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Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« on: August 23, 2017, 08:03:00 pm »
In order to help broker peace and celebrate the wide diversity of different species and cultures that lived, worked or traveled through the station, Starbase Columbus has decided to host its first annual Cultural Appreciation Fair. All along the Upper and Lower Promenade, various shops, stalls and stands had gone up seemingly overnight to represent many of the different cultures present. While it had been somewhat of a nightmare to organize, the event thus far seemed to be kicking off to a good start.

A number of different singers and musicians from different worlds attempted to entertain passerbys with one tune or another. All manner of different exotic foods and drinks were up for sale and one couldn't walk but a few feet without encountering a vendor trying to hawk trinkets and memorabilia. If one looked hard enough, they were sure to find something to please just about anyone.

[Lower Promenade]   

In the Lower Promenade, Naira and her daughters joined a few of her visiting cousins and aunts who thought to use the event as a way of broadening their horizons and expanding business. They had rented out a small shop that they had then decked out in a number of throw pillows, cushions, low-standing tables and privacy curtains. The entire shop permeated of a musky incense they were burning while an older Orion woman sat in a corner playing a complex string instrument.

One of Naira's young cousins was instructing her daughters on how to dance from her spot in the middle of the room, while one of her aunts stood in the doorway flirting with people who walked by. Naira was sitting inside the shop, off to the side, while she preformed a prenatal exam on another one of her cousins.

"Do you know how far along you are?" Naira asked the other woman as she passed her tricorder over her swollen abdomen. Her cousin smiled and rubbed the top of her stomach. "And the father is...?" Her cousin shrugged and looked over her shoulder to watch Naira's girls, who were giggling as they twirled about in their colorful skirts.

"It's hard to say in terms of a time-frame when there's mixed parentage, it could be weeks or months that you have left. I'll keep an eye on your progress so that I can be there for you when the time comes."

Like Naira, her cousin was also half Orion and grew up only knowing the one side of her parentage.

Meanwhile, outside an enterprising little Ferengi had walked over from his neighboring stall to inquire as to a possible business venture between the Orion dancing girls and his own lucrative business.

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #1 on: August 23, 2017, 10:35:23 pm »
[Lower Promenade]

Starfleet seemed to have a sort of intern program, that is to say that Cadets had to have hands-on experience before being discharged as Cadets and commissioned into the fleet as Ensigns. Newly commissioned Ensign E'Veece Septimus was one such example. It was only one gold pip, but it was a nice addition to her uniform, which had the red twinge instead of the blue or gold other personnel might've worn. The uniform made her look good, but more of a smile might've made her look even better.

She was as glum and stoic as ever, isolating herself from others, even in a crowd. A nice place to easedrop. She may've been a Starfleet officer, but she was still a Romulan and had been raised Romulan until around the age of six. E'Veece remembered her heritage very well. Keeping in touch with certain people on the other side of the Neutral Zone helped too, like her dear "Uncle Virgil" Septimus. And her uncle would've been proud of her. Quiet, isolated and observant. Nosey too. Her pointy ears picked up on nearby conversations as she walked through the crowds, hands clasped behind her back.

"E'Veece! E'Veece!"

She halted dead in her tracks, her mouth opening to mutter an inexcusably vulgar word. But before she could say anything, her annoyance was upon her. A junior enlisted person, Crewman Edward "Eddy" Barton. He was short, a bit stocky, hair cut.....strangely but not eccentrically. Unusually dull hair, actually. And he had a bit of a skin...condition.... Worse, he was absolutely smitten with E'Veece.

"Congratulations on your commission, Ensign!" he said, standing at attention with an anxious and playful grin on his face. His discipline was more out of jest than any adherence to protocol. Ensign Septimus was not impressed....

She stood there, her hands still clasped behind her back, glowering at him. She wasn't too terribly tall herself, about average for a woman, but even she was taller than Eddy. All he kept doing was eying her up, completely without any social graces. It was times like these that E'Veece became painfully aware of how her uniform hugged her body, which was somewhat buxom. She was certainly blessed in two particular areas.

