Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in Welcome Party (for everyone)

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Welcome Party (for everyone)

Posted by Civilian T’Pris (Scientist) in Welcome Party (for everyone)
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The following announcement appeared on all terminals…

=^=Ladies and gentlemen of the Wolverine, it’s been far far too long since I’ve thrown a party. That, however, is about to change. Holodeck 3 at 1800 hours is open to all for the formal meet and greet. There has been far too many shake-ups in the crew and we need to get to know each other as a good family does. Uniforms are discouraged. Come meet your new family.

Commander Alita Claire=^=

At 1800 on the dot, Alita entered the event space for about the 100th time that day and glanced around again. She had chosen a rambling bar situation. It was large and full of many standard bar accoutrement. There was your standard long bar against one wall. It held many types of alcohol for many different federation species and could certainly drive a crowd to distraction, that was her intent for the night. There was a space set with many old style arcade type games surprisingly found on many planets throughout federation space. There were darts and even horseshoes out on a veranda. The food was definitely under control and she had it set on the other end of the event space. She had left the middle of the space basically open for dancing, mingling, or whatever anybody else decided to get up to. The music would be handled by whomever decided to throw coins in the old style jukebox she was able to replicate. She would have to talk to Uncle Kord, or did her brother have the damn jukebox? She really needed to bring that thing aboard ship. Sighing she toured the space one more time and decided it was as good as it was going to get.

• Alita

In the casual attire requested T’Pris entered Holodevk 3 in a comfortable pant suit combo with her ebony hair pulled back into a relaxed pony tail instead of its regular chignon at the nape of her neck.

Her eyes roamed over the bar scene and noted it was of the usual human decor, very different of a Vulcan establishment of the same venue. She noted Commander Claire standing in the middle of the room, surveying it.

“Good evening, Commander. I am Dr. T’Pris, Civilian Consultant. I must thank you and your crew for my welcome. The Wolverine is a fine ship, smaller than the ones I served on in the past but I must say it seems to have been instrumental in the perception of closeness I sense among the crew.” She said as she walked to where the Commander was standing.

~Dr. T’Pris

Dradvia preferred to be around people than aline, but she wasn’t overly social. This wasn’t optional and it said no uniforms. So she put in a pair of flowing loose pants, and a long loose tunic of some shimmering material. It hid her figure, but was a pretty outfit. She pulled her hair half back, something simple, and let her hair drape so it half hid her ja’risia.

She didn’t want to go though, to socialize with all those strangers, but it was expected. As she was getting ready to leave she remembered what Sisnil said. So she stopped at his door and pressed the chime.

When he answered she rushed out nervously. “ThereisasocialgatheringthatIhavetogotobutdon’twanttogoalone. Willyougowithme?”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil blinked. As soon as he opened the door, he was hit with a barrage of words by a nervous looking Dradvia.

“Come inside.” He said. He let the door shut, stopped by his closet, then stepped into the bathroom. When he came out, he looked downright roguish, wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a brown vest overtop made of some kind of faux animal skin, long black pants that were fitting but not skin tight, and athletic shoes. He’d also run something through his hair.

“Let’s go,” he said when he was ready, and walked down the hall with her. “Where are we going?”

~ Zoi

Dradvia blinked. Whoa. What was she thinking? “The holosuite. The XO put this together.” She got on the lift. After a moment, “Thank you.” She really was uncomfortable going to these things. At least she knew Sisnil. She knew Dr. Tessan but he was her boss.

Before they walked in she spoke again. “You look nice, Sisnil. Thank you for doing this.” He could almost feel her stomach churning. Dradvia looked around. She headed in the very opposite direction of the bar. Why was it some universal norm that gatherings needed alcohol?

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer