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Holiday Celebration

Posted Jan. 6, 2021, 12:48 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Captain Calvin Marius (Captain) in Holiday Celebration

Posted by Lieutenant Ben Park (BO Tactical) in Holiday Celebration

Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Holiday Celebration
Posted by… suppressed (11) by the Post Ghost! 👻
As per Genesis tradition there was an end of the year Celebration. Interestingly enough so many of the Federation races had a holiday situated on or near the last day of the year. Of course the end of the year varied, but somehow it worked out.

+++All Crew+++
The Genesis Commanding Officer Invites you to our annual End of Year Holiday Celebration.
Attendance is highly encouraged. Uniforms are highly discouraged, Earth Circa 1990 theme.
Food and Beverages will be provided.
2000 Hours.

“Ahhh Macarena”

Calvin not surprisingly was the first person to arrive at the post mission - end of the year celebration. In year’s past they’ve had the “White Party” and multiple full dress uniform gatherings, but Calvin wanted to see some personality in this one.

Not one for ‘dressing’ up Calvin could clean up pretty well. He wore a light pink soft sport’s jacket with a white shirt underneath, with perhaps one too many buttons undone. https://i.pinimg.com/236x/71/f5/96/71f596414806df5c482d6ce742182e83–terry-crews-terry-oquinn.jpg. He listened to the hard staccato thumps of the 1990 music pumped through the intercom while he sipped a glass of sugar-less pink lemonade (He thought it went well with his jacket).

Marius

V’Lath arrived at the party early and saw that so far it was only he and the Captain. He had no idea as to what to wear to such an event, but after a bit of research had come up with an outfit he hoped would pass. He was wearing a pair of faded and slightly torn blue-jeans, a black shirt open at the collar to display the several gold chains he was wearing, this was topped by a red leather sports jacket and a pair of gold framed glasses with reflective lenses. He had a large mug of Vulcan coffee in his hand which he raised in greeting to Captain. (He felt totally ridiculous, and considered asking if they had hot chocolate available.)

V’Lath

Somehow Reia always found herself at a party before, or after, her new husband. The Genesis always kept them both very busy but oh the time they managed to spend alone together.

She had done quite a bit of research on 90s fashion and hoped that she had pulled together something passable beginning with red stiletto heels, gold woven ankle bracelet, white thigh high fishnet stockings, cotton candy pleated micro-mini skirt, and a filmy white halter that tied at her right shoulder with an intricate knot. She had brushed her silken hair back and had a red bandanna, tied in a large bow, as a signal to her husband that she could be his Christmas present.

=^=You’re late again sweetie. Crawl out of those engines and get into the shower please.=^= she whispered softly.

Dagen was late. He had been trying not to think of the party. Not that that was a problem for the sociable Trill, but the theme of the party. 1990’s? That was right smack in the middle of the Eugenics Wars. Does he dress up like one of the augments? Which is what? He had been teasing about in that dilemma for a while before hunkering down to try to get something. =^= Shower alone? =^= he replied with a wink she could not see but perhaps in his tone. =^= Working on it. =^=

Stepping further into the room she saw the Captain and the Counselor.

“Wow! This is… Um… Different.”

  • Reia

V’Lath noticed the new arrival and all though he was not much of a mixer, decided he would try and be more forthcoming. He took a sip of his coffee and approached the new arrival. “Welcome, we’ve met on the bridge but haven’t met socially. I am V’Lath, the new counselor.” V’Lath slid his glasses down his nose and peered over them. “That is a most fetching costume you are wearing.” He pushed his glasses back up on his nose. “Could I get you a drink or refreshments ?” V’Lath hoped more people would show up soon. He was feeling a bit conspicuous at the moment.

V’Lath

Reia remembered seeing V’Lath on the bridge several times and knew she was probably due for a counselling review. Hopefully he would bring it up tomorrow.

“Yes, I’ve noticed you too. My name is Reia. I’m the CIO. Pleased to meet you. I hope you’re finding this place to be welcoming, I certainly have.” she said with a smile thinking of her recent wedding.

Dagen entered. His search didn’t run very well. It seemed, pre war, that it was either very casual or very formal. He chose to be posh on this one, coming in with the equivalent of a tailored black tuxedo, well shone shoes, pressed white shirt and bow tie. The contrast was starker with his light complexion though mixed well with his Trill spots and dark salt and pepper hair. His eyes tracked to find Reia and smiled when he saw her. A small ironic thought crossed his mind in thinking that he was dressed up for this but that their impromptu wedding was on a beach.

