Posted by Commander Qyra Nyx (Executive Officer) in Gala Event

Posted by 1st Lieutenant Ben Park (Pilot) in Gala Event

Posted by Ensign Lance Nightingale (Medical Officer) in Gala Event
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The last mission had taken a toll on the Memorial crew and Captain Nightroad and Cmdr Nix thought a party would do everyone some good. They put together the idea of a black and white party. Giving the quartermaster a few guidelines, they let him and his department run with it. Now, Qyra entered the holodeck to make any last minute changes, to see the finished product.

The theme was ‘black and white, all night’ and what the quartermaster and his minions had done was nothing short of remarkable. A large dancefloor was in the middle of the space, its floor laid out in black and white tiles. Several tables were placed throughout the rooms with linen cloths and padded chairs. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilling light that shone through the faceted crystals and danced about the room in colorful prisms.

There was a bar on each of three walls, and an assortment of finger foods laid out on a 20 ft long table at one end of the room. Everything was high quality, from the cutlery to the nine piece band that was set up near the dancefloor. The quartermaster at her side, waited for Qyra’s opinion on how successful he’d been. She looked over at him and smiled. “This is magical. I can’t believe how much you and your people accomplished in so little time. Kuddos to all of you!”

“Thank you, Cmdr, we aim to please.” His back straightened a little more. He couldn’t wait to share her praise with his staff.

He took his leave then, hurrying back to his quarters to change as he, too, would be attending the party.

Left alone, Qyra made her way to the closest bar and ordered vodka and pineapple juice. She turned and looked back over the holodeck. It was wonderful. Now all that was left was for the crew to arrive.

OOC: This is a fancy, formal party and everyone is to wear black and/or white.

Her dress: https://jbydress.com/cdn/shop/products/3x_48daa0ca-8c7b-4aa2-985e-5475ececbfd3_1024x1024.jpg?v=1551084560

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Rado was the first to enter, wearing a black robe that he hadn’t worn in about a decade. He tripped on the carpet and fell flat on his face. Quickly standing back up, he stood up to survey who had seen his tumble. Luckily for him, the only ones who could have seen it were the quartermaster, some cadet, and some lady who looked like the new Executive Officer…

Wait, that was new XO. “Prophets,” Rado uttered before speaking louder, “Um, uh, hello.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

Lt. Kudas entered after the LT. Gainn stood up from falling. He was in the black suit he would wear for formal events at the academy. He noticed not very many people were there yet, and so he stood off to the corner, after ordering a Washington apple.
Lt. Kudas, Security Officer

Tath walked into the holodeck, and walked immediately to the bar. He had a black tunic and pants. His gold sash worn over the outfit. “A Raktinjino please.” He asked the bartender. He looked around and said hello to some of the crew he recognized and the new XO, he had only seen her picture that came with the announcement she was coming aboard.
Lt. Cmdr. Sharvi, Medical Officer

Ben walked in to the event dressed in a full black suit. He made a beeline to the bar. He motioned the bartender to take his order. NE Javaz “what’ll it be Lieutenant” in a scraggly cracking voice. Ben replied “tall whiskey and soda with a lime” Javaz nodded and prepared Ben’s drink accordingly. Ben nodded as he took his drink and started walking away from the bar into a corner.

Park

OOC: Why would two of you put yourselves in a corner? You are supposed to engage in this thread, not stand somewhere alone. You can make people up, you can have a date to talk to, you can get in an argument with a friend, something. I shouldn’t have to feed the ideas to you all one spoon at a time. C’mon, let’s get some story lines going so we can accomplish some character development. What do you want other players to know about who you are writing?

IC:
Nyx stood at the bar sipping her drink and nodding or saying hello to people as they entered. She would have taken a seat on one of the bar stools, but honestly, she was baffled as to how to do that in the dress she wore. The band was already playing and a few courageous couples were on the dance floor, a few more were in the food line. Everyone looked wonderful and happy—except the Vulcans, they never looked any particular way except deadpan.