"Your gratitude has been noted, Crewman Barton. If I have any further need of you, I will notify you," she answered flat and monotonely.

Outwardly, the Romulan Ensign was stone cold and serious looking. If a Betazoid or other psychic were present, however, they would be able to hear the repeated "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" in her mind.

"Oh! You Vulcans are always so cold and logical! Can't you loosen up and have a little fun?" Crewman Barton said, still wearing that stupid grin on his face, his at-attention posture long since relaxed.

Vulcan. A lie, probably one of many, she'd told him. It helped to keep a good distance. Well, a distance, but not good enough when it came to Eddy.

"Crewman, your behavior is highly illogical. If you persist, I may have to report you for attempted fraternization."

E'Veece's eyes darted around. She noticed that socially inept Eddy was already making a scene. People were starting to look.

"Furthermore, it's disturbing how you found out my name in the first place...."
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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #2 on: August 24, 2017, 11:40:36 am »
[Puzzles]

" Hey Boss I thought you were supposed to be taking a few hours off" Eliana enquired almost making Leanna jump out of her skin as she hadn't heard her newest employee and old friend approach the spot where she had been checking through the days orders to make sure they were completed in time.

Grabbing hold of the PADD that had nearly escaped out of her hand she looked over at the pretty Bajoran and grinned despite the scare. " Don't worry I am but you know me I wanted to make sure that everything was okay before I left" she replied " But next time don't scare me like that ".

" Okay I promise I won't but its fun seeing you jump though" she said knowing exactly how to wind Leanna up and she just shook her head before placing the PADD back under the counter top.

" Oh very funny although you wouldn't be so jovial if Jenna showed up ". This comment from the feisty Betazoid soon shut Eliana up and besides she should know if she wound her up then she would soon get her own back. Enjoying the small victory for a moment or two Leanna took the chance to look around the bar it was quiet yet full of laughter just how she liked it and with the Cultural Appreciation Fair taking place on both levels of the Promenade was glad that she had decided to keep Puzzles open for those who wanted to relax or meet friends. Leanna herself was looking forward to experiencing the fair and spending a few hours away from her beloved bar knowing it was in safe hands so she could explore the Promenade properly.

Dressed in her favourite jeans, slightly revealing black top and with her hair in loose curls, Leanna was confident in her appearance and if that attracted attention then she wasn't exactly going to ignore it besides it was about time that she had a little fun. Leaving Eliana and Max in charge she walked out of the bar and onto the Promenade taking in the sights and smells before she started to explore.

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #3 on: August 24, 2017, 09:19:04 pm »
[Location: Lower Promenade]

Tritter was not a fan of the cultural appreciation happy horse poo, but, it would be a good way for him to spend time with his family, and that is always a good thing. Tritter was dressed in a button down shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers, obviously after enjoying some R&R. He than was walking next to his Husband, who was carrying his Daughter, as they seemed to latch on to Ryan. Tritter on the other hand had his young son's hand in his.

The family than proceeded to make their way through the various shops. The kids were drawn to one that had animals, there was a large contigent of children around that were interacting with the animals. Tritter gently pushed his son to go try to interact with them as Ryan set down their daughter to get pet a yak she had become enamored with.


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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #4 on: August 24, 2017, 09:19:51 pm »
[ Promenade ]



Jenna, who was glad to be on some leisure time, was using the festival to her advantage. As she began to explore the promenade, her eyes lit up when she saw a vendor selling instruments. She walked in and smiled as she looked around. She thought to bring Molly along, but she seemed to be off doing her own thing. She looked round trying guitars in her hands. Some were heavier than others, but  her eye caught a seafoam green Gibson Les Paul style guitar. She asked to have it pulled down from the display. Immediately, she loved how it felt in her hand. "Alright lass. That guitar may match yer hair, but let's see you shred her proper,"The man in the stall who had the guitars said. She then walked up to one of the smaller amplifiers and plugged the chord into it. She then grabbed a couple of pedals she knew she wanted to experiment with it. She set the settings on them to the levels she wanted. She pressed one with her foot and then took out the guitar pick she had behind her ear. She then began to play Eruption by Van Halen. While she played, she used the pedals to her advantage to get the best sound possible.

