Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Party Planning in Space: Food (Tag Tony’s)
The time of the party was quickly approaching and so Brenna was making the rounds of the departments to see how they were progressing with their plans. She tapped her combadge summoning the Tonys. Once they arrived she looked at Bossman Tony and asked, “Who is in charge of your party preparations?”

Focus: A delicacy to one species is an insult to another, and you are master at finding just the right dish for every species for every occasion. YUM!

Possible Species: Zaldan, Vulcan, Trill, Tellarite, Romulan, Risa, Alpha Century, Xindi (primate, arboreal, reptilian, insectoid, aquatic), Betazed, Coridan, Barzan, Andorian, Arcadians, Ariolo, Bzzit Khaht, Caitians, Deltans, Grazerites, Kasheeta, Xelatian, Ferengi, Zaranite
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

The Tony’s moved in small groups, and today was no exception. Bossman Tony had showed up with two of his fellows, Clean Tony (an Orion woman; known for her exacting nature) and Skinny Tony, a particularly… large (in the midsection) Tellarite. “Yea, we’s been hearing about this shindig, and word is on the street you’se looking for food, eh? So uh, as you knows, we gots plenty of Tonys represented, all kinds and sorts. But when it comes to making food… well, you want Clean Tony and Skinny Tony. They’s the best.” The Tony’s nodded firmly behind their boss; looking proud and confident in themselves. “You can’t find nothing Tony can’t cook, and as fer cleaning up? Hell, it’s in her name! Tony here’s also one fer keeping everything organized, so I figure she’d be a good choice fer making sure we ain’t got no guests chokin’ on the wrong food, capisce?” Tony turned around, looking to his companions and nodding at them; offering them the floor.

A deep, bellicose voice grunted out of the Tellarite; all gruff and no-nonsense. “Get me a list of species, and I’ll get you a five or whatever course meal you want! All I need is a kitchen; the bigger the better! My Tony’s can cook; they just need direction and a firm hand ta keep ‘em in line, but we won’t disappoint, so long as no-one mucks us up!” The last was delivered with a touch of spittle and a hairy finger jab into the air; Skinny Tony was every inch a Tellarite and a prideful Chef, and he had a lot of inches; barely contained by a stained white apron.

Clean Tony was a study in contrasts. Delicately ashing her cigarette into a small pouch on her hip, she adjusted her glasses and started with a polite ‘ahem’. “Yes, much as my dear Tony here needs a list of guests, I shall require a seating chart - My Tony’s can of course deliver food promptly and correctly.... but only if they know where to go. Of course, we can also leave your provided kitchen spotless.... for an additional fee, of course.”

-(a portion of the Horde of Tony’s)