On the way over he snagged two drinks. One was a scotch on the rocks for himself, and the other a faux non-alcoholic champagne for Reia. Carrying them over he noted her particularly stunning ensemble .. complete with a bow. She looked to be with the new counselor. “Hello, love. Got her as fast as I could. I wasn’t sure quite what to wear for a nuclear conflagration.” He kissed her shoulder and whispered softly in her ear, ‘you look yummy’ before handing her her drink. Looking up at V’Lath he said, “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Dagen.” He’s a tall one, Dagen thought.
- Dagen

V’Lath was relieved that people were starting to appear and realized that the latest arrival was the husband of the young lady he was previously talking to. “No we haven’t, I am V’Lath, the new counselor on board, very pleased to meet you.” V’Lath removed the sunglasses and hung them from the pocket of his jacket. “I haven’t had a chance to meet many of the crew yet, but am looking forward to it. I have been studying medical records and case files and noticed that you are a joined Trill, I hope that we can meet and discuss the symbiotic relationship sometime. It is fascinating to me.” V’Lath realized he was rambling and letting his interest in different psychological profiles peak out. “I am sorry, I tend to get caught up in my work and let it monopolize my actions. Again I am very pleased to meet you and your very charming wife.”

V’Lath

Dagen had long since brushed over others’ fascination with joined Trills. He was quite surprised that she had overlooked the Enterprise injury that included the death of his brother with him. That typically had been a ‘jewel’ for counselors to make a study of, so this attention to Thor was refreshing. He raised his glass in a silent salute and took a long sip. “One of these days Thor is going to want to be the spokesman of such an appointment. Talk from his view rather than my impressions.” The collar on his shirt was a bit stiff, he just noticed, but he could ignore that for now. Not like turtlenecks which tended to be more constrictive - but then he liked them better. “What was your focus when you were studying?” he asked. One’s ‘thesis’ subject was often a doorway into the persons’ personality and interests.

Reia accepted her glass and took a small taste. She could always tell the real from the synth but had decided not to drink too much in public. She giggled slightly as Dagen kissed her and whispered.

“Just bring me a glass of the real stuff when it’s time to go.” she whispered back admiring his choice of outfit. Her husband was even more handsome than the XO.

  • Reia

Standing near Reia Dagen was pleased to see others come in after him. Good, he wasn’t that late out of the gate there. Relaxing brought his focus back to his bride. “Of course, love,” he said. He had a bottle of port back in their cabin for an after party nightcap as well. He’d not had a chance to catch up with her today beyond a short lunch break with her. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Deeg enter with Bat. Bat was dressed somewhat Elf like but a rather large bursting at the seams blue Bolian Elf where the red and white and green rather clashed with his bold blue image. He winced at the clash, especially beside Deeg’s conservative ‘tweed’ jacket over an open collar shirt, making him look like a high school teacher.
- Dagen

Reia had settled in next to Dagen as he spoke with the counsellor and people watched his staff. She was familiar with Deeg and Bat having seen them several times while she was in engineering for this or that reason, usually connected with seeing Dagen, but the outfits were a marvel. Looking away, she simply shook her head.

  • Reia

Alas it was not many more moments when Bat and Deeg approached the trio. Deeg had a glass of what looked like egg nog. His eyes darted about in his typical conspiratorial search, attempting to avoid eye contact with the counselor. Bat looked like a Christmas Smurf close up, himself carrying a green drink in a thin tubular glass that looked like a glorified test tube. It was slowly bubbling.

“Dagen, Reia, Counselor,” Bat said in his typical genial fashion. “I was just telling Deeg here that the Christmas tradition on Earth is a very unique one. A terror following one Saint from house to house, small spirits that may be benign or not within the home. Gifts that may range from fossil fuels to even more strange items - all carried in a shuttle with a dimensionally altered sack. My supposition that Deeg is hesitant to agree to is that this was a time traveler from the future who had transporter technology and advanced dimensional artifacts with which to beam down into private homes.” He took a sip and looked to the three. “What do you all think?”
- Deeg, Dagen and Bat

Ben decided to bring several trays of baked goodies, cookies, chocolate brownies, and his famous cremé bruleé. Ben came in with his hair parted to the right slightly. He went straight to the bar and ordered a top shelf whiskey with a Pepsi.