She smiled when she finished. "Woah! Alright I will take this guitar, the two pedals, a couple of the chords, this amp, a case for the guitar, and that board base,"Jenna said. She smiled as everything came together. "Ok so I have the Velcro for the pedals so I won't need that, but I'd like some guitar picks and also a sticker so I can put it on the board case." The man who ran the shop chuckled. "Sweetie with those skills I'll throw in a tambourine," He said. Jenn thanked him as the guitar was cleaned and put away. She then placed the pedals into the board case. The man helped her add the Velcro free of charge. Once they were safely places on the board, she put the chords and picks into the empty space and closed it up. She then put the tambourine in the empty space on the guitar case and she slung it on her shoulder. She was glad she could quickly pay and as she grabbed the handles for the amplifer and the board, she thanked the man who ran the stand.

As she walked out, her face looked of a kid who just came out of a candy store. Her smile was wide. She noticed Leanna in the distance. She decided that because it was on the way back to her quarters, she would go talk to her before she dropped off her treasures to come back out to play some more in the festival. "Hey there stranger,"Jenna said once she got Leanna's attention

"I always try to be true to who I am and just be myself."

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #5 on: August 24, 2017, 09:37:58 pm »
[Lower Promenade]

Back on here again. Alex was well aware that he probably wasn't the most experienced or popular officer in Task Force 10, but he reckoned he'd give the title of most traveled a run for it's money. At least it's only for a few weeks this time. His time on Challenger had seemed like a career compared to some of his other postings, but all good things came to an end. Along with several others, Alex had disembarked the venerated workhorse for several weeks of shore leave while waiting on their new assignment to arrive. The days were filled with briefings and ship familiarization sessions in the holodecks, but the afternoons and evenings belonged to them, a luxury any crewman who was used to a watch schedule would exploit.

Having changed out of his uniform into something far more civilian, Alex wandered down the line of shops and stalls, comfortable with the anonymity of blending in with crowd. No matter where you were, uniforms always attracted attention, both for good or worse. Pausing at a stall selling skewers of something which resembled fried squid, albeit bright turquoise, he exchanged several credits for one and continued on his way, avoiding the busiest shops.

E'Veece's eyes darted around. She noticed that socially inept Eddy was already making a scene. People were starting to look.

"Furthermore, it's disturbing how you found out my name in the first place...."

There seemed to be some sort of spectacle ahead in the middle of the walking path which peaked his interest, although that vanished when he realized it was just two crewmembers in heated discussion. One of them had a single golden pip, so shiny it must've just come out of it's box. Meanwhile, pedestrians were building up around them on both sides, and Alex had just spotted a shop that looked fairly inviting, if the proprietress standing outside was any indication. Shuffling along, he waved his tentacle skewer towards the Romulan officer while slowly inching past. "Might want to move your lover's quarrel off to the side, Ensign, you're holding up traffic."

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #6 on: August 25, 2017, 08:34:30 am »
[ Promenade ]



As she walked out, her face looked of a kid who just came out of a candy store. Her smile was wide. She noticed Leanna in the distance. She decided that because it was on the way back to her quarters, she would go talk to her before she dropped off her treasures to come back out to play some more in the festival. "Hey there stranger,"Jenna said once she got Leanna's attention

[Promenade]

Leanna hadn't gotten very far before being approached by a rather attractive looking half Betazoid who was certain that he knew her and for the Bar owner it was a possibility but at the same time wasn't going to be rude by not stopping to talk to him. Soon they were deep in conversation and for Leanna it was good to speak to someone from her homeworld and realised she had been away from Betazed for far too long.

