ZE/D02 - Crew Mess

[Paul]

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[Charlotte Dawes]

== Morning, breakfast time, before alpha shift. The new crew's first full day on board ==

The mess hall was starting to draw a small crowd ahead of alpha shift’s first full day on the Zephyr. Charlotte and Isabel had arrived early. They had both come straight from a morning workout, still dressed in their exercise clothes. After selecting food from the replicator the two sat down at a large table near the back, they meant to encourage people to join them, the location prime for watching people come and go in the morning rush.

Charlotte took the lid off of her smoothie and stirred the contents with her straw. “So, you were on the Bridge from the beginning yesterday then?” Charlotte turned to the young operations officer with interest. “What was it like up there?”

Isabel shrugged. “Pretty calm, all things considering. I mean don't get me wrong, that was a rush to launch, especially with a new crew turnover. I’ve never worked anything like it. But the Bridge itself, pretty calm. Commander Ameen was acting like it was another day on the Titania. You wouldn't have known.”

“I mean, I was nervous. But it certainly wasn't coming off the Bridge crew.” Isabel picked up a piece of toast and spread a dark colored jam on it. “The only senior staff announced that I didn’t really know was the security chief, but once we got everything underway, even he seemed to have a sense of humor.” Isabel took a large bite of her toast and reached for her coffee. She took a moment to swallow then asked. “What about you?”

Charlotte shook her head. “I didn’t catch the CMO yesterday, but I’m sure I’ll meet her soon enough. And probably the rest of the crew too. The worst thing about being on board during a new launch is rounding everyone up for physicals.”

Isabel nodded. “Yeah, she was on the Bridge. Your new middy from medical was there too. I didn’t catch his name. That’s probably why you missed her.”

Charlotte grinned. "A new midshipman in medical? Fun."

==Open Tag==

[Keir 77]

==Morning Breakfast Security Senior Chief Petty Officer Samantha Reagan==

The Crew mess was clearly of an older design and as such Samantha felt right at home. The smells, layout and tech were all a decade old and oh so familiar. As she was passing through the line an older food service crewman came up and added something to her plate without asking.

She was about to react until she recognized both the food on her tray and the grizzled old chef that put it there. "Damn Cliff I thought they had sent you off to a penal colony;" to which he replied in a growl, "No way I turned it down because I figured you'd be there selling your ass to the guards."
Putting her tray down they embraced, and it turned out that both had heard that the other had died. After a brief catch up Cliff returned to the kitchen and Sam headed over to a table with a familiar looking female Nurse.

The two women would see a very tall red-haired E-8 Security NCO. Charlotte remembered seeing her cozying up with Keir in the observation lounge. The two looked quite comfortable.

"Good morning, I'm Samantha, but Sam is ok, you're Charlotte right, Keir mentioned you?," She reached out her hand to shake Charlotte's and it would be then that the women caught the odor drifting from her rather large tray of food.

The redhead was well over six feet in height and was clearly very fit, but the pungent smell from her platter while not unpleasant was somewhat overwhelming. Noticing their reaction she grinned, "The Chef calls it Toxic Waste; and only the brave and foolish try it long enough to be able to enjoy it; would you like to try a spoonful?," she offered to the Nurse, and then turned to the other woman again offering a large hand which she shook gently.

"So, what is on your schedule today ladies?"

==Tags==

[Charlotte Dawes]

Charlotte looked up as a tall redhead approached the table.

"Good morning, I'm Samantha, but Sam is ok, you're Charlotte right, Keir mentioned you?."

"Hi, Sam. Yeah, that's right. Though my friends call me Char or Charlie. It's usually only Charlotte when I'm in trouble. Please sit down, there's plenty of room if you want to join us." Charlotte gestured to the open table. She couldn't help but notice some unusual items on the woman's tray. Samantha must have noticed Charlotte's curiosity, because Charlotte then found herself being offered a bite.  Charlotte held up a hand and shook her head slightly.

"Hi, I'm Izzy, Operations." The brunette sitting with Charlotte stood up slightly to shake the Vulcan hybrid's hand, before sitting back down.

"So, what is on your schedule today ladies?" Samantha asked.

"Bridge duty in about an hour for me. I haven't really filled my schedule up much beyond that," Izzy responded. "My schedule is still kind of in flux at the moment. So, I need to try to keep it open."

"Getting Sickbay organized should be pretty busy. We got up early to get a workout in this morning. We both like to try to keep some semblance of a routine when we can," Charlotte added. "What about you? Busy day?"

"And I'm sorry. What did you say that was? Toxic Waste? What is in it?" Charlotte finally asked. 

==Tag==

[Gath]

When Gath entered the Mess, he was not yet in uniform. His hair appeared still wet, as if he had showered in a real shower with hot water, but was in clean loose fitting workout attire. His shirt was sleeveless and his shorts came almost to his knees, but both revealed chiseled muscle tone. He approached a replicator and inserted an isolinear chip to select a menu option that it generated. The unit then took much longer than normal before finishing the process of producing a plate of food and a drink in a glass that actually had ice in it.

Taking the plate of food, it could still be heard sizzling from the temperature it had been created at. He pulled it close and inhaled deeply. A big smile formed on his face and what sounded almost like a growl came from him, but it was obviously a sound of approval as he headed to a table. As he set it down, it was evident that he had what appeared to be a juicy steak and several fried eggs next to it. The smell was a mixture of seared meat and hot spices. Those familiar would recognise that the eggs had a fair helping of chopped jalapeno sprinkled across them. The Klingon took a moment to savor the moment, pausing and breathing it in, like some kind of carnivorous prayer before attacking it. When he did begin to eat though, he was not the noisy barbarian that some might expect. Gath had wonderful table manners and produced his own cutlery for the task of cutting the steak as he ate like a gentleman. He said nothing, but the look on his face said he was really enjoying his meal.

Just then, a human from Tactical entered, Lt Krandall, his uniform crisp and neat. He got himself what smelled to be a raktajino and strode over to sit down across from Gath with a big smile. Gath said nothing at first, but paused his cutting and eating for perhaps a full two seconds, spent locking eyes with Krandall, before continuing. Gath was not used to people sitting down with him uninvited, but he appeared to take it in stride. Krandall began speaking, as if continuing a previous conversation, but Gath's expression implied there had been no such previous conversation.

"I'm sure that you have your own program you use, because you seem like that kind of guy with his training, but if I may be so bold, could I offer a suggestion?"

Gath's expression turned to more of a skeptical one as he replied, "Bold indeed...but continue..."

Krandall's smile widened, "Normally I'm not one for training programs I haven't installed myself, but I learned that there had been a Marine drop team assigned to this ship at one time and I thought to myself, they had to have trained while they were here, right?"

Gath stopped chewing and looked at him more seriously now, swallowed then added, "They would..."

Tom took a sip from his cup and then started talking more casually, using his hands and elaborating, "See, they needed to train for some very specific kinds of tactics and would have had some of their own software with them, but to use that, they would have to reconfigure the holodeck to accommodate...well, certain variables and allow it to handle simulated live fire and so on that can overwhelm some standard holodecks. A Holosuite wouldn't be able to handle any of it, but a deck can be configured for it. So I took a look and the framework is still there. If you have a solid program, you can scroll through to the design applications page and you'll find inputs for squad tactics for both red and blue complete with a small database of species, weapons and some rater creative simulation variables that I've never seen in a stock system before."

Gath continued to eat, having almost finished his hefty breakfast by now. In between bites, he commented, "You've run some of these simulations?"

Shrugging, he admitted, "I'm still trying to fit into the Tactical thing. I'm a pilot, but they won't let me fly fighters anymore. As a former Marine though, tactical is something you're taught to do on a battlefield. They don't let me do much of that either, but you seem like a boots on the ground kind of guy, so I'm just trying to plant the seeds of thought for someone who might have our best interests at heart. I also like to enjoy some company when I work out, it spices things up, don't you think?" He pointed at what little remained on the plate and added, "The peppers are a nice touch, I like mine like that too. If you're faced with field rations, hot sauce is the only thing that makes the stuff they call eggs edible."

Gath finally grinned and gave a nod, "They do add a nice little flavor, don't they." The grin widened some more, "Thanks, I'll have to check that out, Tom."

Looking slightly surprised, "You know who I am?"

That made Gath smile, "I'm the Chief of Security, I know everyone on this ship. You're a brave man to risk interrupting a Klingon when he's eating...I like that."

Now it was Tom's turn to smile.

== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical ==

[Keir 77]

==Security Senior Chief Petty Officer Samantha Reagan==

 
 Sam ate and listened to the women, both of whom appeared to be quite intelligent and competent; however, they did appear to be uneasy at first regarding her presence or perhaps intimidated?
 
 "Back before the consolidation of the Marines with Star Fleet Security I was a Sergeant Major and quite content, however the Federation felt that having Marines and Security were a redundancy, and we were all given an opportunity to join Starfleet. I chose to take the opportunity and have never looked back; now it's my job to protect all of you should you go on an away mission or the ship is boarded."
 
 As she finished her intro Charlotte asked about her unusual dish, bringing a smile to her face, "This, ?" she asked with a smile. "It is a dish that comes from his native Venezuela, would you like to try a bite?" Sam offered by pushing her plate towards the woman adding, "No worries, it isn't lethal and actually quite unforgettable."
 
Sam paused waiting for a decision and then excused herself; adding "I'm going to invite the two officers to join us."; and approached the nearby table. "Excuse me Sirs for interrupting; I am Samantha Reagan a senior NCO and my two new acquaintances and I noticed you sitting here and would like to invite you to join us," adding. "In the interest of getting to know our mutually new crewmates , "Sam pointed at the Medical and the Operations NCO's, "That is Charlotte and Izzy; care to share a table Sirs?"
 
==Tag==

[Gath]

== Including NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical ==

At hearing the invitation, Tom instantly smiled and replied, "How could I refuse such a generous offer from such attractive young women?"

Gath rolled his eyes at Tom as he stood and greeted Sam, "I'm pleased to meet you, Chief. You have an impressive file and my respect. We would be honored to join you and the other ladies. My name is Gath." Gesturing toward Tom he continued, "If he becomes too annoying, just let me know and I'll stun him."

Tom heard that and he looked at Gath with a bit of surprise. "Wait, you'll what?"

Gath smiled enough to show a couple of sharp teeth, "Don't worry, one of them is medical, you'll be fine."

For once, the smooth talker didn't appear to know what to say, though he was obviously trying hard to think up a snappy comeback. Gath just continued to smile and ignored Tom as he picked up his remaining food and changed tables.

As Gath joined the other table, he paused before taking a seat and said politely, "Greetings, ladies. My name is Gath. Thank you for the invitation to join you."

Tom tried to not be left out, "Hi, Tom Krandall. Fair warning, don't get a hand too close to Gath while he's eating, he almost bit me earlier."

Without missing a beat, Gath replied, "Tom, I hate to break it to you, but you're not my type. As far as harming you, don't worry, I won't do anything to you that medical can't fix."  Gath quickly looked to Ens Dawes with a look of mock concern, "You ARE trained in trauma care, right?"

This briefly shut Tom up again as the Tactical officer glanced between Gath and Charlotte, unsure if he was joking or not. Gath's toothy smile returned after a second. Tom wagged a finger at Gath, 'I can never be sure when you're joking and when you're not."

Gath finally took a seat as he simply added, "Good, that's intentional." He then shifted to a more pleasant tone as he said to the ladies, "I certainly hope that you're all getting settled in and find the ship to be your sanctuary against whatever else might be out there. It is my mission in life to make this ship your safe haven in the galaxy. If at any time you don't feel safe, then I want to know about it...and I will remedy that situation, with extreme prejudice on your behalf. That's my promise to you."

== Tags ==

[Evie O’Fee]

Walking into the crew mess Evie was no longer in uniform, she had a nice green skirt, and matching tank top. The Com badge was worn because of the regulations, but considering where she was it would have been worn anyways. The one thing that she wanted to do was get in a good breakfast to gather her thoughts, it was a big step for her here and she wanted to start it off good. 

While observing the surrounding area, she spotted a few people she knew. Charlotte and Isabel were together, and Evie always did love the name Isabel. She didn't have the opportunity meet the young lady, and it was better to meet like this. Not while she was on a slab where Evie would bring her back to health, those are always the worst introductions. 

Evie went close to Charlotte with a warm smile. "Good morning." Evie said but she looked like the night wasn't too kind to her, but her hair was kept pretty well. "Anyone know what is good here for breakfast?"  She had a few ideas about what to have, but was open to suggestions.

==Tag Charlotte==

[Charlotte Dawes]

== Including temp NRC Isabel Molina, Operations ==

Izzy and Charlotte looked at one another and shrugged as Sam excused herself from the table in a hurry, and both were surprised that the two officers she had invited returned with her to join them. They turned out to be a jovial pair, though Charlotte found herself wondering how much they were kidding around.

Charlotte smiled graciously at the Security Chief’s offer to take care of any safety concerns they may have.

“I appreciate that. Though, I’ll try to not need your assistance anytime soon. Any of you really," she added gesturing to Sam and Krandell. "No offense. Just as I’m sure you’d rather not need mine. Especially in the trauma ward,” Charlotte commented with a dry grin. “Name’s Charlie, Charlotte Dawes.”

“Isabel Molina, we were on the Bridge together yesterday,” Izzy chimed in. “I’m back on today. I’m guessing I’ll see you both again soon.”

As Izzy was getting acquainted with her fellow Bridge officers, Charlotte turned her attention to the Chief Medical Officer who had just walked over. “Good morning, Dr. O’Fee. Are you feeling okay? Have a seat, I can go get you something if you want.”

Charlotte pulled a chair out for the doctor who looked a little worse for wear. “I’m just having a smoothie, but the chef apparently made a Venezuelan dish that Sam said is pretty good.”

== tags ==

[Gath]

== Including NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical ==

Gath and Tom each introduced themselves again, when the CMO came over to introduce herself. Tom's nature was friendly and sometimes a little flirtacious, mixed with the degree of confidence that seemed to come with most experienced pilots. The CMO would recall Krandall's record, because it stood out. His had a caution of having three ejections from fighter craft, thus restricting him from future fighter combat, because of the cumulative abuse it inflicts on the body as a result.

Gath was polite, almost to a fault. He was rather unique, as Klingons go. Most were loud, boasting and looked for any excuse to tell you what house they were from and their long list of acolades. Gath was the opposite. He was polite to the point of almost charming and well groomed. Even his ridges were subtle enough that you almost forgot he was Klingon, once you got to talk with him. His non-verbals though, they spoke of pure predator. His eyes seemed to catch every movement and he was content to listen far more than he spoke. When he did speak, it tended to be in a deep and calming tone that had a surprisingly comforting effect.

Gath responded to the Ens Dawes with a warm grin, "You're quite right, Charlie. If fate smiles upon us, we hope to not test any of our various skills, but there is a sort of comfort in knowing that we're all experienced professionals at what we do. a smaller ship, like this one, tends to form a closer bond amoung the crew. I find it encouraging that we came together here this morning, in a place that rank is set aside. This bodes well for our future."

== NRC Ens Raven Singer, Engineering ==

A woman in coveralls came up behind Gath, holding a steaming mug and looking at the ssembled group, "Let me guess, you all are forming a book club. I didn't expect to hear a speech though, that's a twist." She glanced around with a warm and generous smile and even held up a hand, as if to wave, "Raven..."

Gath was sniffing the air, then asked, "What is that amazing smell?"

Raven replied, "Sorry, that's me. Fine...Hi, I'm Raven, I'm a coffee addict, it's been 30 seconds since my last sip and no, you can't save me as I won't allow it. When I die, there will likely be a steam cup beside me nd I don't care who knows it."

Gath turned with interest, "That's raktajino, but...I smell other..."

Raven pulled it out of his reach, as if he were going to try and take it, "Secret recipe, you can't have it. There's more of this running through my veins than blood."

Gath continued, "...spices...something I can't place..."

Raven rolled her eyes, pulled out a PADD and after a couple of key strokes a steaming mug materialized on the table in front of Gath. He inhaled deeply and a rumbling growl of approval came from him as he cautiously picked it up and gave it a sip. The growl deepened and he commented, quite impressed, "A true warrior's drink."

Raven chuckled, "My Nana would have gotten a good giggle at hearing that, but you're welcome. I'm still not giving you the recipe though."

Those around him could smell hints of dark chocolate, strong raktajino, some kind of hot pepper and a trace of a few other spices.

Raven then pointed at Tom and warned him, "You! Don't you break my ship, I know about you."

Tom was just biting into a danish and had his mouth stuffed, but looked around, as if she miust be scolding someone else. "Hmmf?"

Raven continued, wagging her finger, "You heard me, flyboy."

Tom just ate his danish and tried to look innocent.

Raven, looking to the ladies, as if they had been carrying on a conversation for hours, "So, any of you ladies ever play a game called billiards?"

== Tag to all ==

[Charlotte Dawes]

== Breakfast Group - Continue Next Posts to Shore Leave Subplots Thread ==

[Emery Tyris-McEntyre]

The new midshipman, Emery Tyris-McEntyre, made his presence known as he entered the crew mess. He dominated the space by his sheer size. He crossed over to the bank of replicators lining the wall and ordered a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage and steak. When the replicator beeped at him a moment later, he picked up his plate and walked to an empty table, took a seat and quietly began to eat.

“There’s your new doctor,” Isabel commented as the Caitian hybrid made his way to the replicator. Isabel put a hand up and waved the midshipman over. “You can join us, we don’t bite. You know Dr. O’Fee, and Charlie here works in medical too.”

“Sorry, I saw you on the Bridge yesterday. I’m Izzy, I work in ops,” Isabel clarified as Emery walked over.

Emery accepted the offered seat and sat his tray in front of him as he sat. “It’s nice to meet you Izzy.” The Caitian Hybrid nodded, smiled.


== temp NRC “Hijacking” done with permission/collaboration. ==

[Amila Ra'an]

==Fairwinds Lounge==

Amila was impressed as she walked into the Fairwinds Lounge. The space had already undergone a significant transformation as the staff made their preparations for the formal dinner. The flags of Starfleet, the United Federation of Planets, and Trill were on display. The staff were working diligently to clear out extra tables, as simple decorations were being placed on the head table.

She first found the chef and explained the change in the menu plans, and the reasons behind it. He received the news better than Amila had anticipated, and was more than happy to add more flavor and options to his plans for the dinner, the previous instructions having left him somewhat limited. He did make a point to let her know that it would be a lot of work to get everything accomplished by the evening, but she thought he seemed happy to be barking out orders as she left the kitchen.

She next wanted to focus on establishing a theme around the two worlds that diplomat C’had Kestir was to mediate between in three short weeks. Their original instructions had included a note that Kestir liked to prepare by cultural immersion. She asked that those flags be brought out to be put on display as well, and began working with the staff to change the visual aesthetic from simple Starfleet table settings, to incorporating visually interesting details from the two planets throughout the room.

Once the staff were tasked with their projects, Amila set to work on her own. She planned to set up two tables, or booths rather, to display and highlight important features from each planet. She hoped to find a few unique items worthy of replicating for display, and possibly for guests to tinker with. She also knew that she wanted holoimagers to project both land and city-scapes from the two planets in their respective booths. While she worked, she listened to songs from local musicians on the two worlds and began to curate a playlist for the dinner.


==Tag any to stop in==

[Keir 77]

==Posted in error==

[Torok Powl]

==Fairwinds Lounge==

Powl exited the turbolift and walked into the Fairwinds. Lieutenant Ra'an wasted no time and immediately directed her way to the chef and began communicating the now very different accommodations that would need to be observed very quickly. Powl went in a slightly different direction to observe the setup for the musical production.

Upon observation it seemed that the list of musical options were strictly limited to the two worlds.

"Lieutenant, as I am not as familiar with all of the culture propriety of these two worlds, would it not be prudent to include some music that may be from other parts of the galaxy that are similar in nature to our guests? While they will, of course, be partial to the music they already know; there has been significant studies shown that mutually shared experiences can form bonds. Since the music from other worlds would be new to both sides, they could have a shared experience in both of them experiencing new music that they may have not heard."

While talking Torok Powl had begun typing on his PADD to cross reference music from known artists within the Federation that may share similar styles but uniquely different in subtle way.

[Amila Ra'an]

"Lieutenant, as I am not as familiar with all of the culture propriety of these two worlds, would it not be prudent to include some music that may be from other parts of the galaxy that are similar in nature to our guests? While they will, of course, be partial to the music they already know; there has been significant studies shown that mutually shared experiences can form bonds. Since the music from other worlds would be new to both sides, they could have a shared experience in both of them experiencing new music that they may have not heard."

Amila began nodding enthusiastically as Ensign Powl shared his thoughts.

"You know, you're completely right. People will have more fun if they know the songs that we're playing. That's a great point," she said agreeably. "I got a little too hyper-focused on the cultural immersion notes, but this is a dinner party in our guest's honor. We should make it fun. There will be plenty of time for work later. Do you have some suggestions? Anything that you like that you'd want to add?" She asked.

"You can call me Amila," she added. "I really prefer it over ranks and formalities. Especially when we're off duty, or just sitting around talking like this." Amila placed her PADD to the side. "Ranks can be so impersonal, don't you think?"

She glanced casually at the Ensign's PADD, as she wondered what he'd been typing.

==Tag==

[Torok Powl]

"Do you have some suggestions? Anything that you like that you'd want to add?"

Powl nodded.  He had been gradually compiling works complete with an extensive playlist largely compiled with a cross reference from a library of music on Risa.

"Indeed, I consulted an extensive database containing critical notes that point to several key characteristics of styles of music.  I created an algorithm that evaluated the different styles of music from both of our targeted worlds and assembled the list that has music that carries similarities, while also new pieces in it that is 64.6% more likely to invoke a positive response.  This database came from Risa. 

I selected Risa as it is known as the ideal vacation resort.  As such, I would venture an educated guess that their database encapsulates many cultures and different styles from all over the galaxy.  Since Risa's primary mission is to ensure the enjoyment of its guests, it is therefore a reasonable conclusion that they would have the necessary information to guarantee said enjoyment."

Powl paused a moment as it seemed that Ra'an wanted to articulate a point.

"You can call me Amila," she added. "I really prefer it over ranks and formalities. Especially when we're off duty, or just sitting around talking like this." Amila placed her PADD to the side. "Ranks can be so impersonal, don't you think?"

Powl paused for just a moment to verify with his own recollection of Star Fleet uniform code. 

As far as I know, there is no provision within Star Fleet forbidding the use of familiarity outside of working hours.

Torok then looked back at Amila.  "Very well, Lieu...., Amila."  

A rare instance in which he misspoke.  Clearly this change of approach was going to need some getting used to.  During the time he had been pondering the legalities of such informal salutations, Amila had worked her way closer to his PADD.  Although he was not hiding any of the information present, he was simultaneously monitoring the ships progress and critical mission components per his orders, and compiling the already extensive list from Risa.  

"I found Risan Sunrise, Paradise in Space, and Finally got to Risa to all have increased chances of invoking the positive response from our guest.  Further, from his behavior, he seemed to have a preference for some of the very accommodations that you can expect to encounter on Risa."

He turned the PADD around and handed it to Amila.  

"Please, feel free to observe the progress yourself.  Currently there are approximately 150 different titles that can be utilized while also compiled with an estimation of the potential of the song yielding a positive result next to it.  I have arranged the songs from most likely at the top cascading down with less likely."

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila took the PADD from Torok and looked at the list quizzically. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it, and furrowed her brow and thought about what she was looking at some more. She almost laughed, but stopped herself, worried that Torok would think she was laughing at him.

“Wait, you wrote an algorithm that can put a percentage on how people react to a playlist?” She asked incredulously. “That’s not…” Amila’s brow furrowed, then she changed her tone, and nodded encouragingly, “I mean, I love where your head is at. This is a great start, but you can’t put an algorithm on a good time. It’s just something you feel, you know. When it comes to playlists, it should be something that makes you want to sing along, or even dance.”

She handed the PADD back to Torok. “What exactly is a ‘positive response’ in your world - your algorithm anyway? Just curious, have you ever sung along or danced to a song?”

She was smiling and watching his expression intently as she waited expectantly for his response. 


==Tag==

[Keir 77]

Amila's comm. badge chirped and a familiar, but slightly bored sounding voice came over the comm.

[Keir to Lieutenant Ra'an. How goes the preparations; anything needed or missing?  Just checking in.]

[Torok Powl]

In a stereotypical example of Vulcan logic, Torok failed to understand Amila's rejection of his list.  He was quite sure he had double checked his algorithm to ensure that it was precise. 

“Wait, you wrote an algorithm that can put a percentage on how people react to a playlist?”

Her tone was that of incredulity.  "Certainly, with the vast database of selection present, there was a need to find the most suitable matches quickly."

She took the PADD to look at the list.  “That’s not…” Amila’s brow furrowed, then she changed her tone, and nodded encouragingly, “I mean, I love where your head is at. This is a great start, but you can’t put an algorithm on a good time. It’s just something you feel, you know. When it comes to playlists, it should be something that makes you want to sing along, or even dance.”

Torok was taken aback by the question.  He surmised that his ability or experience in music and festivities should not be an indication of whether the algorithm was faulty. 

"Lieute....Amila.  I am afraid I sincerely don't understand.  How do you FEEL like you want to sing along or dance.  This sensation is alien to me."

She handed the PADD back, and he immediately began check the readouts from his station that were forwarded to his PADD.  All seems normal so far.

“What exactly is a ‘positive response’ in your world - your algorithm anyway? Just curious, have you ever sung along or danced to a song?”

Torok was once again stunned by the question.  In fact I have not.  There was always more time needed for more critical tasks.  Exploring music and song has always been a lower priority.

"Let me answer in proper order.  Positive response is measurable result that can be observed on a patient scan when listening to the selected musical arrangement.  The areas of happiness or pleasure will be active during a positive response.  To the latter question...no."

[Amila Ra'an]

"Let me answer in proper order.  Positive response is measurable result that can be observed on a patient scan when listening to the selected musical arrangement.  The areas of happiness or pleasure will be active during a positive response.  To the latter question...no."

Powl's response was clinical, measured, much as Amila expected. But she wasn't dismissive of his answers, rather she was listening to them carefully, trying to grasp the Vulcan's point of view. She knew Vulcans had feelings, suppression was different than none at all, but perhaps they were suppressed to such a point that music didn't touch Torok on an emotional level.

"Okay, but Vulcans appreciate music, do they not?" Amila attempted a response to Torok when a message from the Bridge interrupted her train of thought.

[Keir to Lieutenant Ra'an. How goes the preparations; anything needed or missing?  Just checking in.]

Amila sighed at the slight interruption. "I'll get back you. Hold that thought, I'm not done with you," she told Torok as she held up a finger as if to bookmark her place in their conversation. She then tapped her comm badge to respond to the First Officer's inquiry.

"Lieutenant Ra'an to Commander Keir: Smooth as can be down here. Everything is good to go, we're really just working on details like music and such right now. But, all the important stuff is locked in and taken care of. The lounge is in order, and the meal service is on schedule as planned."

Amila turned back to Torok, a whimsical grin now forming on her face. "Anyway, I was just thinking, your voice is just like another musical instrument to be played. Why not give singing a try?"

As she waited for his response she thought of how she might teach the Vulcan to sing, should he let her.

I hope he buys into this. This could be so much fun. 

==Tag==

[Amila Ra'an]

==Fairwinds Lounge, Later that evening: Welcome Dinner==

The lounge had been transformed for the special dinner being held to welcome Mediator C'had Kestir on board. Three buffet tables beautifully current displayed a variety of appetizers. Small high top tables were situated strategically in the lounge, giving people places to gather and mingle before sitting down for the main meal. Servers stood poised with trays of wine, ready to walk the room once guests started to arrive. Moxi, the Bolian bartender, was making small talk with the staff, a cacophony of different shaped bottles with different colored synthaholic liquors on display behind her.

Amila walked into the lounge early, anxious to make sure that there were no glitches and that the atmosphere remained upbeat and lively. She'd changed into her dress uniform per the Captain - Commander Ameen's orders, but she always felt a little out of place in it. Stiff. She tugged on her collar a little and reminded herself to relax her shoulders. 

Commander Ameen, he'd likely be here soon. They'd been so stiff, so formal with one another, which worked on the Bridge. She wondered how this evening would go. He'd be entertaining the guest of honor of course, she'd be best to make introductions and focus on the others in the room. If she could. Ever since their evening together she'd found her thoughts frequently drifting towards him, distracted by his presence when he was near.

Snap out of it Amila. Look around the room. Something is missing. Why is it so quiet?

The playlist!

She and Ensign Powl had spent a considerable amount of time on it earlier. "Computer, play Welcome Dinner Playlist Powl/Ra'an 60 decibels."

We're ready to start, she thought. She nodded as she looked around the room. It felt much better with the music, it added to the atmosphere. She made her way over to where the dinner staff were staged and began visiting with them while they waited for every one else to arrive. 

==Open tags for everyone to arrive, grab a bit and mingle==

[Morad Ameen]

The doors to the Fairwinds Lounge slid open, and Morad Ameen stepped inside. He had taken his time getting ready, ensuring every detail of his Class A dress uniform was perfect. The crisp, gray tunic with its white shoulder yoke and sharp red piping of the command division felt formal, even a bit stiff, but that was the point. Tonight was about projecting authority and unwavering professionalism.

Funny how my preloaded dress uniform to the replicator was that of Engineering with a Lieutenant Commander pip... I've never had the chance to wear the command one on the Titania, that or I found a way to get out of doing it...  Either way, it is odd how fast the time flies... 
 
He paused for a moment, taking in the scene. Well, I'll be damned, he thought, a flicker of genuine surprise and appreciation running through him. Amila and her team have really outdone themselves. The lounge was barely recognizable. The soft lighting, the mingling music from the playlist she and Powl had put together, the smartly arranged tables... it all created an atmosphere of sophisticated diplomacy. Exactly what I was hoping for...

His eyes scanned the room and quickly found her. Amila. She was speaking with some of the staff, looking every bit the part of a senior officer in her own dress uniform. She looks... incredible. Even more so than usual. He felt that familiar pull, the desire to just walk over and have a normal, easy conversation, but he pushed it down. Not now. Not here. You're the CO. She's the CSO. That's all anyone can see tonight...

He straightened his tunic and walked into the room with a confident stride. He made his way towards Ra'an, his expression one of a pleased host.

"Amila," he said as he approached, his voice calm and appreciative. "You and your team have done an outstanding job. The lounge looks magnificent. You've perfectly captured the professional and welcoming tone we need for this evening." He gave her a formal, yet warm, nod of approval.

He then took a quick look around the room again. 

"I don't see our guest of honor yet. Or the rest of the senior staff." He said.

Good. A few more minutes to prepare before the real show begins...

== Tag ==

[Amila Ra'an]

She noticed him as soon as he walked in. How could she not. He was the commanding officer of the vessel which always carried with it a certain presence. An energy he wore well. But, Amila had been noticing his energy in a room long before this mission. Well before the night he'd asked her out. He began to cross the room, making a direct approach toward her. She straightened herself and pretended not to notice until it was time for her to posture herself at attention.

"Amila," Ameen said as he approached, his voice calm and appreciative. "You and your team have done an outstanding job. The lounge looks magnificent. You've perfectly captured the professional and welcoming tone we need for this evening." He gave her a formal, yet warm, nod of approval.

Amila. Really, in public. She was distracted for a moment by the way he'd shifted to using her first name again - something he'd avoided since she'd been placed under his command.

"I don't see our guest of honor yet. Or the rest of the senior staff." He said.

"It's still early yet," Amila replied, trying to reflect the casual calmness he was currently displaying. "Anytime though. The buffet is open."

==Tag==

[Evie O’Fee]

The doors to the Crew Mess opened with Evie accompanied by Keti, both of them were in the dress uniform of their department. Her shoes and the buckle of her dress uniform were buffed to a mirror shine, she was obsessed with making things like this shine. Evie had her arm in his as they entered, they were not in a relationship but they were good friends from the past. Evie had noticed that there wasn't many people there yet, just the Commanding Officer and Ra'an. They appeared to be in a conversation about the decorations, but Evie could detect something a little more.

"Hello Captain and Ra'an." Evie started. "Here I thought we were going to be the cute couple, a tall ginger with a short ginger. If anything goes wrong it will be a ginger snap squared." She was making a joke at her own expense, but it didn't really matter to her.

"The room looks real nice for the event, I am sure everyone will love it in here. I hope that there is some good Irish Stew here, it makes every event better." These events can be dull with a lot of speeches that a few people might lightly snore through.

"Our Guest of honor is going to be late tonight, he was recently introduced to being fashionably late.... OK that person was me, on the other hand all he had for clothing was meant for a lady. He is picking out a outfit for tonight's date, I am sure both of them were going to look stunning like you two do." A lifetime in the pub environment gave her an almost Betazoid amount of empathy. "Don't worry if you want to live by the old Captains code, I wont stop you." 

Looking around the room for a second Evie was looking for seating arrangements, if they had arrangements for departments or mixed together. Soon she noticed the bartender on standby. "I would like an ounce of whiskey mixed with more. No Ice I always hate that." In other words it was a double of whiskey.   

==Tags==

[Amila Ra'an]

While Evie was waiting for her drink, Amila took the opportunity to ask questions she'd been dying to ask Ameen since he'd returned from meeting the Mediator, but forced professional distance had prevented her.

"So, you've met the Mediator then?" Amila asked curiously. "C'had Kestir? What's he like? From What I hear, he seems like he could be an interesting passenger to have on board for the next few weeks?"

==Tag==

[Keir 77]

==FO Quarters==
 
 With Samantha's assistance Keir had managed to squeeze into hir new Command dress uniform. It wasn't that it did not fit but every button and clasp was engaged for the very first time and try as s/he might to deny it; there was a substantial amount of unexpected stress attached to the entire event. 
 
 This would be the first time that Keir had attended any shipboard event or ceremony as a Command level officer and the proverbial butterflies were the size of eagles and flying acrobatically in her stomach. But finally, all seemed well and with a peck on the cheek from Samantha s/he headed for the mess.
 
==Crew Mess--
 
 Entering; Keir noted that Cdr Ameen and Lt Ra'an were speaking with each other and the CMO on her way to the Bar. That would have been hir first choice but protocol required that the FO should greet the Captain first at such gatherings and as s/he got closer Keir allowed a genuine smile to warm hir face.
 
 "Greetings Commander, someone should work out a way to make dress uniforms more comfortable, unless that IS intentional." 
Pausing to scan the room s/he gave a nod of respect to Amila adding "It looks like you and your team pulled off a small miracle. The setting looks amazing. Congratulations Lieutenant Ra'an to you and your team as well. I can hardly recognize the room." S/he added with a genuine smile.
 
 Looking around hir gaze returned to the two officers, "So has our guest of honour ghosted us?"
 
==Tag==

[Evie O’Fee]

While waiting on her drink there was a part of her wanted to go to the other side, she spent a lot of time behind one while growing up. It was a different feeling being the receiver of drinks, and not being the mixologist. Naturally there was also someone who wanted to know about the Guest of Honor.

"So, you've met the Mediator then?" Amila asked curiously. "C'had Kestir? What's he like? From What I hear, he seems like he could be an interesting passenger to have on board for the next few weeks?" Ra'an asked.

It took more than a second to answer the question. "Yes I have had the..." It wasn't often that Evie was at a loss for words, this was one of those times. "That's one way of putting it." Evie started attempting to find the words, the ones that she wanted to use were probably the worst ones of all as they normally would be.

Then the big piece that had originally alluded her came into play, observations that she would have made while behind the bar. "Interesting isn't the word I would use to describe him, he came across as someone whose only interested in the old in and out. My first instinct was to smack him for treating Sickbay as some kind of Brothel, where he can scratch the old itch treating the other like they were disposable." This also described the behavior of youth discovering their bodies.

"Imagine this you suddenly woke up as a man, there is a whole new set of sensations to explore. What is the one thing you would want to do first?" It was a question she didn't think of until now. While Evie was going through the explanation Keir joined them.

"Greetings Commander, someone should work out a way to make dress uniforms more comfortable, unless that IS intentional." Evie had a grin that was hard to hide. "Silk and lace Commander. Between the uniform and skin is a layer of silk and Lace, it makes even this uniform a little more comfortable." It wasn't a fix for everyone but it worked for her."

There was still a bit of a silence before Keir spoke again  "It looks like you and your team pulled off a small miracle. The setting looks amazing. Congratulations Lieutenant Ra'an to you and your team as well. I can hardly recognize the room." S/he added with a genuine smile.
 
 Looking around hir gaze returned to the two officers, "So has our guest of honor ghosted us?"

"If my guess is right he is late because he needs clothes that are not fitted for a woman, and exploring new sensations with our newest Doctor. I just hope he isn't collateral damage when the sensations are explored." Evie did warn him about it in an earlier conversation, it all starts with excitement and pleasure. Until it all comes crashing down with tears and depression, ten gallons of ice-cream with enough alcohol to kill a whole herd of horse.

[Morad Ameen]

The arrival of his Chief Medical Officer and First Officer brought the simmering topic of their guest of honor to a full boil. Ameen listened, his expression carefully neutral, as Dr. O'Fee gave her rather... blunt assessment of Mediator Kestir. He then caught Keir's comment about the uncomfortable dress uniforms.

He offered his First Officer a wry, sympathetic smile. 

"I think the discomfort is an intentional feature, Commander. Keeps us on our toes." He gave a nod of agreement regarding the room. "And I agree, Lieutenant Ra'an and her team have done an incredible job."

His attention then turned back to the main subject, prompted by Amila's direct question from a few moments ago. 

"What's he like?" she'd asked. Well, that's the million-credit question, isn't it?..

"To answer your question, Lieutenant," Ameen said, his voice calm and measured for the benefit of the small group, "Mediator Kestir is... energetic. Very confident." He chose his words carefully, deciding not to engage directly with Dr. O'Fee's more colorful description. "He is also the key to this entire mission. Our job is to provide him with a supportive and professional environment so he can do his."

He then addressed Keir's question about their guest being a no-show, and O'Fee's theory. "The Doctor is correct," Ameen confirmed. "Our guest is still preparing. I believe he was in need of a new wardrobe, given the circumstances. I expect he'll join us shortly."

And I expect he'll make an entrance, Ameen thought. This whole evening is an exercise in managing chaos. But it's our chaos to manage...

He gestured towards the bar where the Bolian, Moxi, was waiting. 

"In the meantime, let's not let these excellent preparations go to waste. Please, everyone, get a drink. Mingle."