Reia listened to the explanation with much interest, sipping her drink before flagging down a waiter and trading the empty glass for some sparkling water that wasn’t pretending to be champagne. After the explanation was concluded, she couldn’t help but giggle mercilessly.

“Oh wow! I’ve never heard it told that way before but, I guess, that’s as good an explanation as any. What a beautiful imagination you have.”

Bat utterly missed any sense of the irony, and looked more chuffed than anything. “Thank you. My insight does often go unnoticed.” He glanced at Deeg who quickly took a sip of his egg nog. “My supposition is that this individual is from the 27th Century, give or take a little.

Reia paused realizing that sounded a bit harsh.

“No, I truly mean that. The holiday tradition on Earth is slightly different from family to family so, I’ve never really paid much attention to everyone else’s but, I guess, not that I’m married, I should.”

Dagen shrugged. “It’s an Earth thing. Trill honors family and the generations and so large family gatherings at certain times are normal, but are individual to the clans. There are three established holidays each year that allows for such gatherings. Makes it easier to coordinate, but some families arrange their own reunions.”

Reia smiled at Dagen. She didn’t know anything about Trill holiday traditions. If there were any hopefully he would tell her. Her thoughts flashed back tot he last Christmas party where they officially began dating. What a year it had been.

  • Reia

“So, Bat, what ARE you dressed as?” Dagen asked, shifting closer to Reia.
“It’s called a Nissan from my research,” Bat replied.
Deeg muttered. “That’s Nissa. Nissan is a shuttle manufacturer.”
“They are capricious creatures that hide in cupboards and cause mischief.”
Deeg replied. “That fits you .. if the cupboards are big enough.”
Bat continued. “They can also be called Elves, but they are slaves to this Santa being and doing his will to replicate what he delivers each year. The man is insidious,” he said, getting into the scene. “He monitors everyone, especially children, and knows everything about them and applies a kind of grade to them as to what they might get from him.”
- Deeg, Bat and Dagen

You mean he’s a …! The GM stopped just in time from saying the V-word. Honestly, these earth cultures can be very confusing. As GM, he monitors everyone … well almost everyone as well, but he is not about to grade any of the crew based on his own standards. Then, he realises that the GM could become like this Santa person, or not … Any way, the ethereal GM floats away to another part of the party area. He is glad to see people enjoying themselves. He remembered that there was a time in the early 21st century when gatherings of this sort were not encouraged because of a plague of sorts …

GM

V’Lath stood back and observed the various people as they arrived, he watched them mix and converse. In particular he observed the young couple talking with the Captain, Ben and T’Lora. He took a sip of his coffee and began to reflect. It seemed they were all ready bonded and only lacked the formality of a ceremony to fully unite them, the young man’s attitude was one of caring and a certain protectiveness, he knew T’Lora would not have chosen anyone who was not compatible. He took another sip of coffee and made a mental resolution. As long as T’Lora was happy he would go no further into delving into her past, he would treat her as T’hy’la, and perhaps the spirit of Pri’sai would understand, and his dreams would be peaceful. He smiled and realized his coffee was cold and turned to the bar to get a warmup.

V’Lath

Since Sage was from New, New York, Earth, she opted for a certain take on Mrs Santa Claus. Calvin had no idea what her choice of garments was going to be as they both thought surprising each other would be fun. She walked into the party wearing a very short red and white dress with a full skirt and fitted bodice. The bodice laced up the center front and the skirt was trimmed with faux fur. A very short caplet with a hood covered her shoulders and hair and the whole thing was tied together with a pair of black, stiletto boots trimmed in the same fur.

She saw Cal from a distance. His height and physique were unmistakable, and walked over to where he was holding court with Ben and T’Lora. “Hello everyone, hope I’m not too late?”

—Sage

“Mrs. Claus,” Marius took in the outfit in a lecherous manner. Were he not married to the CMO, he certainly could have been brought up on charges. “Does Mr. Claus know you are out un-escorted?” He looked about as if he were scanning for the aforementioned Santa.

She laughed and tucked herself against his side, sliding an arm around his waist. “Actually, Mr Claus is in his workshop and may not come into the house at all tonight, so I took the opportunity to sneak out and see how the other half lives.” Leaning away from him just a bit to take in the statement pink jacket Cal wore, Sage winked. “Looking good, Captain Marius. VERY good! I’m sure a few of the ladies in attendance are going to be dreaming about you tonight.”