Qyra’s musings were interrupted by a very young cadet whose face was a lovely shade of red. “Ex…excuse me, Cmdr. W…w…would you like to dance?” Qyra smiled. It must have taken him quite a bit of courage to approach her judging by his blush. “Actually, I’d love to. Thank you, NE?”

“Ashton, sir, NECadet Walter Ashton.” She took the hand he held out to her and walked to the dance floor.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

A voice called out from behind Rado. “Gainn.”

Rado whirled around to see his Vulcan friend T’Han wearing a white robe with a sash. “T’Han! You’re here.”

“I have received an invitation. It was logical to attend.” T’Han answered, “I find it curious that you are currently bedecked in Bajoran funerary robes.”

Rado looked around, hoping nobody heard T’Han. He didn’t want to be known as the weirdo who wore funeral clothes to a gala He leaned closer to her and explained in a hushed voice, “I didn’t have any white clothes and this was the only thing in black I had.”

“Was the replicator in your room nonfunctioning?”

Rado honestly didn’t know the replicators could do that. “I-I thought they were, uh, just for food and drinks.” He said, gravity of the situation sinking in.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

NEAshton was polite enough to walk Qyra back to her place at the bar, give a short bow and then walk away. She smiled at the young man while thinking his courage to embrace the intimidating would help him go far in Star Fleet. Looking around, she wondered where the Captain was. So far, she hadn’t seen him enter, but it could have happened while she was dancing.

Ordering another drink, Nyx looked around to judge what kind of turnout they were having. It still looked sparse. Many of the Memorial’s officers had not shown up yet. She would note who was actually present, so at some later time she could send out a thank you for participating notice.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

OOC: Somehow, this post got deleted or something so I’m putting it back in.

IC: John strolled into the room, dressed in a slim-tailored version of the late 2370s Starfleet dress uniform. His hair was deliberately tousled - just barely within the tolerances of “formal” - and eyes were sparkling as he made his way over to the bar. “Sapphire wine, please,” he requested, turning to the XO upon receipt of his beverage. “Commander,” he smiled.

Lieutenant Colonel John “Firefly” Arlen
Commander, Air Group

Nix looked over at the Colonel. “Good evening. I was wondering if any of the pilots were going to make an appearance. Glad you made it.” She took a sip from the fluted glass in her hand. “It’s not a big turnout yet, but I’m hoping the later the hour gets, the room will fill with officers.”

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

“I did heavily suggest that the pilots and the air wing engineers should attend,” John agreed. “Are we expecting the Captain?”
OOC: There should be more side simming going on. I put this thread up because it’s easy to write in, but only a couple of you are interacting with each other. There are still many who have not joined in. Rick assures me that he and the FComm are looking for a GM. You’ve all been patient, but you need to keep posting. Okay?

Another sip before answering. “Actually, I thought he would have been here already. I’m as curious as you are whether he will make an appearance or not.” That was the truth. In a conversation earlier in the day, Qyra had brought up the gala and Nightroad told her he was looking forward to an evening of pleasantries off the bridge. She wondered what came up to keep him away.

T’Han stared at Rado for a few moments, “It seems it would be logical for us to discuss the capabilities of the replicator at a later time.” She said, before looking at her dancing crewmembers. “It seems that members of our crew are swaying rhythmically. We should follow their example.”

Rado blinked, “Well, uh, I see a good-looking ensign looking your way. Oh, and I think I see Erv-” He had begun to say, but he was interrupted by his Vulcan friend.

“I would prefer to sway rhythmically with you, Gainn.” T’Han interjected.

Rado didn’t know brows could raised as high as his currently were. T’Han wanted to dance with him? Again? After what had happened last time at the Academy? “Um, uh, alright,” He said hesitantly, “Lead the way.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

Lieutenant Colonel John “Firefly” Arlen
Commander, Air Group

Ten minutes in and no mistakes. He hadn’t bumped into anyone. He hadn’t crashed into the dessert table yet. He avoided stepping on T’Han’s toes. Everything was going fine.