He gave Amila a brief, appreciative look, a silent 'thank you' for her work. He then lowered his voice slightly, his tone shifting from that of a commander addressing his staff to something a little more personal, though still quiet and professional. 

"Amila," he said, "since you're the architect of all this... would you join me for that first drink while we wait?"

== Tag ==

[Amila Ra'an]

People were starting to shuffle into Fairwinds Lounge as expected, with Keir making hir appearance as Amila was asking the doctor to tell her a little more about the Mediator. Amila's eyes widened at the Doctor's bluntness, and she was afraid to even turn to Morad as Evie talked about Kestir treating Sickbay like a brothel. Such topics didn't typically embarrass her, but with him standing there she was certain that she was half a step away from blushing and was starting to regret she had asked in his company.

Thankfully Keir had offered a reprieve from the topic of Kestir by commenting on the dress uniforms. Amila had to agree. She could barely stand them herself.

"Greetings Commander, someone should work out a way to make dress uniforms more comfortable, unless that IS intentional," Keir had addressed the Captain before turning to Amila. "It looks like you and your team pulled off a small miracle. The setting looks amazing. Congratulations Lieutenant Ra'an to you and your team as well. I can hardly recognize the room."

Amila smiled graciously as she answered honestly, "Thanks, but the staff here did most of the work, they were already on it. I just shifted directions a bit when we heard Kestir was now gracing us as a more youthful spirit," She lowered her voice as she added, "And I totally agree about the uniforms. They are awful."

She continued to try to play it cool and professional in Ameen's presence, despite the new territory of the social atmosphere they were now in. She tried to detach herself a bit from the situation as she listened to him address everyone in their small group and the various comments that they had raised, but then he said her name again. Her first name. In public.

"Amila..." Her name on his lips. The sound of his voice speaking it out loud now sent a warmth through her. She doubted he had any idea what that did to her.

"Since you're the architect of all this... would you join me for that first drink while wait?"

It was a public invitation. One that could have been asked to any senior officer in her stead. But it hadn't been. A quiet secret between the two of them. And well, Keir. Amila glanced ever so slightly in hir direction, expecting disapproval, caution maybe. But they would be professional despite the pounding in Amila's chest.

"Of course, Commander," Amila replied. She was too nervous to smile just yet, but it was for the best. Her smile gave away so much when it comes to him. She simply gave him a simple nod in the direction of the bar, her eyes revealing a bit more than she realized.

==tag==

[Gath]

== Jumping to this timeline while the introductions on the Bridge get sorted out. ==

Gath had made a quick stop at his quarters to change into his dress uniform. He was not a big fan of the dress uniform, but understood the formalities and that certain traditions had to be maintained. He endured it, when the need was there. The uniform wasn't as impractical as some he had seen. These were at least functional.

He moved around the room, taking in all of the changes and trying to anticipate the best vantage point for him to observe from before the place started filling up with people.

[Morad Ameen]

Amila’s simple nod of acceptance, her eyes revealing more than her words, sent a wave of quiet relief through Ameen. He offered her a small, genuine smile in return, one that was just for her, not for the Commander of the ship.

"Good," he said, his voice low. He gave a slight gesture towards the bar. "After you, Lieutenant."

They walked the few steps to the bar together, a small, private bubble in the slowly filling lounge. The Bolian bartender, Moxi, gave them a professional smile.

"Commander. Lieutenant," she greeted them.

"I'll have a Saurian Brandy, neat," Ameen ordered, then turned to Amila. "What can I get for you?"

While Moxi prepared the drinks, Ameen leaned just a fraction closer to Amila, his voice a quiet murmur meant only for her. "Seriously, Amila, you and your team... you did an amazing job with this place. It looks incredible." He paused, his gaze softening a bit. "This is... a little strange, isn't it? Trying to act like just the CO and CSO at a formal dinner after... everything."

It is torture... 

He waited for her response, the low thrum of the background music and the quiet chatter of the other arriving officers feeling a world away for that one brief moment.

== Tag Ra'an ==

[Evie O’Fee]

At this time Evie started to think about how to tone things down a little, as she took a sniff of the drink again it reminded her of what felt like simpler times. Now it was time to adapt to her surroundings, something that had been made clear twice in this day. As far as she was aware the language was toned down for people, it just wasn't scaled back enough. Right now the biggest issue for her was making it through the evening, a time where pleasantries were going to be more important than the truth.

 All of this was going to take some time to achieve, much like working at the Pub it all took time. She had to get through this evening without putting people off, the main purpose was to not make things worse with the Guest of Honor. Their paths had crossed at least once, but the result wasn't the best. He wasn't there at this time, but soon he should be. Emery was going to be with him as they both entered, who had the perfect tone to compliment these dress uniforms. 

Fortunately she had someone with her that could be her guide to the crew, he knew enough of the crew to be helpful. "Keti lets go for a walk of our own." She made it a point not to get close to the Captain and Chief Science Officer, she seemed to be a good Officer that had the respect of Keti.  "Commander." Evie said while the two left arms linked still.

"Nothing has really gone right since I have arrived, people have been nice enough about it. I am just not entirely sure what to do or say." Evie said with an unusual amount of doubt.

Keti looked down with a slight smile. "This is because you are still relying on a two person system, there is only one of you and I bet she is going through the same problem." Twins sometimes had this problem, more so when they were always together.

"Just give them time, they will come around to like you eventually. It is just they need help with that, it is just things you say can be off-putting." Keti meant well with his advice that should help her in the long run.

"My friend I will do my best to work on that, we should just enjoy the evening right now." All Evie wanted to do was get a better feel for the crew, this was the best time to do so.

==If anyone wants to join in feel free- Has anyone seen the GM?==

[Amila Ra'an]

==Near the bar with Commander Ameen==

"I'll have a Saurian Brandy, neat," Ameen ordered, then turned to Amila. "What can I get for you?"

Amila couldn't help but give Ameen a look as he placed his drink order, adoration with just a hint of mischief behind a grin that was barely suppressed.

"I'll have a dirty martini, please." Amila smiled at the barter as she said her order, then turned her attention back to Ameen. He leaned just slightly closer to her - she felt it more than she actually saw a physical difference in distance. She was drawn to him, but she resisted the urge - she was both keenly aware that the lounge was filling with people, yet at the same time when he spoke to her she felt as if they were alone in the room. It was just him.

His voice was low, a quiet murmur meant only for her. "Seriously, Amila, you and your team... you did an amazing job with this place. It looks incredible." He paused, his gaze softening a bit. "This is... a little strange, isn't it? Trying to act like just the CO and CSO at a formal dinner after... everything."

Her breath caught in her chest, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Strange didn't begin to describe what she was feeling right now. She was relieved to hear that he still felt it too.

"Sure, strange might be one way to describe it," she replied. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. She knew her eyes had probably lingered on his just a little too long, so she gave him a tiny nod before looking bashfully to the floor, then over casually to the bartender as she was shaking her martini.

==Tag, ==

[Charlotte Dawes]

Charlotte had grabbed Izzy on her way to the dinner. Neither were sure how long they would stay, and both were positive that neither would be noticed if they ducked out shortly after food if the party turned out lame.

"Oh, hey look Gath made it here already," Charlotte pointed out. "He got called away to work with the new security officer. I thought he might be awhile. Let's go bug him for a minute."

"Yeah, sure. He seemed alright at breakfast the other day," Izzy replied as they started walking his way.

The two weaved their way through the growing crowd of crew toward the perimeter of the room where it was easier to make their approach toward the Klingon security chief. When they finally got within earshot Charlotte called out, "Hey there, Chief. How does it look out there? Keeping us safe from all the monsters?"

Izzy shook her head and rolled her eyes at Charlotte's comment. "Hey," she said with a smile. "Don't mind my weird friend. Your hands look empty, can we get you something to drink?" She asked.

==Tag==

[Gath]

Those who had spent much time around Gath would notice the subtle changes in his expression as he replied to Charlotte, "He who fights against monsters must take care, lest he thereby become a monster." His sly grin became more obvious as he added, "Though, for tonight, I think we are reasonably safe."

When Izzy suggested a drink, He turned to her an responded, "How can I refuse such an offer from such welcome company? I think I might go for a lightly spiked Tranya. I hear it goes well with tequila." It was a rare moment that Gath was known to drink and it had never been seen while in uniform.

== Tag to Izzy & Charlotte ==

[Morad Ameen]

The Bolian bartender, Moxi, slid their drinks across the bar with a professional smile – the Saurian Brandy for him, the dirty martini for her. Ameen picked up his glass, the amber liquid catching the soft light of the lounge. He saw Amila’s reaction, the way she looked down, a little bashful, after agreeing that things were strange.

She feels it too. This awkwardness. Good. At least I'm not the only one.

He leaned in again, keeping his voice low, creating a small bubble just for the two of them amidst the growing noise of the lounge. He could hear Dr. O'Fee's voice nearby, already giving a rather blunt assessment of their guest. He chose to ignore it for now. This moment was more important.

"Yeah, 'strange' is putting it mildly," he murmured, a wry smile touching his lips. "I feel like I'm trying to follow two sets of regulations at once: Starfleet's, and whatever this mission's unwritten rules are."

He took a small sip of his brandy, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "But... I'm glad you're here, Amila. Seeing you handle the preparations for this dinner, taking charge... it's been the one part of the last few days that's felt... right."

He let the comment hang in the air, a simple, honest statement. It was as much as he could say, here and now, but he wanted her to know.

== Tag Ra'an ==

[Emery Tyris-McEntyre]

Emery entered the crew mess, straightening his dress uniform. The Ambassador though, was not with him. He was alone, looking around for anyone he knew. He looked nervous, not one for crowds, he had that look about him that he felt out of place in the situation. He waved to Charlotte as he spotted her. His only real friend aboard, for now. He walked over with that same nervous energy, knowing that she'll probably ask about the Ambassador.

