shall we” he said quietly with a smirk. “It’ll be exponetially harder to skip out if the chance comes if we get tied up with the bigwigs. Here we go” he pulled out the chair for Jasmine.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Creed, XO

“Silly rabbit I came prepared,” she grinned as she sat down in her seat. “I brought a little something something to help us sneak out if needed. The problem is you have to be the guinea pig,” she said raising a finger for the wait staff to bring over a drink.

“Again?” Max asked, grinning. “I thought I was the Guinea pig last time you had a crazy scheme, although I have to admit that one was rather fun. I’d definitely let you do that again Princess.”

“Moscato d’Asti and a bottle of beer,” she ordered for them and then turned her attention back to her husband. “So in medical school, we had to learn the basics of fixing tricorders. You know in case we didn’t marry a handsome chief engineer. Anyway, a guy named Ross showed us how to run a special subroutine where anyone you scan will show as having a headache.” This is when Jasmine opened her purse and gave him a glance inside. The contents held a lipstick, small bottle of perfume, brush, and a tricorder.

“Now now Mrs Wynter” Max said conspiratorially, “what have you got in there? That looks decidedly sneaky.”

“If it gets too dull you start rubbing your temples. I hit you up with this and then we sneak out with an iron clad excuse. Cheers,” she said hoding up her glass.

“You know I always knew you were the love of my life” Max said as he clinked his beer bottle against her glass. “Cheers gorgeous. Who ever would have thought that you and I would have ticked all the right boxes, literally.”

“See you are not the only engineer in the house,” she winked at him.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“I’m going to have to get you to start doing more around our quarters than just passing me tools to use” he teased her as he looked around at the guests. “Unless you had other reasons for watching me with my rear end sticking out of a wall panel.” He winked mischievously and took a swig of beer, then leaned over and kissed Jasmine on the neck lightly and gently, not worrying about the formal setting.

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE

Creed, XO


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