USS Excalibur Sim Log - 06.21.20

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Tolen IV, where we'll get our first good look at the planet. A reception has been planned for later this evening, with heightened security measures.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

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Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting in her office reading about Tolen society ::

Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters, prepping for the dinner::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's down in the reception hall, finishing up preparations... ::

Maryse Dubois: ::In her quarters getting ready.::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Dying slowly as he goes over all the security precautions that were being put in place. All of this for some finger foods and wine.::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Waves over Mincine::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene puts down a fancy-looking folding chair and heads on over. :: "What's up?"

William Chocox: ((Excal Senior staff meeting people in the reception area or when they arrive on the ship?))

Cptn Swain: ((Reception area ))

Indaura Ryssan: :: Heading down to the reception hall ::

William Chocox: ::William walks into the reception area, looking sharp for once in his dress whites. He'd also managed to get his hands fully clean.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Arrives ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking for the food ::

Cptn Swain: Rex> Thank you Ensign. I know you may not have had much of a choice in helping out but its appreciated. My people are pretty spread out.

Maryse Dubois: ::Finishes getting ready, then heads for the reception.::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ships band shows up to start tuning.

William Chocox: ((Or whatever the appropriately formal Starfleet uniform we have in this era of Starfleet is.))

Irene Mincine: :: She smiles in response. :: "Yeah, it wasn't quite as bad as I thought. Don't tell the commander, though. At least I'll get to eat all that cheese soon..." :: Her smile disappears when the band arrives. :: "They're really going all-out, aren't they?"

Cptn Swain: (( Still the dress whites from the Movies ))

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::smirks:: The Captain wants to make a good impression. Anyway, you should run along and get changed. Unless they have you on serving duty too?

Indaura Ryssan: Hmmm. Hmmm. Oh... Mmmm.

Irene Mincine: :: She shakes her head. :: "You think they trust me to smile for 3 hours straight?" :: She heads off to the door. ::

William Chocox: ::William looks around at the reception area, speaking loudly enough for Irene to hear:: Wow, the people that worked on this space did a really good job!

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Snorts, notices Will:: Oh good. You're here.

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Waves Will over::

William Chocox: ::walks over, eyeing Rex with suspicion::

Irene Mincine: "Shaddap." :: She heads past Will and continues to her quarters. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders what these people are like ::

Maryse Dubois: :;Eventually arrives, looking around the room. She was rather impressed.::

William Chocox: Yes commander?

Cptn Swain: (( screen froze lol ))

William Chocox: ((Same here.))

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::after tactfully dismissing a junior, turns to Will:: Glad you're here. ::Hands him a PADD:: For the conference on the planet, we're going to need several transport inhibitors set up. Don't ask me why, but the Tolen have insisted. My people are stretched thin enough with all the extra security we're being required to do -- and well, I wondered if you'd mind helping us out.

William Chocox: ::takes the PADD and looks over it:: This is certainly something that we can do for you...but wouldn't this make it dangerous for those of us on the surface? I feel like if it gets too violent we may want to get out of dodge fast.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene reappears in her dress whites. Like most people, she looks ridiculous in them. :: "Ready to make a good impression for once."

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Gives a tired nod:: I expressed the same concerns, but the Tolen government was insistent. They're worried that someone might try to beam an explosive into the compound or something.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at the various crew coming in ::

William Chocox: ::Hums with a nod:: I mean, it makes sense. If I was going to attack a peace conference that's how I'd do it. Less likely for someone to mess it up. Maybe we can keep some shuttles handy.

Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters futzing with his collar. He was only mildly concerned about being in a situation where at least half of the people involved are vocally opposed to Federation involvement with their world.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene goes back to Rex. :: "Your science division representative has arrived. Don't ask me what Lt. K'hal is doing. What are we blowing up now? Isn't this a peace conference?"

William Chocox: How are you holding up sir? You look like you're being run ragged.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The strings group begins playing a selection from Vivaldi's Four Seasons::

Cptn Swain: Rex> I've been better for sure, but nothing a long sonic tonight when this is all over won't fix.

William Chocox: Alright, and don't be afraid to come to me to ask for more things from Engineering on this excursion. ::cocks ear:: Is this played at every swanky event? It's even used in holovids.

Irene Mincine: "Tradition." :: Shrug. ::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks:: Probably.

Cptn Swain: Rex> You know what they say. If it isn't Boroque...

William Chocox: It's probably Romantic. ::turns to Mincine:: We're not blowing anything up, we're preventing that from happening.

Irene Mincine: "Eh. I prefer Klingon opera either way." :: Irene folds her arms. :: "Are we expecting problems?"

William Chocox: Well, you should probably ask the Captain about my nickname amongst the senior staff.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The galley staff, which has conscripted other enlisted officers into their ranks for the night, begin bringing out the food. One officer nearly trips and almost spills an entire plate of what appear to be some sort crab-like-finger food.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches the disaster nearly unfold. :: "I am so glad I'm not doing that tonight..."

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Chuckles and starts to say something as his badge pings:: Oh good. The advance staff for the Parek just transported up. I should go check in with them. ::Straightens his dress whites:: See you all later, and thanks Will in advance.

William Chocox: You're welcome Commander. ::turns back to Mincine:: Not a fan of canapes?

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The musical group changes to an upbeat concerto by Bach in G Major.

William Chocox: Also...I don't think we've ever had the chance to actually introduce ourselves outside of a staff meeting. William Chocox, Engineer. ::extends hand::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::disappears into the background::

Irene Mincine: "See ya, commander." :: She chuckles. :: "Not when they're all over the floor. Oh, uh, Irene Mincine, life sciences." :: She returns the handshake. ::

William Chocox: Pleasure to formally meet you. I almost went into Life Sciences back at the academy.

Cptn Swain: (( Is chemistry a life science now?))

Irene Mincine: "But you went into engineering instead?" :: Hmm. :: "I went to college for genetics and xenobiology before I went to the academy, so it wouldn't have made much sense for me to do anything else."

Irene Mincine: (( o-chem! ))

William Chocox: Yep. Decided I liked taking things apart and putting them back together again.

Cptn Swain: << two minute warning >>

Irene Mincine: "Should've went into medicine. You can do that *and* life sciences." :: She grabs a cup of water from a spread on a table. ::

William Chocox: Too much blood makes me squeamish.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Went to stand near William and Irene ::

William Chocox: Dr. Ryssan I presume.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Extends her hand :: Yes, the ships counselor.

William Chocox: ((I can't remember if Indaura and William have formally met in a medical or non staff meeting context. :P ))

Indaura Ryssan: (( not sure_

Irene Mincine: "Ah. I understand the blood thing. It never bothered me, but it bothered some of my Academy friends." :: She gets a bit hesitant with Indaura there. :: "Doctor..."

William Chocox: ::takes it:: Ah...I think there was a message regarding the ship's counselor in my inbox one time. William Chocox, Engineer.

 

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