That was until they started to play Tor Jolan, Rado’s favorite composer. Unable to help himself, he started to get more passionate with his dance, with culminated in him picking up T’Han at the song’s peak. He quickly crumbled under the weight and both he and T’Han fell to the ground.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, T’Han, I guess I got, uh, carried away.” Rado apologized, pulling himself off the ground and offering a hand to his friend.

“It is alright, my friend,” T’Han responded, standing up by herself. “I quite enjoyed it.”

“Well, there’s more where that come from,” Rado said. He looked at the bar. “Wanna get drinks?” He asked.

“Indeed.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

Watching the dancefloor from where she stood at the bar, Nix saw the couple tumble to the floor and made a knee jerk motion to run out and help them up, but they got to their feet quickly without her help. Besides, she wasn’t sure the fit of her gown would allow her to bend that much. Watching to make sure they were alright, she looked back over at Colonel Arlen. “What are the chances you’d like to have a dance with me?”

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

The soft whoosh of the lounge doors drew a few curious glances as Lieutenant Kaylee Baxter stepped inside. The warm lighting shimmered against polished glass and crystal, the air alive with conversation and laughter — the kind of energy that felt both celebratory and comfortably familiar.

Her black cocktail dress shimmered subtly as she moved, the soft fabric catching the light with each step. It was simple yet elegant, paired with a delicate silver chain and her hair swept to one side in soft curls. There was an unmistakable ease to her posture — the quiet confidence of someone who had grown up attending functions like this.

After all, she thought with a small smile, being the daughter of a Federation ambassador did have its social training perks.

Kaylee paused just inside, watching as a pair of officers on the dance floor recovered from an enthusiastic dip gone awry. A quiet laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

Well, she mused at least I’m not the first one to test the deck plating tonight.

Crossing toward the bar, she offered a friendly smile and nod to Commander Nyx and Colonel Arlen.

“Commander, Colonel — looks like I arrived just in time for the entertainment,” she teased lightly, glancing toward the dance floor. “Mind if I squeeze in for a drink before someone else decides to stage dive?”

Turning to the bartender, she added with a grin, “Something sparkling, please — surprise me.”

Lance entered the room wearing a very comfortable dress robs even though he was part Vulcan. And he wandered around. He had a ferret nuzzled, relax around his neck. Astro was his emotional support animal, and it likes to cling onto him.

He made his way to the bar and he decided to try something he did not during the academy a root beer

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

OOC: Very sorry for the quadruple post. I thought the message I was getting meant it hadn’t posted at all so I kept trying! sigh learning curve for me.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

BUMP

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Bump
Lance Nightingale

Catching sight of the ensign with the small animal perched comfortably around his neck, Kaylee made her way toward Lance, eyes bright with curiosity.

“Now that,” she said with a soft laugh, “is easily the most charming date I’ve seen tonight. What’s their name?”
She smiled warmly. “I don’t believe we have been introduced I’m Kaylee Baxter the new ship’s counselor.”

-Kaylee Baxter, CNS

“Hello I am Lance Nightingale I am a medical Ensign and I to do physical therapy on the side” he pulled the little ferret off his neck. The small ferret had pure white fur in a little red eyes. “ and this little fella is named Astro” he said as the little ferret got very curious of the new person

Dr. Lance Nightingale (medical Ensign)

Rado had been standing nearby when he saw an animal perched upon Nightingale’s shoulder. Unsure of what it was yet still intrigued, Rado spoke up, “Ooh, is that an Earth alligator on your shoulder?”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

Emberlee made her way to the holodeck, her tea length white dress flowing around her (https://www.davidsbridal.com/product/cowl-neck-tea-length-satin-a-line-dress-sdwg1105?Color=Soft+White). Never feeling comfortable in heels, she wore a pair of matching flat sandals and a short cut sweater over her shoulders. Her hair pulled up into a messy bun with soft ringlets of red hair hanging down the sides of her face. Thank goodness her mother had done her utmost to make sure that Emberlee knew how to clean up, even when she was more comfortable under the belly of her fighter or in the cockpit. Her mother insisted that both she and her sister knew how to act and engage in social engagements. They didn’t happen very often but when they did, Emberlee knew how to make the most of the evening.