It wasn't as if she didn't want to go back far from it but like everything in her life she never had the time with being so busy or running away from Matthias. The running away was something she kept secret for fear of being found but hopefully she had put enough distance between them for her ex not to come looking for her but there was always that risk one she would deal with if he ever showed up.

Casting those dark thoughts aside she soon returned to the normal flirty fun Leanna that everyone saw her as and after sharing some of the delicacies from a nearby Bajoran stall with her new friend J'Trell she arranged to meet him at the bar later. After saying goodbye and feeling a lot more content than she had in a while she resumed walking along the Promenade until she heard a familiar voice and smiled when she saw Jenna dressed casually carrying a guitar and amp.

" Hey Jenna its good to see you " she replied going over to her " Nice guitar".

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #7 on: August 25, 2017, 03:14:33 pm »
[Promenade]



The captain was not one for festivals. Socializing, holidays, parties...these things meant very little to him. All Malcolm Adeyemi had ever had time for was his duty, his family, and the Word of God.

But some things in an officer's life, especially the commanding officer, are quite mandatory. Adeyemi had been volun-told by none other than Admiral Molyneaux that his attendance at this festival would be "appreciated." Adeyemi spoke Brass as well as English or French. Appreciated meant mandatory.

And so he found himself strolling along the Promenade, out of uniform, sipping on a tall can of Tennents Super. It was a relic from his earlier life. From his childhood, really: knocking back a few lagers, dressing up in his old uniform: a football jersey with scarf. Then the match, then the inevitable fight. A lifetime ago.

"Ribs?" Asked a human man pushing an anti-gravity cart. It was fragrant, decorated with a handful of paper lamps and a distinctly Asian motif.

"No, no...wait. Smokin' Lotus?" Adeyemi asked. He set his can of lager down onto the cart. "You're based at Kerb's, in King's Cross. What are you doing here?"

"It's a festival, we're advertising. Make way for the punters. And get your damn can off of my cart." The vendor demanded.

"If you get your cart off of my Station you can take the can with you. Door prize." Adeyemi said, narrowing his eyes. "How would you like to never work in the Federation again? Go back to fending off drunks at King's Cross Station, maybe?"

"Your Promenade? ...oh. Captain." The man said, and words started to come out of him in a tumble.

Adeyemi waved it all off. "Give me some char siu. How long have these been roasting?"

"12 hours. Slow roasted. All day." The man said as he eagerly handed over a smoking plate of meat, getting ready to close the cart's hatch.

Adeyemi grabbed his beer, sank the remainder. Threw the trash right into the cart and then waved him off with a grunt. Angrily the fellow stalked off.

The ribs were very good. You could never beat free food.

In order to help broker peace and celebrate the wide diversity of different species and cultures that lived, worked or traveled through the station, Starbase Columbus has decided to host its first annual Cultural Appreciation Fair. All along the Upper and Lower Promenade, various shops, stalls and stands had gone up seemingly overnight to represent many of the different cultures present. While it had been somewhat of a nightmare to organize, the event thus far seemed to be kicking off to a good start.

A number of different singers and musicians from different worlds attempted to entertain passerbys with one tune or another. All manner of different exotic foods and drinks were up for sale and one couldn't walk but a few feet without encountering a vendor trying to hawk trinkets and memorabilia. If one looked hard enough, they were sure to find something to please just about anyone.

[Lower Promenade]

In the Lower Promenade, Naira and her daughters joined a few of her visiting cousins and aunts who thought to use the event as a way of broadening their horizons and expanding business. They had rented out a small shop that they had then decked out in a number of throw pillows, cushions, low-standing tables and privacy curtains. The entire shop permeated of a musky incense they were burning while an older Orion woman sat in a corner playing a complex string instrument.

One of Naira's young cousins was instructing her daughters on how to dance from her spot in the middle of the room, while one of her aunts stood in the doorway flirting with people who walked by. Naira was sitting inside the shop, off to the side, while she preformed a prenatal exam on another one of her cousins.

