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Party Planning in Space: Food (Tag Tony's)

Posted April 7, 2021, 8:52 p.m. by Chief Petty Officer Tony (Ship's Work Crew) (William Deaton)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Party Planning in Space: Food (Tag Tony’s)

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Tony (Ship’s Work Crew) in Party Planning in Space: Food (Tag Tony’s)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Party Planning in Space: Food (Tag Tony’s)
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The time of the party was quickly approaching and so Brenna was making the rounds of the departments to see how they were progressing with their plans. She tapped her combadge summoning the Tonys. Once they arrived she looked at Bossman Tony and asked, “Who is in charge of your party preparations?”

Focus: 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!

Possible Species: Zaldan, Vulcan, Trill, Tellarite, Romulan, Risa, Alpha Century, Xindi (primate, arboreal, reptilian, insectoid, aquatic), Betazed, Coridan, Barzan, Andorian, Arcadians, Ariolo, Bzzit Khaht, Caitians, Deltans, Grazerites, Kasheeta, Xelatian, Ferengi, Zaranite
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

The Tony’s moved in small groups, and today was no exception. Bossman Tony had showed up with two of his fellows, Clean Tony (an Orion woman; known for her exacting nature) and Skinny Tony, a particularly… large (in the midsection) Tellarite. “Yea, we’s been hearing about this shindig, and word is on the street you’se looking for food, eh? So uh, as you knows, we gots plenty of Tonys represented, all kinds and sorts. But when it comes to making food… well, you want Clean Tony and Skinny Tony. They’s the best.” The Tony’s nodded firmly behind their boss; looking proud and confident in themselves. “You can’t find nothing Tony can’t cook, and as fer cleaning up? Hell, it’s in her name! Tony here’s also one fer keeping everything organized, so I figure she’d be a good choice fer making sure we ain’t got no guests chokin’ on the wrong food, capisce?” Tony turned around, looking to his companions and nodding at them; offering them the floor.

A deep, bellicose voice grunted out of the Tellarite; all gruff and no-nonsense. “Get me a list of species, and I’ll get you a five or whatever course meal you want! All I need is a kitchen; the bigger the better! My Tony’s can cook; they just need direction and a firm hand ta keep ‘em in line, but we won’t disappoint, so long as no-one mucks us up!” The last was delivered with a touch of spittle and a hairy finger jab into the air; Skinny Tony was every inch a Tellarite and a prideful Chef, and he had a lot of inches; barely contained by a stained white apron.

Clean Tony was a study in contrasts. Delicately ashing her cigarette into a small pouch on her hip, she adjusted her glasses and started with a polite ‘ahem’. “Yes, much as my dear Tony here needs a list of guests, I shall require a seating chart - My Tony’s can of course deliver food promptly and correctly.... but only if they know where to go. Of course, we can also leave your provided kitchen spotless.... for an additional fee, of course.”

-(a portion of the Horde of Tony’s)

Ah! Brenna smiled, more like smirked. A knowing, quiet, michevious smirk. She LOVED the Tonys. Absolutely adored every single one of them. And this particular pair was exactly what she was hoping for. “Alright, here’s your list: Zaldan, Vulcan, Trill, Tellarite, Romulan, Risa, Alpha Century, Xindi (primate, arboreal, reptilian, insectoid, aquatic), Betazed, Coridan, Barzan, Andorian, Arcadians, Ariolo, Bzzit Khaht, Caitians, Deltans, Grazerites, Kasheeta, Xelatian, Ferengi, Zaranite.” She rattled off for Skinny Tony. She turned to Clean Tony, “Now the seating list will take a bit more. I’ve got to see how the atmosphere is being handled, with designated sections, or rebreathers, or if we will be following all the guests around with atmosphere machines blowing air in their faces....” she grinned and winked at Bossman Tony, “Let’s hope we won’t be chain smoking and puffing smoke in their faces and leaving cigarette ash all over the food.” She turned back to Clean Tony, “Once I know that I will have a seating chart for you. Now, how much is this additional fee going to cost me?”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Tony’s thick brow furrowed as Brenna rattled off the list of species; and drawing a grease-stained memo pad from a pocket he quickly began taking notes and grunting to himself. At some, he glanced up confirming before nodding and continuing. “Xindi? All five ‘a dem? Eh… well…” He hemmed and hawed for a brief moment, before nodding to himself. “Dat might be a bit tricky, but ain’t a problem. I’ll hafta get Slick Tony fer some ‘a dem ingredients tho… Dat’s gonna cost extra.” The Tony’s (all three) exchanged a knowing look.

Brenna nodded, “Of course. I scan spare Slick Tony from the Emporium to get this done. RSVPs have already been sent out. They are due in a week so I will have a final count for you both by then.” She knew it would cost her extra, everything cost extra with the Tonys. The question was, what would the ‘extra’ be? Credits and latinum weren’t always their payment of choice.

Tony’s bit finished, Tony leaned forward; confidence and precision in every movement. “Yes dear; please be sure to get me that information just as soon as you can… And my dear Atoded, I am wounded! As if any of my Tony’s would dare besmirch Tony’s reputation by ashing on his fine food?”

“Of course not, it was a jest, Tony, perhaps a poor one on my part. Now as for attire. If the Tonys working for you are Star Fleet dress uniforms will be fine, if not, some type of formal serving wear. I will not pay extra for that, as serving uniforms fall under your services. The pamphlet clearly said “all Tonys report for work dressed appropriately for the occasion.” They would nickel and dime her, as the saying went, if she wasn’t careful. Now she loved their work and was willing to pay for extras, but not haggling over the details would be an insult to them.

At the mention of the fee, clean Tony purred; her grin was downright devilish; full of smoky perfume and dark promises. “Oh, there’s always a fee… and it’s always Gold Tony who handles such things. He’ll be around in time....”

-(a portion of the Horde of Tony’s)

“Hmmm well make it soon or I’ll cancel the whole thing, yes? You know I’m willing to pay, but depending on what you want as payment may require a reduction in my purchases.”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Tony waved his hand dismissively; “Yea yea; we know da score. Tony’ll be ‘round in his own time ta settle up; probably after da party so he got’s a full count ‘a expenses.” Boss Tony shook his head. “I’ll do what I can ta keep his rates fair… He gets a bit uh, eager sometimes. In da meantime we’ll get cracking. And we’ll be sure to wear our finest duds; we’ll fit right in wit dis fancy shindig. But uh; what kinda timeline we lookin’ at here? We can work fast if needed, but da more time we got da better.”

-HoT

Brenna nodded and hid a smile. She was tempted to go track down Gold Tony before hand. She had means but limited, but if Bossman Tony said he’d keep him in check he would. “Roughly 2 and half weeks. But keep in mind we will be docking at a Starbase to switch out our recreation module for the diplomatic one in the next couple of days. You can acquire a lot at the starbase. If you need anything else, let me know. Oh and Skinny Tony, none of the animals in the emporium are available to be used as cuisine. No matter what some of the ‘diplomats’ might say.”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Tony waved one chubby hand dismissively; muttering something that sounded like “Barbecue one cluster of tribbles....” before trailing off into vague grunts of assent. (Boss) Tony spoke up before Skinny Tony’s grunts became distinct again; knowing his temper. “Yeah; I tink we got dis covered. Anything comes up; we’s be sure to let ya know, yea? And uh, dat goes both ways, right? Yea, dat goes both ways.” Tony didn’t even wait for a response; flashing a quick grin at the Chief of Pets before firmly dragging an increasingly irate Tellerite out of the room.

-HoT


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