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OOC: This idea came from the following D’amato, James. The Ultimate Micro-RPG Book. Adams Media: New York, 2020.

Brenna sat in the captain’s ready room with the report glaring at her from the Padd in her lap. “The leader of the Saurians is approaching his final molting and the people are excited. However as a member of the Federation their leader wants to invite members of the member species. And he’s never been on a star ship before, and has requested to have this celebration on board one?” She read the rest of the message. The Constellation was picked because the diplomatic module could be added to the ship, it’s size, AND their pet program. Command thought having an expert in animal species across the galaxy translated to understanding the myriad species of the Federation? Okay well she did have that, she was Intel, but if she wasn’t this was a disaster. “We’re planning a party, Sir?” Brenna was already getting a headache.

OOC: Link to the Saurians: https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Saurian_(species)
With Brian’s permission we have this little side sim. There is something here for everyone.
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

As Byr was going through the decoration list and all the different people attending the event, he sighed, “I’m still getting the glitter out of my antennae from the last one.” It was always good to see other cultural activities that other member worlds partook in, it was something of a curiosity of Byr’s. “How are the animals doing by the way, any interesting new pet species recently?” he asked the chief of pets. Every now and then he’d like to pop by just to see the myriad of different species. There was probably more than one occasion that the Lt Cmdr had told him to put away his tricorder in the first few visits.

Lieutenant (J.G) Byrnaterro Ch’riaqer, CSO

Sitting behind his desk he went over the multitude of cultural and political issues facing them for this event. Rubbing his temples he looked out to the planning comitte he had put together, wondered why he didn’t pick a board room for this meeting, and said, “Yes Commander we’re hosting a party. And of course we’ll return to Black Rock here soon to swap modules sure, but with the amount of attendees and the conflicts between them numerous, we have quite a few headaches to tackle before we can even start to load the glitter cannons again.” He looked towards his CSO and said, “Lieuteant Ch’riager, given that we have 154 member states who are each sending a represnetitive or a few I do not envy the task I have assigned to you. I need you to prepare a list of acceptable decorations and if we need to split the ship into sections to make sure that we don’t offend everyone I’m happy to do so.” He turned to his 2O and said, “I’m thinking of having the Tonys in charge of cooking, the COS of course in charge of security but also accommodations and guest list, the CMO in charge of music, the CNS in charge of entertainment, and we really do need to rely on our EPPEG to be the party coordinator, this really is their department. We can have our CE working on atmosphere and CHTFE working on the gravity situation, the XO and I taking on the role of MC and can you make sure no one kills each other at dinner, so make sure the seating arrangement is perfect. Doing what you can to see that we are all on track and helping out where needed?”

Zarcal, CO

Brenna nodded and sent the following instructions out to the appropriate department.

CSO: Decor: Colors are stimulating, and you speak that language fluently. Whether it’s a splash of mauve lighting or a fluorescent black floor, you’ve got the knack.

Tonys: Food: A delicacy to one species is an insult to another, and you are master at finding just the right dish for every species for every occasion. YUM!

COS: Security/Guest List: When one species is food to another, the seating chart gets…complicated. But you’ve got it all under control, managing curious customs and watching out for who is toxic to whom.

CMO: Music/Sound: Beings without ears can still experience sound, and yo uknow just the right tones to use, whether it’s vibrating bass or gentle nails on a chalkboard.

CNS: Entertainment: You’ve got a giant space address file; you know performers from all over the galaxy and, critically, what it takes to get them here.

CE: Atmosphere: Some aliens breathe different gases, and some don’t breathe at all. All of the guests need to survive the party, and you’ve got the skills to make that happen–with color-changing fog, even.

Helm: Gravity: Gravity is a sensitive topic–everyone wants it prefect, but nobody wants to talk about it. You know what feels just right to all the guests.

CO/XO: MC

CoP: Seating arrangement

EPPEEG: Coordinator
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

“Yes, we will have ample security around the whole party in case anything goes down, hopefully it doesn’t, and I’d be happy to work on where to sit everyone. I’m happy to help.” Lt. Burcham said sitting in his chair.
Lt. Burcham, CoS