Posted Aug. 20, 2019, 12:43 a.m. by Lieutenant Michael Gould (Chief Engineer) (Sage Pennington)
Posted by Captain Sidney Parker (Commanding Officer) in Black and White Ball, SB 257, Starting Now
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Balfor Kolar (Chief Science Officer) in Black and White Ball, SB 257, Starting Now
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Srothell Ch’zaolrirh (Chief Security Officer) in Black and White Ball, SB 257, Starting Now
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SNIP
The night, if living in space really has a day and night, at the SB had finally arrived. The Captain had sent out the invites using the SB entertainment and relations staff.What: Black and White Ball
Where: Main auditorium holodeck (Level 36)
Who: All Olinski Crew plus 2
When: Stardate (blah blah..I never know stardates)
Dress: Formal. Black and White attire only
Time: 7 pmWith that done previously the Captain now waited at the actual event. It was empty at this time except for the attending staff of cooks, hostesses, waiters etc..moving around. He was very impressed with the setting. A small orchestra had been set up to one side and later he had a live band who would join them. It was in his opinion about as well as it could be. Thank the stars for the SB staff. He would have never pulled this off on his own. Thanks to Harn for helping and the SB. So now he waited for the first guest as the orchestra started up an easy melody.
Parker CO
Ael was never one to be late. At exactly 7, he appeared. He was dressed in a white formal Romulan robe. Not dissimilar to something Vulcan. Seeing only the Captain present, he stopped in his tracks. “Sir.”
-Ael Khev
“This all looks great!” Trevor exclaimed as he approached the pair. The Lieutenant wasn’t known to arrive early to many social events but heard that the Black and White Ball wasn’t something he wouldn’t want to miss. “I’ve needed a nice break from evaluations…” He added.
Trevor Michaels
Thank the Elements. Ael thought as Trevor arrived, leaving some room between himself and the Captain. “Counselor. Yes, this all looks very nice. First time I’ve been to a party in… Elements only know how long.” It took him only seconds to realise that he had referred to his own religion while in Romulan clothes. But Lena told him a tuxedo would be a mistake. Rejecting Romulus wasn’t the answer.
-Ael Khev
Not long after their arrival the room began to fill. Among the incoming guests was Mr. Ch’zaolrirh. The COS was wearing a black dress uniform with a white jacket. The outfit was one of a few standard options permitted for a formal event while on duty. Although the Andorian understood that the crew was on leave, he preferred it to a human’s tuxedo. Looking around at the crew he noticed that he was still the only individual with antennae. It made him wonder if there were any other Andorians visiting SB 257.
- Srothell Ch’zaolrirh (COS)
Despite Kolar’s general disdain for celebrating mission, he was not displeased to attend this Black and White Ball. No casualties from the Olinski, none from the Dragoon, no natives harmed. It was a big win in his book and one that he was willing to break his normal rule of quiet reflection for. He was dressed in his standard Bajorian robe with the orange swapped out for white to match the clothing rules. Balfor Kolar was one to follow the rules. https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source=images&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwjOocj6zYDkAhXqYd8KHaoxBsMQjRx6BAgBEAQ&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.yourprops.com%2FVedek-Bareil-Bajoran-Robes-original-movie-costume-Star-Trek-Deep-Space-Nine-TV-1993-YP64710.html&psig=AOvVaw2Y7jYJVwbP-xurDG5RcjUg&ust=1565811819245174.
Kolar
OOC: Cool
The Captain watched each as they entered and neared. He saw that Khev had kinda went with the dress code since most Romulan clothing tended to be a shade of gray. He was impressed with Kolar and his choice. Always cool in a not trying to be cool way was the CSO.
Parker CO
Jason was wearing the white and lavender formal Starfleet uniform with gold fringe. He had intended to wear a tuxedo in order to display some individuality, but had chickened out when he realized that 1) no one wore a tuxedo in the 24th century, let along a tie and 2) as first officer he was expected to provide an example and not rock the boat. He noticed that Ael had entered wearing something that was suspiciously Romulan and felt a twinge of jealously at a man who wasn’t afraid to tell the galaxy who he really was. He glanced over at Sidney but the look on the captain’s face made it seem like officers always entered full Romulan regalia at functions like these. Besides, who knew WHAT Kolar was wearing, and was forced to assume that was what the well dressed Bajoran was wearing these days. Sadly, Jason was forced to admit to himself that the reason had gone with the Starfleet formal uniform was simply because he had literally lost track of current fashion centuries ago.
