USS Ark Angel
Side Sim - Post Mission Gathering - 17/18 Forward
Posted by Lieutenant V’alura Belmont (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - Post Mission Gathering - 17/18 Forward
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sifeda Itri (Executive Officer) in Side Sim - Post Mission Gathering - 17/18 Forward
Posted by Commodore Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim - Post Mission Gathering - 17/18 Forward
[snip]V’alura swanned into the lounge with her usual flair for spectacle and drama and swathed in brilliant, vibrant color. She wore a long red skirt with white florals paired with a deep blue blouse with one elbow-length sleeve. Around her neck she wore a color of beads that extended down to her mid-arm. Upon her head she wore a beaded headpiece with a silver charm that hung down over her forehead that matched the collar along with giant hoop earrings and colorful bracelets upon her arms.
She moved with elegance and grace, completely comfortable and at ease. As though this were something she wore everyday.
https://loispiration.com/2020/05/14/traditional-attire-of-the-people-of-angola/ The dress on the right is what V’alura is wearing
Lt JG Belmont, CSO
Another NE down by V’alura came up to her, “..Ah hello ma’am, may I note if you’ll be in the contest? And if so what you’re wearing for reference?” she asked.
“I am entering the contest. And this-” V’alura performed a beautiful twirl, “Is a traditional outfit from the African country for Angola. A people that are apart of my heritage.” She spoke with pride of her ancestry and you can tell that she has an amazing presentation lined up. She was the Chief Science Officer after all. If anyone were to have a well-researched and well-written presentation it would be her.
”..Thank you ma’am..” The NE said noting down the attire before walking on to handle other things.
Katie entered the lounge a bit cautiously, half afraid that her choice of outfits would be inappropriate. Her discomfort wasn’t helped when she saw the many brightly colored costumes worn by some of the others. It was too late now. There was no time to change the design. Her Greek tunic was modest. While her arms were bare, little of her body could be seen under the swathes of white cloth. Below the hem of the tunic only her toes and her sandals were visible.
One of the other engineers approached her.
“Ancient Greek or Roman would be my guess,” she said.
“Hypatia of Alexandria to be specific,” Katie said. “A Greek astronomer, philosopher and mathematician from Alexandria, Egypt.”
OOC: And following Belmont’s lead: https://takebackhalloween.org/hypatia/
=/\= Ensign Katherine (Katie) Hobbes, Engineer
Yet another busy body NE came up to Katie, “..Good morning Ensign! I see you’re so nicely dressed up for the party’s theme! The kids will be so thrilled to see so many participating this time. What should I note you down as wearing?” he asked.
GM CockRoach
“Of course!” Anders clicked his fingers in recognition, “Ensign, put me down as a… ’21st Century Heartthrob’,” he cast a wink in Cerenity’s general direction and posed in a jockish manner.
-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Chief of Security-
”..Of course sir..” The NE said noting Kyle’s choice
GM CockRoach
With the latest mission in the books, Marlaa had been busy with debriefs, counseling sessions and get own reconciliation of the final outcome. Even after years in space, every new life form stretched her mind about the possibilities that still lay out there.
The dark haired woman stepped into the room wearing a sapphire blue halter top dress that left a small keyhole detail above her chest before the ties trained behind her neck and trailed down her back. The hem fell around her knees and was short enough to be pretty without being too short for decorum sake.
She glanced around the room at those present then made her way to get a drink. Her long hair, normally bind tightly in a braided knot when in uniform, hung loose down her back pulled back with a silver barrette.
Marlaa CNS
V’alura Belmont, CSO
“Counselor!” Kyle stepped over and glanced over Marlaa’s costume, “You look amazing,”
-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Chief of Security-
The busy body NE came up to the counselor as she entered by Kyle, “..Ah hello ma’am, will you be participating in the theme today to educate the younger kids? If so what should I note you down as being dressed up as and from?” he asked.