"Do you know how far along you are?" Naira asked the other woman as she passed her tricorder over her swollen abdomen. Her cousin smiled and rubbed the top of her stomach. "And the father is...?" Her cousin shrugged and looked over her shoulder to watch Naira's girls, who were giggling as they twirled about in their colorful skirts.

"It's hard to say in terms of a time-frame when there's mixed parentage, it could be weeks or months that you have left. I'll keep an eye on your progress so that I can be there for you when the time comes."

Like Naira, her cousin was also half Orion and grew up only knowing the one side of her parentage.

Meanwhile, outside an enterprising little Ferengi had walked over from his neighboring stall to inquire as to a possible business venture between the Orion dancing girls and his own lucrative business.


[Lower Promenade - Shop]

"Doctor." Adeyemi said. He'd already polished off the slow smoked, spicy ribs. He had a greasy disposable plate in his hands, and was focusing on how to dispose of it. He fed it into a nearby recycling unit, and turned inside. "I..."

He took it all in: scantily clad Orions, the outfits, one pregnant, a minor...it was all too much.

"...relatives of yours, Doctor?" The captain managed to get out, embarrassed.
« Last Edit: August 25, 2017, 03:16:36 pm by Malcolm Adeyemi »

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #8 on: August 25, 2017, 06:10:28 pm »

Promenade
Dan had the day off from Engineering and he intended to fully enjoy it. It wasn't often he spoke to the crew in an off duty and social manor and again that was something he fully intended on doing. He was dressed in a light blue shirt with the top 3 buttons undone and some slightly worn Jeans - a rather casual look.

He'd already stopped at the bar to get a pint of what remotely tasted like Beer, but he knew all to well that the synthochol that came out of replicators never did taste that good. The station was buzzing with vendors all trying to sell their goods and make some money.

Everyone was socialsing and on his journeys he said a passing hello to other officers - mainly starbase engineers as he walked around to see if there was anything that took his interest.
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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #9 on: August 25, 2017, 08:54:16 pm »
[Promenade]

Leanna hadn't gotten very far before being approached by a rather attractive looking half Betazoid who was certain that he knew her and for the Bar owner it was a possibility but at the same time wasn't going to be rude by not stopping to talk to him. Soon they were deep in conversation and for Leanna it was good to speak to someone from her homeworld and realised she had been away from Betazed for far too long.

It wasn't as if she didn't want to go back far from it but like everything in her life she never had the time with being so busy or running away from Matthias. The running away was something she kept secret for fear of being found but hopefully she had put enough distance between them for her ex not to come looking for her but there was always that risk one she would deal with if he ever showed up.

Casting those dark thoughts aside she soon returned to the normal flirty fun Leanna that everyone saw her as and after sharing some of the delicacies from a nearby Bajoran stall with her new friend J'Trell she arranged to meet him at the bar later. After saying goodbye and feeling a lot more content than she had in a while she resumed walking along the Promenade until she heard a familiar voice and smiled when she saw Jenna dressed casually carrying a guitar and amp.

" Hey Jenna its good to see you " she replied going over to her " Nice guitar".

[ Promenade ]

"It's good to see you too," Jenna said with a smile. She put down the amp and her pedal board. "I like your hair today." Jenna smiled as she complimented Leanna. She felt a kinship to her when they first met. Though they had little time to actually chat, it was nice to actually have time to do that. She then took the guitar case off her back and showed her the guitar. "I cannot wait to play her proper in front of a crowd. She sounded so good back at the shop," She said.

It had been a while since she had a proper guitar to play on. Being that she was always traveling, she kept her effects small in quantity. However, since she came back to Star Fleet, she felt she could splurge and collect again. She wondered if she could maybe contact Makayla to patch things up. Seeing as it went well over talking to Caleb again. Her mind immediately wandered to Eliana in that moment. Maybe she could at least humor her with a small bit of conversation.

"I always try to be true to who I am and just be myself."