== TAG Charlotte ==

[Charlotte Dawes]

A warm glimmer of recognition crossed Charlotte's face as Gath replied to her comment. "He who fights against monsters must take care, lest he thereby become a monster." His sly grin became more obvious as he added, "Though, for tonight, I think we are reasonably safe."

She and Gath both turned to Izzy as she asked if Gath wanted a drink. After the chief security officer requested a lightly spiked Tranya, Izzy turned to Charlotte and asked, "Amaretto sour?"

Charlotte grinned and nodded. "You know me so well. Sounds great."

As Izzy skipped off Charlotte turned to Gath. "And if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

"You didn't first read that in Klingon, did you?" She asked curiously.

==Tag Gath==


Emery walked up to the group as Izzy returned with drinks. She handed Charlotte and Gath theirs.

"Hey, it's Emery, right? Dr. McEntyre?" Izzy asked, checking that she had the name correct. "Can I go get you something to drink?" Izzy asked.

==Tag Emery==

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila barely noticed the bartender placing her drink in front of her. She knew this time with Ameen couldn't last long. He'd need to mingle with the guests, take command of the event. She didn't know when she'd be able to steal another moment with him, and she wanted to be present, savoring the seconds to see if any of them could will away some of the awkwardness they had been feeling.

As he leaned in toward her again she felt her heart skip a beat, the energy between them taking her back to the night they spent in Syria, then out on the water. He spoke keeping his voice low, creating a small bubble just for the two of them amidst the growing noise of the lounge. She was wrapped up in it. Wrapped up in him.

"Yeah, 'strange' is putting it mildly," he murmured, a wry smile touching his lips. "I feel like I'm trying to follow two sets of regulations at once: Starfleet's, and whatever this mission's unwritten rules are."

Amila deflated a little. He hadn't said anything that hadn't been on her mind as well. It had been at the forefront since she first reported to him as the Commanding Officer of the mission. It was the reason that it was strange between them. Awkward. She had just let herself hope that for a stolen second that they could forget about regulations and rules. She didn't mean to do anything inappropriate in front of the growing crowd, but just to think - if even for a moment - that they weren't walking on some dangerous precipice.

When Ameen took a small sip of his brandy, Amilla reached over and touched the base of her martini glass. She still hadn't touched her drink. He continued, speaking to her gently, less like a Commander, and more like something else even though he still spoke of work. "But... I'm glad you're here, Amila. Seeing you handle the preparations for this dinner, taking charge... it's been the one part of the last few days that's felt... right."

He let the comment hang in the air, a simple, honest statement. It was as much as he could say, here and now, but he wanted her to know.

Amila nodded, acknowledging the compliment as she took a heavy breath. She then shrugged, brushing the accolades away.

"You know, you were all on open comms for a bit when the Mediator first arrived. Torok turned them off when it seemed like things were turning awkward," she admitted. "But from what we heard, it was clear a lot of our preparations needed to be scrapped. I knew you and the F-O had bigger picture items to think about, but from a practical standpoint we still needed to start from the beginning. Parties are easy - and the staff did all of the work."

This though, standing here not being able to say what I'm really thinking about, is not so easy, she thought.

She reached for the stem of her glass, picking it up and finally taking a sip. She turned toward the crowd, breaking the bubble they'd created, though the tension between them remained, the pull she felt toward him undeniable in any sized room, regardless of the distance between them. "I suppose our guest of honor wants to show up fashionably late so he can make an appearance," she quipped. "He seems like the type." Amila turned only her head back toward Ameen and dropped her voice to a low murmur, "You were the 'tall, dark and handsome,' he was referring to, I take it?" She asked, her mischievous grin back along with the sparkle in her eyes.

==Tag Ameen==

[Gath]

Gath offered to Charlotte, "If you enjoy Amaretto, might I suggest trying it mixed with pineapple juice over ice. The acidic juice mixed with the sweet of the Amaretto actually balances out quite nicely. It is also a drink that has relatively little alcohol, so if you're trying to remain relatively sober, you can make it last a while and as the ice melts, it makes the drink last longer with most people none the wiser. It's a little trick I picked up while trying to keep my wits about me while playing poker."

His devilish grin returned as he then replied to her comment, "Although I have heard the quote in Klingon, I have no problem crediting the original human author. I would not say that I would have enjoyed the company of Mister Nietzsche, but some of his writings give good food for thought. Klingon art and philosophy tends to be harsher and more direct, which pushes away most people. Although I understand why this is so, I don't always agree with it. An ancient Klingon saying that seems to have been lost over the ages, translates very closely to, 'The smart dog does not bark before it bites.' A true warrior does not announce themself when they enter a room. An old human quote that made me smile when I heard it was that you should always be polite and professional, but have a plan to kill everyone in the room."

Izzy then returned with their drinks as Emery joined them as well. After giving him a moment to answer about a drink, Gath asked, "Did you have any luck helping our guest find something appropriate to wear for the occasion? I have to sympathize with the fact that only a few days ago, he was in the body of a frail old woman and is now a fit and strong young man. That is indeed quite a contrast and I can't think of a single item that might have belonged to one would look good on the other. An even bigger concern is going to be that those at our destination are expecting the old woman and will be getting someone quite different. We can only hope that he will still be able to conduct business to their satisfaction. That kind of transition certainly can't be easy though."

== Tags to all ==

[GM-06]

C’had walked into the party dressed to the nines, and so fashionably late, he put most rockstar musicians to shame. He was, of course, the last to arrive, and found himself entering a full room of people he had intended to wine, dine and out-shine.

Instead, he felt rather shameful, a fact which he quickly masked by embracing his boisterous side. “HEY-HEY-HEY!” He announced jovially, his hands in the air. “Glad to see everyone’s here! Let’s get this party STAR-ted!” He bucked his hips and looked to where the music was playing. “Can we play something more…” He paused and looked around at the party, at everyone mingling and being polite. “More upbeat?”

The Trill grabbed a chair, and jumped upon it effortlessly. “Anyone here ever hear of the band ‘Spin Doctors’? They’ve got some good stuff! Don’t know what’s playing right now, but unless it’s rock ‘n’ roll or smooth jazz, I don’t wanna hear it.”

He laughed, catching a few eyes along the way as he surveyed the room again. “If this is a party, after all, let’s PARTY!”

[Morad Ameen]

Amila’s mischievous grin and her question about being the "tall, dark, and handsome" one brought a genuine, warm smile to Ameen's face. He was about to reply, to maybe lean in and say something equally playful, when a loud voice boomed across the lounge.

“HEY-HEY-HEY! Let’s get this party STAR-ted!”

Ameen turned, his smile vanishing, replaced by a look of weary disbelief. He watched as their guest of honor, Mediator C'had Kestir, jumped onto a chair and started making demands about the music.

Of course, Ameen thought, taking a slow sip of his Saurian Brandy. Just when things were starting to feel normal... 

He could feel the eyes of the crew turning towards him, waiting to see how the acting CO would handle this. He gave Amila a quick, almost imperceptible "here we go" look. He set his drink down on the bar. This was his party, his ship. Time to be the host.

He walked calmly towards the center of the room, stopping a respectful distance from the chair C'had was standing on. He didn't raise his voice, but pitched it to carry with authority.

"Mediator Kestir," Ameen said, his tone polite but firm. "Welcome. We're honored to have you join us." He gestured to the room. "Lieutenant Ra'an and her team have prepared a selection of music from both Veld and Taveres, in keeping with your known interest in the cultures you work with. However, if you'd prefer something else, I'm sure we can accommodate."

He then looked to Amila as the event coordinator. "Lieutenant Ra'an, if you would, please see if you and your team can find some 'Spin Doctors' or appropriate smooth jazz in the ship's database for our guest."

He turned his attention back to C'had. "Now, if you would please come down from the chair, Mediator, I'd be happy to introduce you to my senior staff properly."

Let's see how he responds to a direct, polite order, Ameen thought. This is the first test.

== Tag ==

[Evie O’Fee]

Noticing the Guest of Honor finally arrive, Evie couldn't help but smile — he was fashionably late, just as she’d suggested. And he made an entrance. His outfit was bold, unapologetic, and entirely his own. He clearly wasn’t conforming to anyone’s standards tonight — he was marching to the beat of his own drum.
With a puzzled expression, Evie glanced up at Keti.

"Spin Doctors?" she echoed, mulling it over. "Sounds like a spin class full of physicians." She smirked. If she ever started a fitness program, that would be the name. "Computer, play some Coltrane jazz." That felt like a solid compromise — smooth enough for the atmosphere, and something the Guest of Honor might appreciate as much as anyone else.

"I have to say, the show here is way better than what went down in Sickbay earlier. If he gets too much to drink tonight, we might even get an encore. And this time? I bet he’ll show even more. I’m not lifting a finger to stop it," she added, eyes twinkling with mischief. There was nothing innocent in her tone — Evie was here for whatever happened, and hopefully, for the laughs that came with it.

Returning to the bar, she leaned over and said casually, "We're going to need a lot of jello shots. He’s right — things need a little extra energy." She turned toward Charlotte with a sly grin.

"You think it's a good idea to throw in a little flair bartending?" she asked, already picturing the bottles flying. It would be just as fun to watch as it would be to try.

==Tag and GM input on the music==

[Keir 77]

Keir had been engaging with some of the other officers and crew leading up to the guest of honor's arrival. It was apparent that the senior staff were not overly surprised that C'had was rather late for the start of his event. The Captain was hiding his reaction well, and truth be told, Keir was not displeased. It was actually a blessing; as s/he did end up having the time to meet some of the Officer and Enlisted that s/he had hither to not had the opportunity to.

S/he had discovered, and not to hir surprise that there were some very interesting people among the officers and crew, so s/he almost felt disappointed when C' had DID finally condescend to make an appearance.