OOC: I’m assuming the Starfleet formal uniform is the one we saw in the TNG movies ST: Insurrection and ST: Nemesis.
Jason Harn, XO
OOC: That is what I had in mind when I posted. I assume a good portion of the NPCs will be dressed like Jason and Ch’zaolrirh. On duty-not-on-duty confusion.
COS Ch’zaolrirh
Michael made his way to a formal ball, something he hadn’t done in some time. Tying and perfecting his bow tie and straightening his tuxedo along the way, he expected to find most people dressed like he was upon entering the room. He was quite mistaken. From all the people he could see at least, he was the only one in a tuxedo. Trying to play it off, he stepped up next to the XO. “Nice place. It’s been a while since I’ve been anywhere like this.”
-Michael Gould
Jason frowned at the chief engineer. Did he know his secret? Who even knew how to tie a tie these days, let alone what a tie was? Was he deliberately poking fun at him? Or did Counselor Michaels put him up to this? He was about to utter a very not first officer remark about H.G. Wells wants his time machine back. when the skipper made a comment.
The Captain was actually wearing a near tuxedo. It was all black and formal with a white shirt underneath but no tie. The white shirt had a high neck that would have come all the way around except for the slight v at the neck. It was a modern tuxedo.
“Well all we need are all the pretty ladies.” He commented as he looked at the wallflowers gathered around him.
Parker CO
The waiter who was working in the lounge was dressed in a simpler black and white uniform that befits the formality of the function as well as his role as server. He was moving around with a tray of champagne flutes containing what was syntheholic champagne.
Kenson
“Yeah,” Jason added as he tried unsuccessfully to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He plucked a champagne flue off the waiter’s tray. “The ball is shaping up to become a regular sausage fest,” he added, using an idiom that was outdated even when his dad was a kid.
Jason Harn, XO
The room began to fill up and soon it was full. Not only of the men of the crew but the women as well. Significant others were now present and the impact of the black and white scheme was in full effect. The small orchestra had began to play in earnest and even though the synthetic and sometimes real liquor had not taken effect people were making it to the dance floor. At least those who knew how to dance slow ballroom style dancing.
The Captain had thought to do an award ceremony in the middle of the event but let it go. He just wanted people to enjoy the event. The tables set to the sides of the main floor began placing the meal settings. It was eat as you pleased meal but very elegant. The only table with a set seating chart was the executive table where the Senior Staff could sit. This was where the Captain made his way. He sipped the champagne but called that conspicuous waiter over to him. (Attn Waiter that looks suspiciously like the GM)
OOC: Kenson would you like for the Commodore Koh show up as an invited guest??
Parker CO
OOC: LOL. Perhaps the next time. It reminds me of a director I know who only appears at ceremonies but shies from actually doing work. I am satisfied with being the waiter in the background for the moment.
Kenson
Michael has noticed the change in the XO’s demeanour. He wasn’t sure what was wrong. “Trust you with something? In the hopes you won’t despise me by the end. I tried pretty hard to keep it out of my personnel file. This” he motioned to the room around them “is what I was brought up in. I’m a, there’s no good way to say this- trust fund baby. When I joined Starfleet, I did my best to get out of the tuxedos and all that. But this is… not unfamiliar. A bit surprised I remembered how to tie the tie. But before the style the Captain is wearing became fashionable, I had to do mine and three brothers. So… old habits. Anyway. A skeleton is out of the closet. I’d appreciate it if you kept it between us.”
-Michael Gould
“Um sure,” Jason blushed. Why was Mike telling him this? Jason must have been glowering at the chief engineer as if he had committed a crime. He had forgotten that Earth wasn’t the only place to find humans anymore and that some colony worlds had very outdated fashion and customs. His visit to Caldos Colony had made him think that he had traveled there in a time machine rather than a spaceship. Worse yet, as first officer, he should know this. There was no excuse for him not to be familiar with the personal files of every department head on the ship. Now Gould thought he was in trouble with his boss because he decided to show some initiative and individuality. Not the best way to start a party that is supposed to increase morale.
Jason had always known that his size and strength could be intimidating than his rank so he instinctively resorted to self-deprecating humor to defuse the situation and keep things casual.