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #10 on: August 26, 2017, 03:09:59 am »

[Lower Promenade - Shop]

"Doctor." Adeyemi said. He'd already polished off the slow smoked, spicy ribs. He had a greasy disposable plate in his hands, and was focusing on how to dispose of it. He fed it into a nearby recycling unit, and turned inside. "I..."

He took it all in: scantily clad Orions, the outfits, one pregnant, a minor...it was all too much.

"...relatives of yours, Doctor?" The captain managed to get out, embarrassed.

[Lower Promenade]

Naira was in the middle of repacking her medkit and finishing her conversation with her cousin when a man came into the shop and started speaking to her. If it had not been for the sound of his voice, she might not have immediately recognized him. In the short time that Captain Adeyemi had been on the station, Naira couldn't remember having once seen him out of uniform or engaging in social activities outside of work. To her knowledge, he didn't socialize, with anyone, outside of work. So she didn't know what to think.

She stood up and straightened her uniform before answering him.

"Yes, actually," she indicated to the pregnant woman sitting next to her, "this is my cousin, Goutta, the woman standing outside is her mother. That's my cousin Ledi, dancing over there and the three young girls are my daughters."

Lurels and Aorua ran over to her still giggling, while their long colorful skirts trailed behind them. She smile at them. Then, she returned her attention to the captain.

"Sir, is there something we can help you with?"   

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #11 on: August 26, 2017, 11:26:33 am »
"Might want to move your lover's quarrel off to the side, Ensign, you're holding up traffic."

[Lower Promenade]


The Ensign shot the Lieutenant Commander a look that could one shot kill a Borg cube. Maybe a breach of protocol, since he dwarfed her in rank. Then again, he wasn't stationed aboard the Starbase, nor was he in uniform. Even so, Vulcanoids, including Romulans, have extreme emotions. Romulans, like other Vulcanoids, also have a physical prowess far surpassing any non-augmented human. She struggled not to rip Eddy's head off and throw it at the Commander. Her eye even twitched a bit and she very very briefly began to tremble.

But E'Veece was in Starfleet for a reason. She was no dumby, nor was she impulsive, though Eddy was sorely testing her patience. So was the unknown Light Commander that just showed up. But she had an epiphany....

"Ah. My date for the evening has finally arrived."

She immediately walked away from Crewman Barton and wrapped her right arm about the stranger's left on, almost dainty and feminine like.

"I think I promised you a meal and a drink. Lead the way!"

Hopefully, the stranger wouldn't jerk his arm away or ruin things. Assuming he wouldn't, Eddy would stand there a bit stunned, maybe even heartbroken and crushed. His face went from socially inept happy to blank and pained.

"Well.... You better take good care of her...." he said as he would begin to walk away.


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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #12 on: August 26, 2017, 11:39:48 am »
[Lower Promenade]

Naira was in the middle of repacking her medkit and finishing her conversation with her cousin when a man came into the shop and started speaking to her. If it had not been for the sound of his voice, she might not have immediately recognized him. In the short time that Captain Adeyemi had been on the station, Naira couldn't remember having once seen him out of uniform or engaging in social activities outside of work. To her knowledge, he didn't socialize, with anyone, outside of work. So she didn't know what to think.

She stood up and straightened her uniform before answering him.

"Yes, actually," she indicated to the pregnant woman sitting next to her, "this is my cousin, Goutta, the woman standing outside is her mother. That's my cousin Ledi, dancing over there and the three young girls are my daughters."

Lurels and Aorua ran over to her still giggling, while their long colorful skirts trailed behind them. She smile at them. Then, she returned her attention to the captain.

"Sir, is there something we can help you with?"   

[Shop]

"I was stopping in to...say 'hello.'" I was ordered to, he almost added. Instead he went on:

"It is indeed a pleasure to meet you ladies. Naira is a valued member of our team." He said blandly, clearly ill at ease. "Uh, I am Captain Adeyemi, by the way. Malcolm."

Saying his first name left him feeling even more awkward. Desperately, the strong looking and formidable Starfleet CO glanced around.