With a roll of hir eyes Keir made a point to catch the CO's gaze for a moment and give a 'what can ya do' shrug before moving toward where the senior officers were gathered.

"So now the circus is in session hmmn?' Keir mentioned in a tone sufficient to reach the ears of any of the Senior officers nearby. "But at least he seems happy so maybe that is half the battle, hmmn?"

==Tag whomever is near==

[Evie O’Fee]

Wile the Jell-O Shots were being made, Evie heard Keir. "So now the circus is in session hmmn?' Keir mentioned in a tone sufficient to reach the ears of any of the Senior officers nearby. "But at least he seems happy so maybe that is half the battle, hmmn?"

Evie could only wish that were the case, it was defiantly a classic case of over compensation. "I wish that there was some good news, the easiest to handle is I wouldn't mention Circus around certain people on the crew. He has three of the of the strangest phobias I have ever heard of, including mentioning the very name of one triggers it." The phobia Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia had thirty four letters in it, and would trigger the phobia it was named for.

"Unfortunately this is still just the beginning, I have seen this kind of thing since childhood. Throw up a wall of confidence and happiness to shade or hide the truth, the louder the distraction the bigger the mess of emotional turmoil." It was like the whole concept of Happy Hour, a slightly lower price for a beverage that is actually catagoized as a depressant. 

"I suspect that he is going to require a lot of time, and a specially tailored treatment. This also calls for a change in." She grabbed the sleeve of her own uniform. "A change in clothing is in order, if we want this mission to be a success its imperative we start here." Her tone was equally as calm as it was serious. 

The example that she would use was a child, if they want to play with a doll but the parents wont allow it. They will grow up always wanting to play with this doll, as an Adult the only barrier would be removed. Most of the time they will get those dolls to play with, sometimes the doll would be larger than needed. Evie knew that they couldn't rush the process, but they could help the process. 

==Tag Keir==

[Gath]

Gath nodded in agreement with the Doctor, "Yes, I share your views on this display. I don't think there is any actual danger in it, though I worry what those at our destination will think of this unexpected change to their request. Hopefully, our guest will still be able to deliver the kind of diplomacy they require to resolve their situation."

Gath took a small sip of his drink and continued to observe. He wasn't sure about the rest of the crew yet, but he did enjoy the sharp wit of Charlotte. He found their conversations most enjoyable. It was nice to be in the company of such professional and intelligent people. For the first time, he could admit to himself that he was feeling comfortable around others, which was a very rare feeling for him.

[Amila Ra'an]

Despite trying to mentally prepare herself for what she had heard about Kestir's flair, his entry into the lounge was still somewhat of a surprise to Amila. He certainly didn't seem to mind attention. She wasn't familiar with the band he'd requested, but was certain that their playlist would be easy enough to tweak to his liking with a few simple changes. She hurried herself over to the terminal, nothing that someone had changed the song that was playing before Amila had altered the list itself.

"Computer, give me information on 'Spin Doctors,'" Amila requested as she worked quietly in the corner.

The computer's voice obediently responded with information. "Spin Doctors was an alternative rock band from New York City, Earth best known for its early 1990s hits "Two Princes" and "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong", which peaked on the Billboard Hot 100 chart at No. 7 and No. 17, respectively. Would you like for me to play you a sample?"

"Not right now. Work that first song next into the playlist once this song is finished," Amila requested. "Please remove all songs reference Veld and Taveres, and work in more 'Alternative Rock' songs, particularly from the same era and in the same style as the Spin Doctors," Amila requested. "Adjust the other songs in the playlist accordingly as well and display playlist."

Amila looked over her shoulder as she waited for the list to populate and noticed some of the senior officers gathering. She was curious to see how this formal dinner would turn out.

Once the new playlist was curated Amila made her way over to the group of officers that had gathered.

"I'm sure everyone has to be getting hungry by now," Amila said to the group. "If the Captain can get him down from the chair, we could start the dinner officially."

==Open Tag==

[GM-06]

C’Had laughed at the Captain’s suggestion that the band he suggested was close to his alternate suggestion of smooth jazz. But when jazz played instead, the party boy was sated. As the Captain led him away to introduce him to the staff, he made eye contact with a few crew members, sending inviting smiles their way. The sexy sound of the saxophone seemed to make his eyes shimmer.

“Very nice to meet you all.” C’Had said to those that were gathered, taking the deepest bow he could. “I do apologize for being late,” He lifted up his shirt to show his abdomen, the Symbiont pulsating. “We were arguing.” The Trill pulled his shirt back down, and readjusted so his outfit was not out of order.

“Have you all been lonely while I was gone?”


==O’Fee: “He has three of the strangest phobias I have ever heard of” , including the fear of long words?! WHO are you talking about??==

[Evie O’Fee]

"Yes, I share your views on this display. I don't think there is any actual danger in it, though I worry what those at our destination will think of this unexpected change to their request. Hopefully, our guest will still be able to deliver the kind of diplomacy they require to resolve their situation."

It was true about the danger, he wasn't putting himself or anyone else in it right now. It was just one of those hiccups that happen during a transition like this, it was like rediscovering their own identity again. "I am pretty sure that yes is will be a shock, but they are going to adapt to the change." It wasn't the first time that it has happened, nor would it be the last. "In this case I believe the best medicine of all is to allow this to run its course, if we rush it than the results can be disastrous." 

The Captain joined the group with C'Had. “Very nice to meet you all.” C’Had said to those that were gathered, taking the deepest bow he could. “I do apologize for being late,” He lifted up his shirt to show his abdomen, the Symbiont pulsating. “We were arguing.” The Trill pulled his shirt back down, and readjusted so his outfit was not out of order.

"That was quite the entrance again." She said with a smile. "No apology needed for being late, its a party in your honor so being late is pretty much an obligation." Evie said with a playful tone. She looked at the symbiont rubbing up against his abdomen, it was something she has heard of but never seen. 

==Tag everyone - The He referred to is Keti, he has a phobia of Clowns Buttons and un necessarily long words.==

[Gath]

Gath mused out loud, "That word is indeed one of the longest I have encountered. I can only wonder what it would be called in Klingon." He gave a small grin at his mild attempt at a joke.

C'Had made his musical request be known and efforts were made to accomodate. He had to admit that he had a fondness for some jazz and found both the saxophone and guitar to be very emotionally evocative.

When there was a chance to speak to C'Had without interrupting anyone, he commented, "I agree with your preference for this kind of music. I too, find it relaxing. As for your...um...internal struggles...I hope you were able to come to an accord."

Gath gave a hint of a grin at his small attempt at discussing what might be a delicate topic, but was genuinely concerned about the answer. He certainly didn't wish C'Had any ill will. It was his desire that everyone on the ship be able to be as happy as they could. He might not be able to relate to what it was like as a joined Trill, but he figured that it couldn't be easy. They went through a great deal of preparation and training for it. Not just anyone was a candidate for such a process. He respected the effort it likely took to step forward for such an undertaking.

== Tags to all ==
== GM input request for reply from C'Had, if needed. ==

[Morad Ameen]

Ameen watched, his face a mask of calm, as C'had Kestir made his... apology... by lifting his shirt. He heard the various comments from his officers and saw their mixed reactions of amusement, concern, and professionalism. 

Well, at least he got down from the chair. That's a start...

Before their guest could launch into another provocative question, Ameen stepped forward, smoothly taking back control of the conversation. He first gave a nod to Amila, a silent 'thank you' for her earlier quick thinking on the music.

"An enlightening introduction, Mediator Kestir," Ameen said, his voice polite but firm, ignoring the part about them being lonely. "We appreciate your candor." 

He then caught Lieutenant Gath's attempt to connect with their guest over the jazz music and his well-being. Good man, Gath. Trying to find common ground. He gave his Security Chief a subtle but appreciative nod. 

"Now that you're here, allow me to formally introduce my senior staff."

He gestured to Keir. "This is my First Officer and Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Keir 77."

He then gestured to the others who were gathered nearby. "Our Chief Medical Officer, Doctor Evie O'Fee. Our Chief of Security, Lieutenant Gath. The architect of this evening's event, our Chief Science Officer, Lieutenant Amila Ra'an." Ameen's gaze then found the young Vulcan. "And our Acting Chief Tactical Officer, Ensign Torok Powl."

He saw Amila approaching again, her timing perfect. She was right, they needed to move things along.

"Lieutenant Ra'an is right," Ameen announced, his voice projecting a bit more to guide the room. "The buffet is open, and I'm sure our galley staff has outdone themselves. Please, everyone, help yourselves."

He then turned directly to their guest of honor. 

"Mediator Kestir," he said, gesturing towards the head table that had been prepared. "If you would join me? I believe we have much to discuss, and it's always better on a full stomach."

Let's see if we can get him talking about the mission now, Ameen thought, leading the way toward the table. One way or another, this dinner is going to be informative...

== Tag ==

[GM-06]

The good doctor smiled at him with all the coyness of an Ellis IV canine waiting to mate. He made sure to lock eyes with her for the barest of moments, as if promising to her they would have time together. Meanwhile, the Klingon Chief of Security was agreeing with C’Had’s choice of music, clearly trying to find something they had in common. “Thank you, Chief.” C’Had replied to him, in reference to his sympathies for the Symbiont troubles.

Captain Ameen then moved the conversation forward, introducing his upper-level staff members.

C’Had looked interested at Keir’s title, but still looked at hir with the same preditory eyes he had when they met briefly in the Transporter Room. He chose to simply nod and say nothing, perhaps not wanting to offend them.

When Ameen pointed out Lt. Ra’an role in all this, C’Had took a deep bow before her, giving her a dazzling smile as thanks. Captain Ameen announced that the food tables were ready to be parsed out, and C’Had inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to discern all the different smells. The Captain led him away, and he took his time taking a seat, looking around as if searching for someone. “Please give my apologies to that handsome Medical Officer.” He said, revealing who he was looking for. “I did not mean to stand him up.”