GM CockRoach
Just as the busy body NE got stated talking to Kyle, the doors to the lower 18-Forward area to port opened, and in came Commodore Andone. She was wearing the following attire, with the exception being a thin dark green wing like weave was down the torso to the legs. The high leg boots were replaced with a lower top pair and were not high heeled.
Next to her was her 13 year old half-human/romulan daughter Tel’eck, who was wearing something like the following. Complete with sheathed energy like holo blades on her back. The white parts though were instead a matching dark green like the wing weaving on her mother’s dress. And the grey had a slightly more polished look. Overall it seemed to be genuinely made out of plasti-metal parts for a form fitting yet comfortable like armor.
The teen soon took over to join some other teens coming in from the other areas, who were a mix of different getups, but overall 7 others of the group she joined seemed to have worked together to all take up some kind of sci-fi soldier/fighting mercenary unit look. An NE came over to talk to Drudoc about her get up but she was seen to shake her head indicating she was not taking part in any judging. Evidently the get up was just to look really good as as woman.
Drudoc Andone CO
“..Hey there Ensign. Nice get up, I guess you’re participating in the theme and judging? Hope you got a little lesson overview for the younger kiddos who will be judging things later. What should I note your get up is from?” the NE asked.
“These are an example of a Trill ambassador’s ceremonial attire, from the 15th century by Earth’s calendar,” Demil said. “Is there any other information you need?”
Ens. Lis
”..Not at this time, no..” He said nodding to Lis before moving on.
GM CockRoach
Sifeda entered the lounge with both hands behind her back. She was not dressed in any special attire just her Starfleet uniform. Her hair was parted on the left and neatly swooped across her forehead back into a tight braided bun. Her face displayed a passive look while dark matte maroon lipstick covered her lips. Initially, she had considered showing up at the gathering in Klingon Battle armor which consisted of Klingon pointed armor on the shoulders, an armored collar, gauntlets on each wrist, Klingon spine armor to protect the back, and heavy leather boots that covered the calves. However, she decided against it as she didn’t want to be the only one dressed in a threatening or hostile uniform.
Sifeda spotted a group of teens in sci-fi soldier costumes and nodded approvingly at their warrior looks. Maybe she could have worn her costume, in any case, she was perfectly comfortable in her Starfleet uniform and she was sure there would be other opportunities to don her Klingon Battle attire and show off her Bat’leth. She spotted Commodore Andone and approached her, “Commodore!” she said as she held her hands out to her side to jokingly show off her uniform, “What do you think?” She made a full turn and smirked at the woman.Itri, XO
“SIFEDA.” V’alura marched over to Sifeda and Drudoc from the group of scientists she was chatting with. “Tell me you are not wearing your UNIFORM!” V’alura said, aghast, one hand upon her chest, the other clutched tight around a glass of wine. “This is a PARTY and you came in your UNIFORM!” V’alura cast her gaze skyward as the hand from her chest went to her forehead. She looked as though she might faint from shock! This was too much for her poor, weak soul. No person could be expected to weather such. “You were given the perfect opportunity to dress up and yet you came in uniform!”
With a deep, unsteady breath V’alura pulled herself together. A single tear dripped down from the corner of her eye as she found the strength to persevere, “How could you do this? No, don’t speak. There is no excuse.” Such tragedy at this most sacred costume party. It was unforgivable.
V’alura Belmont, Drama Queen
During the dramatic display of emotion, Sifeda rolled her eyes before she turned to face the half Vulcan woman. She couldn’t tell if the she was acting or being serious, either way she was annoyed. “Miss V’alura Belmont, why don’t you calm down.” She placed both hands on each of the woman’s shoulders as she spoke, “It is not as if the entire universe is being sucked in by a massive singularly. Honestly I’d rather be in the holodeck practicing my combat.”
She knew she was going to regret saying the next set of words but she put her hands behind her back and uncomfortably said, “Maybe next time you can help me pick out an outfit as I am not that accustomed to....these....types....of....gatherings.” Hopefully there would not be a next time.
Itri, XO