Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Communal Dinner - Off Duty

Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Side Sim: Communal Dinner - Off Duty

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Communal Dinner - Off Duty
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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

Dressed in the standards whites, the strip of gold briefly catching the light, refracting it, Bov’ar seemed almost out of place in her uniform. Her hair, normally frazzled and pulled into a messy bun, was curled and fell somewhat gracefully down her shoulders, a rarity for the Captain who always looked more Soldier than Starfleet. With a glass in her hand, untouched red wine filling its bottom, it did not take long for her to catch sight of her comrade, a man hard to miss in his attire, which few aboard the ship could truly appreciate. A soft laugh escaped her lungs, amused at his choice of attire, despite his job no longer consisting of military and rather a side the military would rather not venture into.

Checking to see if the coast was clear, she sauntered over to the Warden, a smile etched into her features. “My, my, Gunther. You bring honour to us all,” She teased, gesturing with a quirk of her eyebrow, to his formal wear. “I almost did not expect you to show. Our former Warden was never much a partier, nor one for diplomacy. And, so I hear, neither was his predecessor. I was beginning to wonder if you would be the final addition to that trio.”

Akarel
CO

He had smirked slightly as he slowly saw her creep over from the other side of the room, it was hard to miss her seeing as her uniform basically gleamed from across the room and considering she was probably the first person he was looking to find. As she approached he had pretended not to notice, and kept surveying the room as she eventually made it to his side. Not skipping a beat he replied as he continued to scan the area for familiar faces, “You clean up pretty well yourself there Cap. Though if I must admit, your hair does look rather ravishing this evening.” He then turned to her to actually look at the details of her attire and the way her hair was. “I did consider not attending as there is some work that needs to get done, but I figured, why not? I haven’t done anything like this in a while and besides..” He tugged at the bottom of his jacket causing the open flap to lightly bounce. “I like to think that I’m not half bad in this old uniform.” He grinned jokingly, smoothing out his already pressed uniform.

Col. Gunther
Warden

“Really? It only took twenty minutes to figure out what in the name of the prophets I was doing.” Amusement gleamed in her soulful eyes, an ambered brown catching the light when she glanced up at the opposing officer. Akarel had been pleased to find the familiar face of someone she knew she could chat with, without being bombarded by questions regarding who knows what. It was casual, somehow still holding a professional air. Perhaps it was their house in the service that made it easier for them to chat without assuming the same awkwardness of trying to speak casually with others. “I must agree with that statement, Colonel. Your uniform has you looking positively elegant,” There was a tease behind her words, her crooked smile dancing with a razzing expression. “Also, feel free to call me Akarel, this isn’t a formal dinner until everyone arrives.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“Of course it looks elegant, it’s our beloved Corps’ colors!” he played into her ribbing while letting himself fall for it. Though his attention started drifting towards her glass of wine and became a bit conscious that he himself didn’t even have a drink yet. Despite letting himself be teased he was always one to tease back, probably due to it’s fun, competitive nature to not be out done, he enjoyed the more fun aspects of it. “My, my .. the hard charging, combat experienced Marine, now Commanding Officer of a Starfleet vessel allowing someone to call her by her first name?” He exaggerated with a quiet gasp, “What would people think of such a thing Akarel?” A small impish grin appeared on his face in response to his teasing as he turned off to the side looking out towards all the people again from their corner. He was mostly trying to figure out where they’d need to walk in order to get a good drink. He couldn’t in good conscience let a lady drink by herself, not that it was wrong, it just didn’t sit well with himself.

Col. Gunther
Warden

“You seem troubled, my dear Colonel.” Bov’ar grinned, her facetious air never once escaping her, in all the razzing she was doing. Although, her ability to tease Gunther was only an insinuation of her trust for the man. It proved she found his word to be sincere, his transparency, if one would call it that, clear enough to gauge how little or how much she could say, before pushing him over the edge. “Oh, yes, I know. A marine must never let someone know their personal name, that would be catastrophic.” Akarel spoke with a level of sarcasm that begged to question how often she used the tactic. “Honestly? You shouldn’t meddle in such infantile affairs as caring what people think about you.” She smiled, her words holding a sincerity behind their impish tone. Watching him, she tried to figure out what he was looking for, but she couldn’t determine if it was a person or an object. “Looking for someone?”

Bov’ar Akarel
CO

OOC: Bump! :)
Trin