With his behind firmly planted in his seat now, he looked around at the table of Starfleet officers. They all seemed to be looking at him expectantly, as if they were waiting for him to brief them. “Are we all waiting for the story of my life?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “Or, of my past lives? I promise you, the last few hosts were no fun. I’m much more interesting now that I’m C’Had Kestir.”

[Morad Ameen]

Ameen settled into his chair at the head of the table, observing his guest's every move. He saw the look C'had gave Keir—the same predatory gaze from the transporter room. It sent a flash of protective anger through him, which he immediately suppressed. 

That's a problem. A line he's approaching very quickly. File it for later...

He also noted the apology directed at Emery Tyris-McEntyre. 

So the 'date' was a real thing. Another potential complication...

Then came the question, dripping with ego: "Are we all waiting for the story of my life?"

Ameen offered a calm, polite smile, refusing to be drawn into the drama. He picked up his fork, a subtle signal that this was, in fact, a dinner, not a performance.

"While I'm sure all of your lives have been fascinating, Mediator," Ameen began, his tone even and direct, "you are correct. It is this life, the 'much more interesting' C'had Kestir, that is of the utmost importance right now." He met C'had's gaze, holding it. "You are the one who will be negotiating peace between the Veld and the Taveres. You are the reason we are all here. So yes, in that respect, you are the most interesting person at this table."

He paused, letting the compliment—and the reminder of duty it contained—sink in.

"So, let's start there," Ameen continued, smoothly pivoting the conversation from personal history to official business. "Tell us about the situation as you see it. What are your initial thoughts on the conflict? Your predecessor's files were thorough, but we'd be very interested in hearing your fresh perspective."

He then gestured to the buffet. "But please, let's eat first. No diplomacy should be conducted on an empty stomach."

The real mission starts now, Ameen thought, finally taking a bite of his food. Right here at this table...

== Tag ==

[Amila Ra'an]

"It is nice to finally meet you," Amila chimed in as she stepped toward her seat. She hovered there before sitting down. "You can call me Amila if you like, or Lieutenant Ra'an if you're one for formalities." She pushed aside what she thought she knew of the mediator and thought to try to make him feel welcome, comfortable. She could sense a bit of nervous tension in the room, and as one who often tried to shine and charm her own way out of uncomfortable situations, she began to wonder if C'Had was really trying to seek attention, or rather diffuse it away from something else. 

It was the something else that troubled her, but that was a problem for another hour, and most likely was something that was none of her business. 

She continued, offering a welcoming gesture. "We wanted to do something special for you with the dinner, try to make it something you might enjoy, but we didn't have much information to go on. I would have just asked, but we couldn't do that either. Anyway, the chef made sure we'd have some options. Any allergies, preferences for vegetarian, concerns about spices or anything like that? You can serve yourself if you like, but our wait staff would be happy to pull together a plate for you," she offered.


==Tag==

[Evie O’Fee]

C'Had was defiantly going to enjoy the evening as he was the  center of attention, this dinner was going to be the first of its kind for him so making it special was going to be their work. "I would recommend not to over indulge it makes people a little sluggish after, and a round of Oysters might help make the evenings festivities a little more entertaining." If he was going to enjoy some pleasures of the flesh, he might want to have every advantage possible. "Amila great job with the environment you created here." SHe said with a friendly tone.

"Again a pleasure to meet you again, its time that I take my leave for a little dinner of my own." Evie joined Keti again as they both started to get something to eat, she didn't want too much to start as it really did slow people down when they had a little too much. They might have a bit of a dance later, and that would be nice. It was a long time since Evie done anything like this, a friendly dance between two friends.

[GM-06]

As the Captain spoke the names of the two planets and people they were on their way to see, C’Had’s expression was one of confusion, quickly washed over by recognition. He inspected the food chopices before him, seemingly intent on the spread. His face brightened as Ra’an spoke, and he began piling food on his plate indiscriminately. “I as my previous self din’t have any allergies – I’m not sure if my Symbiont does.” Standing still for a moment and closing his eyes, he smiled. “Nope. Though one of my previous hosts did sneeze a lot when they came into contact with targ droppings!” He laughed as ‘his’ own expense, a twinkle appearing in his eyes. Add that to the mention of oysters, and his face was positively shining.

When all had returned to the table, C’Had pointedly delayed answering the Captain’s questions, instead commenting on how good the food was. As he stuffed a fork-full of mashed potatoes to his mouth, he set his silverware down slowly. As he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbed, and found himself staring at a table of people awaiting an answer it didn’t look like he had. The Trill glanced at his dinnerplate, filled with a variety of food from those buttery, mashed potatoes to a small spoonfull of tube grubs that were slowly twitching their way off the plate.

“My view on the situation,” He said, preempting his diplomatic change of tone, “Is this.

“The people of these two worlds are unfortuantely not atypical from something you would see in a single world not yet ready to join the Federation. Each country -or planet, in this case- has something the other wants, but neither are willing to budge in order to allow the other to prosper. In a situation like this, the two parties appear willing to negotiate, and may very well be of a mind that they are ready to do so, but when it comes down to the actual act, they resist – which is what has been happening here for hundreds of years. It is astounding that they have achieved the means of leaving their own solar system; studies have shown that when there is this kind of in-fighting, the rest of society’s progress tends to slow.”

He picked up the glass of water in front of him and took a small sip before continuing.

“The position of each planet has remained relatively the same for decades now, with the base belief that each one’s materials are more valuble than the others’. They want to trade, of course, being sister-planets, but things have always been acromonious between them. There have been a few negotiatiors in the past, even a stray request for myself, but at the time I was dealing with much less petty matters, and so had to decline.” He indicated a nod towards the Captain. “Cardassian parts are held onto very tightly.”

C’Had paused to pour some gravy over his tube grubs, who flailed helplessly.

“Now that they have requested me again, I had agreed, though my previous host knew she was nearing the end of her life. She saw this as a small thing to handle, and felt it wouldn’t be taxing on her. And now that I’m me, I suppose it can serve as something to ease me into the legacy that my Symbiont has created.

He raised his eyebrows, and followed it up a beat later with, “See? I can behave.”

[Gath]

Breathing a small sigh of relief at the Captain moving things along, Gath helped himself to the feast. He didn't mind trying new things, so he took some small portions of what looked worth a bite or two. Unlike most Klingons, he had no desire for his food to still be moving when he ate it. He had done it in survival training, but he didn't like it. He never understood the fascination some people had with such foods.

Gath was enjoying his selections as the Captain turned the conversation to the mission. He was pleasantly delighted when he took a bite of the potatoes and gravy. The gravy had been made with some kind of hot pepper and it had a nice heat to it that made his mouth water. He would have to get the recipe, as it was most satisfying indeed. That was when C'Had surprised Gath by giving a very professional understanding of the situation they were heading toward. It was good to see that the business side of the Trill's brain was able to find the right gear when it needed to.

The turn of events made Gath relax a little, but only a little. If C'Had could stay on task, then things would be likely to go much better. There were no guarantees, but one could always hope.

[Evie O’Fee]

Everyone seemed happy to be there it seemed but one person, she could read the fact he seemed to be a little distant from people. Enery had a nervous energy about him. and this wasn't good. In her department spirits should be high at all times, and his wasn't.

"Pardon me for a second." Evie said to Keti before going to Emery. "Emery its good to see you." Evie kept a pleasant tone as she spoke. This was one of those times where keeping a calm voice was appropriate. "Its going to be a long time before we get to do something like this again, we should enjoy it as much as possible."

"Care to join us for a meal?" She wasn't sure how it was going to be received, but she was trying. 

==Tag Emery==

[Morad Ameen]

Ameen listened, his expression carefully neutral, as he ate. He was genuinely surprised. For a moment, when he’d first mentioned the planets, C’had had looked completely lost. But he’d recovered, and the analysis that followed was sharp, insightful, and perfectly aligned with Starfleet Intelligence's own briefings. It was a jarring but welcome shift from the man who was just standing on a chair demanding rock music.

He finished chewing a piece of steak before responding to C'had's final, provocative comment.

"Thank you, Mediator," Ameen said, his tone one of genuine appreciation. "That was an excellent and very concise summary of a centuries-old problem."

He then met C'had's gaze, offering a small, knowing smile in response to his "See? I can behave" remark. "Indeed you can. And very effectively, when you choose to." It was a simple acknowledgment, a quiet recognition of the game they were both playing.

Ameen set his fork down, leaning forward slightly. 

"Your assessment lines up with our intelligence, but hearing the perspective filtered through the Kestir symbiont is invaluable. It gives us context the data files can't."

He then gestured to his senior staff around the table.

"Now that we have your initial take, I'd like to open the floor to my team for any preliminary questions they might have based on their areas of expertise."

Ameen looked to his right. "Commander Keir, as First Officer and Chief Engineer, do you have any thoughts on the resource or technology disputes that have been the traditional sticking points?"

He then glanced across the table. "Lieutenant Gath, any security concerns that stand out to you, given this long history of acrimony?"

He took a sip of water, content for the moment. The party boy was still there, but the Mediator was in the room now, too. 

This is progress...

== Tag ==

[Gath]

When the Captain turned to him and asked for his input, Gath set down his fork and took a sip before beginning, "Well, violence never resolves any such negotiations, it only complicates them more. If they can agree that this should remain an economic and cultural negotiation, putting aside any thoughts of violence, for the good of their people, that at least sets a cooperative tone. Even if there had been no thoughts of engaging in such behavior, such an agreement is a positive step forward. The less they were inclined to violence in the first place, the easier that step can be. After that, all negotiations become about balances of oversight and mutual participation and sacrifice. Any middle ground that is an objective is much easier to reach if they don't have to fight for it."

He then politely listened to the other input being given, hoping his was well received.

== Tag to all ==