Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Aria (CMO) in Side SIM: Lounge: Mwezi promotion party everyone invited

Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Side SIM: Lounge: Mwezi promotion party everyone invited

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Aria (CMO) in Side SIM: Lounge: Mwezi promotion party everyone invited
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Chris was in the lounge putting up signs that congratulated Mwezi in his promotion and DH spot. He was already drinking

Captain Chris Taggart CO

A Vulcan at a party was like a clown in the battle of Somme, but stereotypes had never stopped T’Aria before. Arriving a short while later, she surveyed the lounge, two oblong boxes partially hidden by the dark sleeve of her robes (despite all formalities, T’Aria did not feel inclined to change back into her uniform). Without sign of Mwezi, Taggart’s figure catching her eye, she chose to approach him. “Hello, Captain.” She greeted. It had never quite dawned on her the many names she had addressed Chris by since her arrival; Chief, Doctor, Commander.. and now Captain–at least it never got old.

OOC: Lol! That means you’ve been on the ship awhile as well!
OOC: Chernov was my first ship, and damn she’s come a long way! LOL

Unveiling the boxes, T’Aria slid Mwezi’s into one of her many deep pockets. The second, she held between her fingertips. Gift giving was not common among her people, but T’Aria had lived long enough with humans that their traditions slowly began to grow on her. “I believe a ‘congratulations’ is in order for your promotion.”

Dr. T’Aria
CMO

Chris stopped hanging the sign and got down off the ladder and wringed his hands like they were dirty. He smiled at T’Aria. “Hello doctor! Nice robe. ” He almost didn’t know she was talking to him since he was still not used to be addressed as captain yet. He looked at her hand with the box and looked back into her eyes with surprise. “Is that for me?” He was almost speechless that she got him something.

Captain Chris Taggart CO

“Does Lt. Mwezi know you’re organizing a celebration in his honour?” T’Aria asked, finding humanity’s love for ‘surprise parties’ curious. Unaccustomed to the whole gift giving procedure, T’Aria nearly forgot she was holding the package. “Yes,” She held out the slim box, “Congratulations, Captain.”

She had known Chris since the moment she stepped into his office, three years prior, a young buck straight from the Academy. A lot had changed since then, some she’d rather forget. Shaking away the thought, T’Aria returned to Chris, curious to his reaction. Inside the box were two objects; one was thin, with red liquid encased in glass, small digits lining the sides. An older thermometer. The other was in mangled condition, its yellowed skin was painted with odd letters and symbols. It was the original Hippocratic Oath, obviously an ancient copy, but nonetheless several centuries old. “You were a doctor first and I assumed you already possessed a stethoscope, Captain. These seemed as though they might fit well beside it.”

Dr. T’Aria

Kane entered and looked around. Seeing T’Aria and the new Captain (the thought making him snort audibly), he decided to let the two Senior Staff members shmooze while he checked out the bar. Nodding to both, he made his way to the booze station. Taking a seat, he brushed the hair from his face and hailed the bartender.

Kane was dressed for the party in his typical fashion. Ragged jeans with a worn thin t-shirt with a faded New Detroit Sychos Roller Derby logo on the front, over which he wore a black leather jacket; he ordered a whiskey and looked around to see who else was coming.

Kane, Tac / Med