Stepping into the holodeck she took in the scene. She saw Ben and a few others that she had met since coming aboard. She headed for one of the bars and asked for a Long Island Iced Tea. It was one of her favorite drinks and once it had been made she looked for a table where she could sit and watch the others coming and going. Assessing the situation before she decided where she wanted to go and chat with others. One of her flaws, was that in social situations, Emberlee was definitely a wall flower.

Atkins (pilot)

Luckily, Nyx didn’t have to stand around very long before an attractive Bajoran man asked her to dance. The two drifted off to the dance floor where he led her in a very seductive rhumba. He must have been whispering to her under the music because she smiled and laughed softly a few times. If anyone was paying attention, they might even have seen her blush.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Lt. Kudas had talked and introduced himself to some ensigns and Lieutenants throughout the event, and refilled his drink a few times, switching from the washington apple to coffee. He had at least introduced himself and spoke to everyone except the chief of security and the XO. Being new to the ship, he was still nervous to talk to his higher ups while not on shift. He knew it was crazy to be that shy toward them, but he couldn’t help it.
Lt. Kudas, Security Officer

After being handed a children’s book about the animals on Earth because he didn’t know an alligator from a ferret, Rado walked back to T’Han, who was holding a glass of water and a glass of Bajoran ale. Thinking it that the glass of ale was his, he took it in his hands and gulped it down in three gulps. Thank the Prophets that Bajoran ale was about as strong as a glass of soda.

“I do believe you just consumed my beverage.” T’Han said, surprising Rado. T’Han always preferred Vulcan food, so learning that she ordered Bajoran ale was surprising.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me get you a new one.” Rado apologized. He went back to the bar to get a replacement. Minutes later, he returned with a new glass of Bajoran ale. “So why ale from Bajor all of a sudden?” He asked, handing his Vulcan friend.

T’Han didn’t answer that. Instead she just stood there silently for a few moments before she asked, “Why are you grasping onto a book on Earth fauna?”

“Because I didn’t know what a ferret looked like.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

OOC: hey Rado I have a funny suggestion if you want to run with it. Can T’Han be my half sister. This can be fun

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

OCC: I mean, if you can fit that in with your character waking up in a Starfleet hospital and having no memory before that (like your character bio says), go right ahead.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

Meanwhile, Cmdr Nyx allowed herself to enjoy the evening. She had several dancing partners, some were very smooth and some had two left feet, but she danced with them all with the same enthusiasm. It was their first ship wide event and it was her job to encourage every officer to have a good time. Luckily, she was having a wonderful evening. There weren’t many opportunities to dress up, and even less to throw caution to the wind, so her laugh and conversation with her partners was honest and heartfelt.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Lance was by at a table and saw her walk by after her last dance partner who had 2 left feet obliterated her feet “how are your feet doing” he asked with the hint of concern in his voice

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

“I’m fine doctor.” The first officer stated as she passed him on her way to the ladies room.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

bump!

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

Rado saw the new XO ducking into the ladies room. Speaking to friend T’Han, he said, “Is it just me or does the, uh, new XO kind of look like the old counselor?”

“Illogical,” T’Han dissented, “Commander Nyx is a Fynarian. Counselor Anaar was a Betazoid.”

“Bitun.” Rado muttered in Bajoran, acknowledging T’Han’s point.

OCC: Happy Halloween, everyone! I thought that this would be a funny post, considering that the writer for both Nyx and Anaar are the same person.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rado Gainn
Chief of Security

OOC: Yes they are, but the coloring of the women are in opposition to each other. Nix has white hair and light eyes and Anaar has black hair and dark eyes. I do love writing Anaar though.

