Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in WWII Hangar Dance (Open Sidesim - All Welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in WWII Hangar Dance (Open Sidesim - All Welcome)

Posted by Jerome Davis in WWII Hangar Dance (Open Sidesim - All Welcome)
Harris couldn’t believe it had been three days already since Molly left with Lucas and now he was facing the prospect of his first weekend alone, minus the whole investigation debacle, in over two years. As a way to clear his head and have a bit of fun, Cal worked with Jersey the past few days to plan a Hangar Dance… Allied Forces / British style. He had spent the past two days ensuring all the correct uniforms were available for wear and carefully constructed his own. As he donned the olive drab US Marine Officers Jacket and turning to the mirror after buttoning it up, Cal was even impressed at his own handy work. Straightening the tie and tucking the cover under his left arm, Harris headed out to meet Jersey in Holodeck One.

Walking past several Junior Officers on the way to Holodeck, the uniform turned more than a few heads and had shipwide buzz in the time he took to get to the party location. Reaching the door, Harris first tapped his commbadge.

=A= All Hands… =A= Harris’ voice instantly reverberated throughout the ship. =A=… this is the Captain. I would like to cordially invite those personnel who might like to attend to a special themed party kicking off in Holodeck One in 30 minutes. Attire options are pulled into the computer, so donning previous special attire is unnecessary. I look forward to you all joining us in this little step back in time! Harris, out” =A= And with that, Harris stepped through the doors and into a large RAF Hangar fully decked out with Allied flags and a large brass band on the stage in front of the dance floor.

“Hi’ya Troop…” Came the playfully flirty yet highly recognizable voice of his Admin Clerk, Sgt. Brianna Reyes, only she was sporting the uniform of a US Navy Nurse… an Ensign. “… ya just get in?” She winked and Cal laughed. “This looks amazing Jersey…” The Marine beamed. “… and officer gold looks good on you Kid.” It was Cal’s turn to wink and Jersey made a playful gag face. “Not a chance Raven… I have no intention on commissioning. Not my style. Just figured I’d doll up for Bobby.” She smiled with a bright blush. “The boy’s earned it.”

(OOC: Anyone coming to the party just checks in at the terminal outside the Holodeck and select their country (US/UK/Canada), Branch (eg. RAF, USMC, US Army Corps, etc), and rank. This is an officer’s club dance, so all military folk would be officers. Ladies can choose military or Red Cross/towns folk. Let’s have some fun, shall we!

Harris & Reyes

Amelia had just finished her reports for the day when the comm came through. Lifting her face from the multiple PaDDs in front of her, she wondered what the ‘special themed party’ would be about. Well, there was only one way to find out…

Fifteen minutes later she was walking to Holodeck One. As she arrived at the door and tapped the pad outside, a few choices were provided by the computer. First one, country. That was not even a question, Manning thought as she tapped United Kingdom. Second, branch. Branch? Amelia furrowed her brow. The available list of branches was intriguing to her. It was only when one of the last options came into view, that Manning suspected what Harris had meant by ’taking a step back in time’.

It didn’t take long before Amelia finally walked into the holodeck. Her Starfleet uniform replaced by the classic blues of a Women’s Auxiliary Air Force officer. A Squadron Officer as per the braids on her sleeves.

In awe, Manning took a moment to take in the scene around her. The hangar… the brass band… the flags… it was literally like taking a step back in time to a moment centuries earlier. Lastly, she examined her own attire. The blue two piece jacket and skirt suit. The details on the King’s Crown buttons and on how the belt fastened around her waist on a left-to-right male fashion, as it would have been at the time. Manning was seriously gobsmacked.

Looking around, she spotted Harris and Reyes chatting. She straightened her tie before walking toward them. “This is becoming ridiculous!” Amelia said as she got close enough for the pair to hear. “One cannot even enjoy an evening of fun without Yanks in the room!” Was she exaggerating her British accent? Was that even possible? Manning added a playful wink. “This war doesn’t end soon enough.”

Lt. Cmdr. Manning, XO

Harris raised an eyebrow over his drink and Jersey turned from her spot at the bar next to him. It was clear from the details in both their uniforms that a lot of work went into this program. The US Marine Colonel nodded to the new comer and smiled to the “nurse” beside him. “Ya know Reyes…” A devilish smile crossing his face and the twinkling in his eyes couldn’t be missed, even in that room. “… before we got over here, the Queen’s Finest were gettin’ their pompous asses kicked all o’er the Channel!” He laughed as he pointedly spoke loud enough for the WAAF to hear him.

As she walked, Amelia appreciated the uniforms the other two officers were wearing. She wasn’t really familiar with Reyes, besides the few times she interacted with the woman every time she needed to see Harris in his ready room. As her eyes admired the Marine uniform worn by the Dresden’s CO, Manning couldn’t help but agree that there was something about the American uniforms of that period. She could see why so many young women at the time had found them appealing. Not to mention, Harris was good looking. Not as good looking as Pete, that was for sure, but good looking nonetheless. She could see what Wright saw in the man, and why many other female members of the crew envied the woman.

“Guess it’s a good thing Uncle Sam finally let us loose when he did, I kinda like ol’ George and that bulldog Churchill sure gotta brass set.” Then in the most southern accent he could muster, Harris added with a wink to Amelia. . “Though… the damn scenery here ain’t half bad.”

(OOC: For my UK/British friends in the club… understand that both Cal and in turn I am just screwing around to get a rise out of the British character in the “room”. As a student of history… /real/ world history, I have not and never have been a traditional obnoxious American that thinks “we alone” stopped the whole of Europe from ending up speaking German.)

Reyes scoffed and rolled her eyes as she hopped off her stool, smiling at the WAAF Officer with a look that clearly read she was about to be highly sarcastic. “Sorry for the Leatherneck ma’am…” Her New Jersey accent just as strong. “… I believe you all have a phrase for American boys like the good Colonel here. I believe it’s ‘oversexed, overpaid and over here?’“

Cal pursed his lips at the retort and quickly quipped. “More like the Brits are undersexed, underpaid and under Eisenhower.” The Marine said with a roguish grin.

Col. Harris, USMC & Ensign Reyes, USN

A smirk twisted Amelia’s lips. “You should add over-talkative to the list.” She said seemingly ignoring Harris’s remark. “I’m sure that if you talked less, Colonel…” Manning turned to face Calvin. “… you’d find you’d have some better luck with the ’not half bad’ scenery. After all, it’s not like there’s a line of swooning women at your door.”

Walking past the pair and to the bar, Amelia ordered her drink. It took only a few seconds before she turned to the two Marines and laid her back against the bar with a bottle of Guinness in her hand. Usually a fervent whisky drinker, it would be the first time Harris had seen his Executive Officer drink anything that wasn’t hard liquor.

Manning took the bottle to her lips before continuing. “I left the shop this afternoon hoping to find someone to take me dancing and maybe out for some… fun… later. Hopefully I’ll get better choices than the only loudmouth Marine in the room. Here’s to hoping.” She said crossing her fingers and taking another swig from her bottle. “What are you two fine Americans hoping to do tonight?”

S/O Manning, WAAF