OOC: Placeholder for a party Alex is throwing for Teala.  Alex will post details on its arrangement, then people can enter the scene accordingly.
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Alex sent out a crew-wide communication.

You are cordially invited to celebrate a culmination of the life and achievements of Lt. Cmdr Teala, Attache to Farah Greene.

Time & Location: 48240.55 5:00 pm, Deep Space 5 at the 'The Broken Anchor'.

Please RSVP

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Alex had arrived early to meet with the proprietor, a mister Garrett Volkov.

With a smile to the man. "Hello mister Volkov, I am Doctor Dupont, we communicated earlier about the gathering. I am expecting approximately (guestimate based upon RSVPs and a buffer number for any unexpected arrivals). Thank you for the use of your facilities. It came recommended by Captain Greene." Alex was not usually given to set up social events, but Teala had made an impact.

He had also asked their self-designated patroness of parties and social events to assist in whatever fashion she felt appropriate, Diplomat Katherine Seward.


OOC: Sorry about the delay all, but there we go. Our official kick-off for Teala!

"Dah, good to meet you Doctor Dupont, please call me Garrett. Mister Volkov is my father," Garrett said, a slight accent still peppering his words as he offered his hand to the man with a grin. "It is not a problem. Happy to supply a location for you. As you can see, there is room. I am going to close up about twenty minutes before 5 so I can clean up. Can I get you something to drink while you wait?"

Garrett placed some glasses on the bar. "Also can I expect Farah to come? I know she likes her tea so I can at least have that prepaired for her if she does." He tried not to be too eager about that question. Most likely it was a lost cause on that. "Also, if you could give me a heads up on the races, I can at least have things out that might appease their palates."

"I will wait until the party starts to enjoy refreshments. A proper host should make sure things go smoothly before enjoying the party as well," Alex replied.

With a nod. "I would expect the captain to arrive unless some matter of importance calls her away. This party is for a special member of her crew. The young lady has never had a party in her entire life. I expect she will be both overwhelmed, emotional, and happy in some mixture. Best to be surrounded by friends who care about you to show appreciation. I'm expecting the usual federation races, Andorian, Vulcan, Ardana - Trog, Orion, etc." (Alex will provide the known races of the ships' crew)

H'Raal was normally not one for social functions.  Even when he'd been onboard the Osler, as Operations Chief, where little of his work was hands-on and more about making sure the Operations crews were where they needed to be and determining priorities for action, he tended to hold back from those that were held.

But...at the same time, he realized that this was not your typical situation.  The ship had launched, and he needed to find some time to introduce himself to at least the seniors staff of Cadmus.  He could decline to attend, but if he did, then the only chances for an introduction would be either A: another event similar to this one, or B: at a mission briefing.

And when you put it in those terms, it was clear that he should go.  If the first, then why pick one event over another?  If the latter, having to introduce himself at the same time as a mission briefing could complicate matters...unnecessarily.

So it was that H'Raal found himself heading to the Broken Anchor for this party.  For someone he did not know (at least, not yet), to make himself known.

...there was something about this scenario, but H'Raal did not know how to state it.

Arriving at the Anchor, he noted that some people were already here.  He took a seat at the bar and waited for others to approach.

The Broken Anchor was decked out in a vaguely naval theme, with hints of greek architecture throughout the room.  She hadn't been able to find much on Taela's family sadly so she hadn't focused on that aspect of Orion culture, instead choosing to focus on the crew of the Mihoshi with hints of each and their relationship with Taela throughout the room.  Kate hadn't specified a dress code when sending out the invitations but chose to dress conservatively showing as little skin as possible in hopes that it would help Taela feel less conscious of her own clothing limitations due to the extensive implants the Orion had.

His head was about to explode. Since the last mission, Bart has been studying Quantum Mechanics.  He had just finished Sarok's Treaties on the subject and was about to pick up Cabot's "Theories of Quantum Mechanics and the Relationship to String Theory." but he needed a break.  So he headed to the party.

Dressed in neatly pressed civilian clothes, he walked in to the sparsely populated room, looking around he had thought he had made a mistake. Checking the invite again, he realized that without meaning to, he was early as was his custom.  He gave a slight wave to the few people he recognized, like Ms. Seward and Dr. Dupont and made his way to the bar.

Bart ordered a beer.  Waiting for the drink to come, he looked over at the catian, "Hi, I don't think we've met.  I'm Bart."  He said extending his hand.
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In reply to Bartolomy Blatt (msg # 7):


H'Raal noted the human who approached the bar, and ordered a drink from the keeper.  Said human then offered his hand to him.  "H'Raal.  No, I don't think we've met, either."  He shook the man's hand.  "You're part of this Task Force, too?"  Lots of humans so far, he noted to himself, but then again, the denizens of Earth seemed to have a natural proclivity to join Starfleet.

Garrett laughed at Alex's words. "Dah, its like that. My mother was always waiting on the rest before she started in. Still, let me know what you want when you are ready." His expression changed a moment and he nodded at the mention of Farah. "She works hard," he said neutrally. "Excuse me. Some of your party goers are here and I should be paying attention."

He moved down the bar with a smile. "Welcome to the Anchor," he said to H'Raal with a smile but no teeth showing. "What refreshment can I get for you? Warm milk? Catnip tea?" He grinned and winked to let H'Raal  know he was joking. "Or something you would actually like?" He waited for the Catian's response before nodding to Bart and getting him the beer he wanted.

In reply to H'Raal (msg # 8):

Smiling at the catian, not exactly sure what he was referring to, "Good to meet you H'Raal.  Well, I'm the Chief Engineer of the Mihoshi, Bartomoly Blatt."  Thanking the bartender and then taking a sip of his beer, "Will you be joining us?"