Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Communal Dinner - Off Duty
OOC: Open to all. Feel free to bring in the children aboard the ship, or NEs.

IC:

It was a curious thing, truly, how the two halves of the ship were split right down its middle. During the day, the prison and Starfleet were never to mix. As if oil and water, their touch was worthy of contamination of the other’s person. Yet, when the night came, and duty shifted towards the calm hours, where the ship begged the careless façade of safety and peace, those perameters no longer existed. They instead became comrades, companions even.. But still there remained that faint divide, the uncertainty of crossing those boundaries between friend and foe.

With a ship sporting such a small staff as the Swift, Bov’ar found it was always quite simple to grasp the attention of one shift at a time. Tonight, she had her sights on a communal dinner, which she had invited the entirety of Alpha shift to, after their duties were completed and they had been dismissed of them. Luckily, the size of Alpha shift was relatively small, hardly scratching the surface of one hundred people, but she knew only two thirds of them would show, at best.

The dinner, itself, was intended to be an event allowing for communication across both sides of the ship. It was meant to encourage comradery, especially in trying times such as these, where both sides could not seem any further apart. She needed them to he able to work together, to coexist – not as friends, but at least on the basis of mutual respect. With this in mind, she stood before the tables, four each capable of seating twenty. At the front, there was a small table, one seat for every department head, and official of the prison. It seemed simple, in these early hours, but Bov’ar trusted it would not remain as mundane for much longer.

Adjusting the waist of her black trousers, she flipped down the collar of her shirt and headed towards the back, checking a chronometer in the process. The dinner would begin, shortly. In silence and contemplation, she watched as a few JOs began to trickle into the cargobay, which had been rearranged to suit the needs of the evening. Tables dressed in the white of silky cloth, accompanied by replicated dishes, seemingly porcelain in nature, were surrounded by standard, Starfleet issue seating. Neutral music played in the background, deliberately conjured to reflect across several cultures, rather than a single one. With silverware dressed by pale napkins, and glasses each filled with water, she was pleased with the work put into this.

She just hoped it turned out all right.

Bov’ar Akarel
CO

Gunther quietly, but casually strolled in behind a group of Lieutenant’s that appeared to be gossiping about something. Since he was off duty for a bit before the event was to happen he had decided to dress up in a formal attire that the Captain could easily recognize. Granted he wasn’t in the military anymore, but Gunther still enjoyed the way it looked and the way he felt wearing it. His attire was comprised of some hand polished black dress shoes, and black socks with a firmly creased set of black dress pants with a thick red stripe than ran down the outside of both of his legs that sat just at the top of the heels of his shoes as he stood looking around for a moment. He wore a high collared black jacket similar to the older 22nd century uniforms. A red outline went along the seam of the jacket that came up the right side of his torso. The jacket wasn’t buttoned at the shoulder however, and hung partly open at his chest. The clasp that would have hold it, held the older ranking symbol with 4 golden parallelograms (Or diamonds if you prefer) with a border on both sides indicating Colonel. (Picture for reference: http://www.sfi-sfmc.org/images/ranks/o6-col.png)
There was a white braided cord on the opposite side on his left arm that looped from his shoulder to under his arm along with a white belt and gold buckle. From one of his pockets, a bit of white could been seen which appeared to be a few fingers from some cloth gloves that he didn’t feel like wearing at the moment.
(Went ahead and made somewhat of a crappy version of it so you can kind of visualize how it looks .. just imagine the jacket being open and well, less like a childs drawing XD I only have mspaint at work lol https://i.imgur.com/H6SrSLy.png )

Col. Gunther
Warden