"Have you all eaten? Taken a tour of the Station? Our civilian hospitality liaison used to be a former Vatican City tour guide. She's very entertaining and informative. I chose her myself, after a holiday to earth holy sites last year."

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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #13 on: August 26, 2017, 12:19:58 pm »
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"It's good to see you too," Jenna said with a smile. She put down the amp and her pedal board. "I like your hair today." Jenna smiled as she complimented Leanna. She felt a kinship to her when they first met. Though they had little time to actually chat, it was nice to actually have time to do that. She then took the guitar case off her back and showed her the guitar. "I cannot wait to play her proper in front of a crowd. She sounded so good back at the shop," She said.

It had been a while since she had a proper guitar to play on. Being that she was always traveling, she kept her effects small in quantity. However, since she came back to Star Fleet, she felt she could splurge and collect again. She wondered if she could maybe contact Makayla to patch things up. Seeing as it went well over talking to Caleb again. Her mind immediately wandered to Eliana in that moment. Maybe she could at least humor her with a small bit of conversation.

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Leanna smiled as Jenna returned the greeting and complimented her hair, it wasn't often that she received such compliments these days not that it mattered with certain situations but at the same time she wasn't going to turn it down. " Thank you Jenna I must admit I was hoping that I would bump into you as I enjoyed our last conversation " she replied as she then showed her the guitar and mentioned how she couldn't wait to play her in front of a crowd and how good it sounded back in the shop.

This gave Leanna an idea and decided to come right out with it as she had a feeling that Jenna might like the opportunity " Well how about you come play at Puzzles?, I'm wanting to have a live music night twice a week and I'm sure you'll get on with the other bands and singers I thinking of including plus we get to hang out a bit more " she said genuinely meaning it as she liked Jenna and how well they got on when she last visited the bar.

As she waited for her answer she couldn't help but pick up on her thoughts regarding Eliana and didn't want to pry but if she could help in getting them to talk then she was happy to do that without them knowing as was her way.




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Re: Cultural Appreciation Fair (open to anyone)
« Reply #14 on: August 26, 2017, 05:23:22 pm »
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The Ensign shot the Lieutenant Commander a look that could one shot kill a Borg cube. Maybe a breach of protocol, since he dwarfed her in rank. Then again, he wasn't stationed aboard the Starbase, nor was he in uniform. Even so, Vulcanoids, including Romulans, have extreme emotions. Romulans, like other Vulcanoids, also have a physical prowess far surpassing any non-augmented human. She struggled not to rip Eddy's head off and throw it at the Commander. Her eye even twitched a bit and she very very briefly began to tremble.

But E'Veece was in Starfleet for a reason. She was no dumby, nor was she impulsive, though Eddy was sorely testing her patience. So was the unknown Light Commander that just showed up. But she had an epiphany....

"Ah. My date for the evening has finally arrived."

She immediately walked away from Crewman Barton and wrapped her right arm about the stranger's left on, almost dainty and feminine like.

"I think I promised you a meal and a drink. Lead the way!"

Hopefully, the stranger wouldn't jerk his arm away or ruin things. Assuming he wouldn't, Eddy would stand there a bit stunned, maybe even heartbroken and crushed. His face went from socially inept happy to blank and pained.

"Well.... You better take good care of her...." he said as he would begin to walk away.

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Alex almost choked on a piece of tentacle, as the Ensign switched tacks with all the grace of a business savvy Ferengi. Rapidly recovering, he had the intuition to give the unfortunate man an apologetic smile, playing right along; while wholly unexpected, the female officer wasn't exactly unpleasant to look at. "I intend to, crewman. Have a nice evening."

With the show over, the flow of traffic eased considerably, enough so Alex was able to lead her out of earshot with relative ease, one arm entwined with her's and the other occupied by an half consumed skewer. A small alcove offered respite from the crowds, and he delicately disentangled himself from the ensign there. "What on Earth happened there?" Alex asked, finally allowing the bemused smirk which he had struggled so hard to conceal appear.

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