LT Gila Sadar - A Dinner Party with Friends. How Terrifying!
LT Gila Sadar
(( The Sadar-Aqila Quarters - Compartment 83, Sector 03, Deck 6, USS Artemis-A ))
Invitations had been sent out, her schedule cleared and Gila was - uncharacteristically - not in uniform despite the fact that a senior officer was slated to be visiting her quarters within the next ten minutes. Suffice it to say, Gila was panicking. The fact that the portable stove she’d replicated was currently bubbling away with the slow-simmered coral-leaf soup intended to be served as an appetizer wasn’t helping either.
She was starting to question her decision to organize this ‘dinner party’ - as Lt. Commander Jashkaa had mandated it - on a day where Kolya was participating in one of his remote art classes. He’d seemed very excited about it and tried to launch into a whole debate with her on the technicalities of what difference Betazoid brushes had to those used on Andoria due to the different thickness of the strands, but frankly, Gila wasn’t that well-versed with art. She’d done her best to have some semblance of knowledge on the subject so she could encourage and support Kolya’s exploits, of course, but once it came down to brush strand thickness, it got too technical for her current knowledge level.
Nevertheless, she would’ve preferred Kolya to rant about any kind of brush to the prospect of her single-handedly hosting a dinner for Lt. Commander Jovenan and Sil-net. While the two of them had been the obvious choices when Lt. Commander Jashkaa suggested she host a dinner for two-three friends, the idea of inviting a senior officer into her quarters on purpose and without a good reason!?
oO Lt. Commander Jashkaa intends to push me to insanity, there’s no other reasonable explanation. Oo
A chime interrupted Gila’s thoughts, and she jumped with a quiet shriek at the unexpected, and yet entirely expected, sound. It had become time for the battle with her nerves to truly commence.
Absent-mindedly, she smoothed down the Yael-robe - for once the true free-flowing variant rather than the variant she wore beneath her uniform in her everyday life - and checked that her rings were properly in place and ordered by color and weight. While Gila wasn’t quite as colorful as Kolya, her nephew’s influence had started to seep into her wardrobe, as he had already proudly presented her with numerous hand-painted Yael-robes. This was how she today wore one with as many as three different colors - green, yellow and orange. She only hoped the feast of colors wouldn’t be too overwhelming for her guests.
Once she was satisfied that she wasn’t presenting herself as improper - apart from the lack of uniform, obviously and unfortunately - she approached to let her guests in.
Jovenan/Silveira: Response
Sadar: W-W-Welcome... U-Uuh… Th-Thank y- No, wait... C-Come inside first!
She clumsily moved aside to allow her guests entry into her quarters. Sil-net had obviously been here before, during her Aailudet, and the interior decoration hadn’t developed much since then. Whenever Kolya finally finished an art piece, he would maintain that it wasn’t ‘right’ or didn’t ‘fit’ the style he was going for for their living quarters, and as such, it was still dominated by the drapes and artistic expression of Betazoid art schools that he had been so obsessed with when first boarding the Artemis half a year ago.
Jovenan/Silveira: Response
Sadar: Oh, uhh... Y-Yes. K-Kolya’s decorating skills are, mmh... W-Well... They’ve started expanding a bit.
She self-consciously smoothed out her robe again, before gesturing to the table she’d laid out with plates and service.
Sadar: Th-Th-Thank you for coming. P-Please, take a seat. Uhh, th-the first dish will be out soo- Wait, that’s not where I’m supposed to start! ::wrings anxiety band:: W-Would either of you like any refreshments?
Jovenan/Silveira: Response
Tags/TBC
LT Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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