Posted May 10, 2020, 4:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Poosh Bandoo (Assistant Chief Medical Officer/Cyberneticist) (Shalon Hurlbert)
Posted by Crewman Joe Black (Dentist) in Starbase 157: Awards and promotions - All crew invited
Posted by Ensign Dr. Mariah Lee Grayson (Psychiatrist) in Starbase 157: Awards and promotions - All crew invited
<snip>Pilar and Derrick watched the awards and promotions and applauded the accomplishments of those that received one. As the evening began to wind down, the couple finished their meal and returned to their temporary quarters to prepare for the evenings rest.
Head nurse
Drake watched and applauded, considering the back patting involved in a giant party like this. Then again, what else did they have to do?
-Drake Marshall
When the ceremony had started, Zoi took Mariah’s offer to sit with her at her table. She had not planned on sitting anywhere in particular and the offer was gladly accepted. She gave applause whenever necessary. It was always good to see someone get a promotion when it was well deserved. Zoi was still getting to know the crew but she liked what she saw of them. Returning to the role of Chief of Security was a comfortable and easy transition for her due to the many times she had held the post.
As the ceremony ended, she turned to Mariah and smiled. “Short and sweet. I love it when Captains are not overly verbose during ceremonies. I wonder what the food will be?”
Haven, CoS
Mariah chuckled. “I don’t disagree. I admire a commanding officer who focuses on her people.” She placed a hand against her mouth and offered in a loud stage whisper, “I like the food too. Shall we go check it out?”
~Dr. Mariah Grayson, Psychiatrist
a looming shadowy figure of the ogawa’s dentist seemed to materialize next to both ladies. As thiugnvthe shadows if the room had bent for a moment then deposited the seven foot robed skull. He seemed somewhat confused by the entire proceedings. He head the mention if food and picking up a delicately folded menu from the place he now occupied at the table looked down and said in a voice that sounded like two cement stones running together, a voice that was not a voice in that it didn’t come from the speakers mouth but somehow managed to reach the listeners heads bypassing their ears.
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU…BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.
Joe Black
DDS
Poosh walked up to the small group. He’d moved on from hors d’oeuvres and was sipping some kind of blue fruit juice through a straw from a tall thin glass. A spray of small purple leaves and a delicate white flower dropping pollen that floated away as motes of blue light acted as a garnish. “So. Who’s Acurry and why does he warrant death?” He smiled broadly and struggled for a moment with the straw before getting it back into his mouth for another sip.
-Lt. Cmdr. Poosh Bandoo, asst. CMO
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