—Sage

“That is a shame, because I only have eyes for you.” Marius responded. “Mr. Claus may find that he doesn’t have a wife at the end of the night if he doesn’t watch out.”

She tiptoed and whispered, “I’m your present, Babe, and when you unwrap me, there’s a surprise waiting for you…” There were other gifts, of course, but she’d picked out something extra special for Cal’s pleasure.

—Sage

Marius leaned back and took her in. Her outfit was particularly fetching, but further surprises… he raised an eyebrow. “You’re my present every moment of everyday. What may hap be different today?” He smiled.... “You know i have to stay for the majority of this party.”

Thomas slunk into the holodeck wearing black denim jeans and a black T-shirt under a black-and-red-checkered flannel shirt. He decided against approaching the bar, due to the mass of crewmembers between him and there. It was highly improbable that he’d avoid being corralled into a conversation in the time it would take to get over there and acquire a drink.

Instead, he’d just lurk in the corner for as long as socially acceptable, then slink back to his quarters and read a book.

COS

Marius

Ben had looked down and notices wrinkles on his emerald green tunic, he had pulled it down to smooth it out. Seeing and feeling such happiness in the room felt amazing. Ben had made a hinted suggestion out loud directed towards the group at the bar “Captain, you should give a toast like Captain King has done in years past.”

Lt. Park

Ben was listening to the conversation when a thought occurred to him. He gently pulled T’Lora to the side, “What would say about being married on New Years Day ?” He realized that not all species had a New Years, but they were both raised on Earth and it held fond memories for him of family and friends. “It would be easy to remember our anniversary, which I understand is a problem as you get older.” He grinned at T’Lora as he waited for her response.

Ben SO

T’Lora laughed and raised an eyebrow playfully. “You fear your memory will decline?” She smiled at Ben, no longer joking. “I think it’s a wonderful idea ashayam.”
-T’Lora

Ben turned back to the Captain, “Sir, would it be possible to have the ceremony on the Terran New Years Day ? It would mean a lot to both of us.” Turning back to T’Lora, he smiled. “I don’t think there’s much danger of that happening anymore, but I understand it used to be fairly common.” He returned his attention to the Captain to hopefully hear that it would be possible.

Ben

Marius shrugged. “The day doesn’t matter to me, but as an idea. maybe you’d like to get married just as midnight strikes?”

“An Excellent suggestion, Sir” The slightly accented voice of Magnus came from behind the pair. He was wearing dark trousers and shiny red shirt just a smidge too small. He smiled at Brennan and gave young Ben a nod.

Ben turned as he sensed someone approach from behind him and noticed the XO had come in, he returned the nod. “I think that would be a great time for the wedding. Remembering the past year and all it means and looking forward to the new and all the possibilities it may hold. I’ll vote for that, but T’Lora has the final say, it’s her wedding.” Ben turned to T’Lora waiting to hear if she agreed.

Ben SO

“Our wedding. I like it.” She felt a bit awkward with so much attention on them, especially when she wasn’t wearing her uniform.

-T’Lora

OOC: So, was my question ignored or was it cut out? This is a Christmas party, right? If Ben and T’Lora are going to be married on NYE, that would still be a week away.

D…

OOC: Not sure what question you mean. I deleted the post and we are back on track.
D.S.

Ben grinned ear to ear. Finally they would be wed and could start their life together. “Captain, midnight would be great, we can celebrate our wedding and the new year all together. Of course everyone is invited.”

Ben SO

Lieutenant Park raised his glass in a noticeable bellowed tone “Here’s to new adventures and new memories. To Captain Marius, who gets to supervise us loonies. To Doctor Brennan; to her gentle care and who has more patience than I know. To the Genny; May she bring us home relatively safe. Cheers!”

Lt. Park

Clavin smiled. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been toasted.” He raised an eyebrow as he wracked his memory. There were a couple of drunken nights where he was called a son of a B, but he didn’t think that quite qualifed.

marius

Reia smiled and raised her glass in toast with the rest of them. Smiling, she clinked glasses with Dagen whom she was still standing next to. Setting the empty aside, she reached up and ran her fingers through his unruly mop of hair until she had his ear bent close to her…

“And to the most handsome engineer in the fleet. As long as you are in the engine room I know I will always be safe. Now, I am starving and I’m off to find food.”

With that she pressed her lips to his earlobe before turning to catch a server with hefty nibbles.

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