After a few moments where she smoothed her hair and touched up her lipstick, Qyra exited the restroom having made up her mind to find a possible male of interest that wouldn’t land her in the brig, or bring her up on charges of fraternization.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Lt. Cmdr. Sharvi walked around the room and spoke to many personnel he had seen come in and out of sickbay throughout his time on the ship. He remembered most of them from their onboarding physicals, others he remembered from constant injuries from working around the ship, or on away missions, but he never really talked to them outside of work. Being Klingon, he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he watched as the XO lit up the dance floor with her moves, as various other crew members joined her.
Lt. Cmdr. Sharvi, Medical Officer

Lt. Kudas was walking to the bar, when he walked past Commander Nyx coming out of the bathroom. “Hello Commander.” He greeted as he walked by. “Do you need another drink, or are you going dancing again?” He asked.
Lt. Kudas, Security Officer

Qyra was standing still looking around once more for the Captain, who was noticably absent, when Kudas spoke. She smiled in the relaxed atmosphere of the gala. “I don’t get many chances to drop the mantel of first officer, so I tend to make the most of situations when it presents itself.” But she was rather thirsty. “I might sit this one out though, if I had a drink in hand.”

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

OOC: No drink? Bump

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

With drink in hand, Emberlee stood talking with a few of the other pilots. She was still getting to know people but she was making an effort to talk to strangers. She watched the room as others took to the dance floor. She had taken ballet starting in grade school. She still occasionally went to the holodeck and practiced. It was definitely not something that she would be doing at this event. Maybe she would work up the nerve to ask someone to dance, but she wanted to wait a bit more before doing so.

Atkins (pilot)

You saw a Vulcan drinking root beer and enjoying it he was sitting at a table playing with a little white ferret as he was drinking his drink. He looked up at you and waved. He was not sure if she was the pilot that he treated during the last incident.

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Emberlee stopped next to Nightingale “Does your furry friend bite?” She asked watching the ferret “It’s gorgeous.” She said with a smile “How are you doing doc?”

Looking to where Kudas headed off, Qyra saw he was not getting her a drink. “Alright, understood.” She said, looking back out onto the dance floor for her next partner. There were so many to choose from that she couldn’t help but smile like a kid in a candy store. While her focus was on the dancers, she felt a presence just behind her left shoulder and turned to see who was in her personal space.

Oh he was a handsome one, she thought—and those eyes! They were so blue they reminded her of saphires. “Hello, may I help you?”

He smiled and she felt goosebumps on her arms and legs. He didn’t say a word, just reached for her hand and nodded toward the dance floor. She was intrigued. “Sure…” she said.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Lance started to feel tired so he stood up and started to collect his belongings. His pet Astro was already wrapped around his neck and talking with crew men Ricky. He found a solution to keep it his pet and his quarters.

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Lt. Kudas was headed to the bar, but felt disoriented for a minute. “That’s weird, I’ve only had one drink so far, but I didn’t eat anything yet.” He reasoned mentally. When he looked around, the Commander was talking to someone else. He found the bar and ordered himself a water and a drink for the commander. He drank the water, and ate some food, cleared his head and went back to where the commander was to offer it to her.
Lt. Kudas, Security Officer

Ben saw the security officer and followed him “Hey Lieutenant hows things going for you?”

1st Lieutenant Park (Pilot)

OOC: Ye gods, I had no idea I was AWOL! I’m so sorry, been dealing with some health issues.

IC: Finishing the dance with the handsome stranger, he walked her back to where they first encountered each other. Qyra saw Kudas standing near and gave him a smile while her dance partner lifted one of her hands to his lips and gave it a chaste kiss before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Gazing after him for a moment, the Commander eventually turned back to the Lt. “You came back. I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Lance was drawing something on a napkin getting the idea down before he forgot it a magnetic lock for his ferret cage. This way he will stop escaping.

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Ben noticed the XO and an empty chair right where the Security officer and Commander Nyx are. Ben spoke up ” I hope I’m not intruding Commander. I can head back to the bar if this is the Senior Officers’ table.”

Park, Pilot

OOC: She is not at a table, she is just standing near the dancefloor.

IC:
Qyra noticed Parks approaching. “You aren’t intruding at all, Lt.” This was more like it—officers were finally approaching her and introducing themselves. With a look at the offered drink, she smiled. “Oh, is that for me? Thank you very much. Do the two of you know each other?” She looked from Park to Kudos and back.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

Atkins (pilot)