“Sure thing, Mike. Family is like that. And as long as we are sharing secrets, I don’t think my underwear fits me,” he squirmed uncomfortably. “It’s starting to pinch,” he added guiltily.
At this moment it didn’t matter if Michael bought it, the important thing was that Gould knew that his first officer wasn’t mad at him for some reason.
OOC: Holy cow, I’ve really dragged the whole “There are no bowties (or neckties) in the 24th century” way out of proportion!
Jason Harn, XO
Michael chuckled. “Well.” He drained his champagne flute. “See you at the staff table.” Hoping something stronger than synthehol would make its way around, he moved towards the table. Rich boy alienates someone else. Might as well be at home.
As Sid sat there he caught sight of a Lt. from the Sb he had dated for a very short time. He thought she would come over but she seemed to be preoccupied. That is when he saw here with another Lt. from the Olinski. A crew member from Sciences he believed. He knew she had seen him too but it was obvious she did not want her new companion to see the connection. He let it go and looked another direction. Indeed some very beautiful women had arrived. Sadly for him he did not know all the rank and file of the crew so looking at one up and down would seem inappropriate, especially if he did not know if they were crew or not. Heck he guessed looking at a beautiful women like these days would seem outright criminal. However he preferred to glimpse at one from time to time. It made him realize when he was not on a mission or working how lonely he might really be.
Parker CO
Michael found the senior staff table and a little card with Lt Michael Gould by one of the places. As he sat down he greeted the Captain. “Sir. How’s your evening?”
-Michael Gould
“It is good Lt.” He answered. “In fact it takes me back. Only Kolar and Mirri remember the first of these Balls we used to have. Organized by Commander Thorne. My first XO.”
Parker CO
That drew a chuckle from the Vulcanly stoic Science officers. “A little fire to your ice Captain.” Kolat looked at Gould and decided to share a little gossip, but only a little. “Back then the Captain and the XO seemed to be quite opposite, but they found a way to make it work.” He looked at Parker.
“It was a good time, Captain. The good old days.” Kolar thought of a song by a human singer in the late 21 century.
“Indeed.” He answered.
A 19th century earth orchestra started to play some rather old sounding tunes that was known in the day as a waltz.
Kenson
Ric entered the room nattily attired in his dress uniform, every button polished and every pleat in a straight line. The epitome of a Starfleet officer. He starred at the ball room in astonishment. Xandra said she would meet him her, wanting her appearance to be a surprise. Not yet seeing her anywhere, the CAG made his way to the head table where Parker and Gould were conversing.
“Mr. Gould, Skipper,” he inclined his head to each man in turn, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you kidnapped my mother an had her help in planning this get together. She felt it was her duty as a Southern Belle to oversee every soiree or cotillion south of the Mason-Dixon Line. And God help you if she finds out about this one and you didn’t ask for her input.”
Ricochet (CAG)
Ch’zaolrirh grabbed a flute of synthehol as one of the waiters passed. He took a small sip, but to the Andorian palette the drink was nearly tasteless. Nonetheless it was customary in more “human” parts of the Federation. Scanning the room for some familiar faces, he caught sight of the executive table. It was too soon to be seated. Looking around a bit more he saw Commander Harn. He decided to make his way over.
“Commander - fancy meeting you here!”
The Andorian smiled as he tapped his glass against Jason’s.
COS Ch’zaolrirh
Kolar
As the waiter came by Sid asked him to go to the back and in the area where the drinks were kept he would find a package that had the Captains name on it. Opena nd bring it to the table with a glass with two ice cubes inside. The waiter looked at him funny but then figured he was a Captain and half of those guys tended to be a little off so he went and did it. In a minute he returned with a bottle with the name “Makers Mark” on it.
“Whiskey I believe Sir.” He said knowing full well it was the real deal.
“Yes it is. Here good fellow pour yourself one and leave the bottle.” Sid told him. The waiter hesitated and then decided what the heck. He did so and sipped it once and then downed it.
“Thank you Sir. Definitely not synthetic.” He said and stepped away.
The Captain looked at the Motley Crue and offered the bottle after he poured himself one.
Parker CO
Michael poured himself a glass. Being partial to both whiskey and things stronger than synthehol, this was Christmas come early. “Cheers Captain.” He took a sip. “Replicators are an amazing thing, but there are some things in life that just have to be real.”
-Michael Gould
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