Brett:
 <<<<Summary: The Delphyne heads toward the Neutral Zone with the two ambassadors aboard.  The Captain has organized a welcome aboard dinner and the senior staff and diplomats meet to enjoy a good meal and some pleasant conversation.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "Double Blind - Part 2">>>>

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Is the first to arrive, waiting to welcome staff and guests. ::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::in his quarters, smoothing down his dress uniform::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Walks around the table, glancing around checking with her Security team assigned to the 'guests'::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::heads out of the XO's quarters and down to the lounge, walking through the door::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CTO: I trust everything is in order?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::nods to the Captain:: CO: So far, Sir

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::walks into the room and looks around:: CO: Sir… is there a specific order we are to sit in?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Sees Noseitall signal her:: CO: Excuse me sir

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO: I thought we'd place the vegetarians together… here, look at the chart I devised.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: hands CSO seating chart ::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::tilts her head:: CO: Sir you are aware that my cosmic cousins do eat meat?

CO_Capt_Mash`ev: CSO: All too aware, lt.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: Sir? ::raises an eyebrow:: How so?

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::walks up to the CO and extends his hand:: CO: Commander Robertson, reporting as ordered, Sir.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO: A tale for another time, lieutenant.   :: glint of smile in his eyes ::

Brett:
 <Webber/Charbok> ::Arrive at the room escorted by the four security guards assigned to them.  The entourage looks a bit dramtic.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 XO: Ah, Cmdr. Glad to meet you… especially at a dinner and not during battle…  ::luaghs::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::is quietly intrigued by the Captain's story and raises her eyebrow again::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::nods at Sid and he moves over to the far side of the room, moves back to the others::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::turns to watch Webber and Charbok enter::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Webber / Charbok:  Welcome! Please, let me get you something to drink.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::moves to just beside the new XO::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::raises an eyebrow, and glances at the formal setting:: CO: Somehow, I'd almost rather it be during battle.

Brett:
 <Webber> CO: Captain.  I would dearly love a Mint Julep… haven't had a decent one in months.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::tugging at his collar enters the room and snaps a salute to the CO and the XO and takes a seat::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CO: Tarkalian tea will be fine Captain.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Webber/Charbok: But of course. Coming right up.

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::returns the salute and nods at the FCO, then waves discreetly to one of the enlisted servers, calling him over to fill the drink orders::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Goes to prepare the drinks. ::

Brett:
 <Webber/Charbok> ::Move into the room and nod to the various crewmembers; Webber offering a hand in greeting and a ready smile::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::glances over at the CTO, then back to the CO::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 XO: Let's hope this isn't as stressful as that?  ::smiles::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 Charbok: Do they have something similar to Tarkalian tea where you come from?

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 CO: I suppose we'll find out.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 XO: Tonight, we eat. Tomorrow, we go over orders and sort out business. Try to enjoy this while you can.  ::smiles::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CSO: Yes.  However, I am quite certain your replicators do not carry the recipe…and I have no wish to divulge state secrets by entering it into your database.  ::Grins slightly::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 Charbok: Understandable ::gives him a slight nod, her eyes glint in a brief amusement::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::tries to stand out of the way, face is flushed a bit as she sees the Ambassadors moving around::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 CO: Understood, Sir. Standard SF issue dinner party.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::jumps slightly as Sven leans over and whispers to her::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 <Sven> CTO: Relax ::pauses:: and try to breathe.

Brett:
 <Webber> CO/XO: So, gentlemen, will this be your first trip into Romulan Space?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::as Sven moves back to his charges, Sika glares at him, then stands back at attention::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::turns to head to the table, and stops by the CTO:: CTO: Lieutenant… ::he extends a hand:: .. Llynisika, I presume?

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 XO: Exactly. ::smiles:: Use this time to meet your staff ..  I assume you know our guests already.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Webber: Your Julep, sir.  Charbok: Your tea. :: hands each their drinks ::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::surveys the table and picks up a few things and places them on his plate::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 XO: Sir.  ::takes his hand in a firm grip::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::doesn't answer the question as she is thankful it is not directed at her::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Webber: Of course it is, Ambassador. You don't think we'd cross over there uninvited, do you?

Brett:
 <Webber> CO: Of course not!  ::Chuckles:;  No more than their ships would enter our space.

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::mouths 'excuse me' and turns back:: Webber: Second time for me.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::picks at his food wondering if it will be a peaceful dinner::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Nods and goes back to watching, trying to blend in::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::blinks and keeps quiet about the D'Varain <sp -- ancient del history>::

Brett:
 <Webber> ::Finds this very interesting and also notes the tall and attractive CTO nearby.  Moves smoothly close to both officers.::  XO: Is that a fact?  Well, do tell.  Ah, but first.  CTO: ::Extends a hand::  Carlton Webber Lieutenant…?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::eyes widen at the food selections:: Self: At least I won't have to worry about which fork to use ::a voice catches her attention, turning she looks down slightly at Webber::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::taking his hand in a firm handshake:: Webber: Llynisika, Sir

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 XO:  ::whispers:: Officially, zero times, that is..  we'll compare notes later.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::moves over to the window and looks out at the stars as his thoughts wonder about his older sister Brianna::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 Webber: Sorry Sir. ::grins slightly::  Those details are -classified-.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 Charbok: It is my understanding that Ambassador Webber plays Kal-toh. Has he taught you?

Brett:
 <Webber> CTO: A beautiful name.  I was just asking your commander here about his trip into Romulan space.  Have you, by chance, ever been across the border as well?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 Webber: No, sir.  I haven't had the  ::slight pause:: 'pleasure'

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::ears perk up at Webber's asking the CTO and hopes silently he does not ask her::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CSO: No.  I never developed a taste for the game.  Though he has tried to engage me on occasion.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 Webber: And where are you from sir, if I may ask?

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::whispers back:: CO: Last posting Sir. Diplomatic mission. I'm sure he knows about it, if he knew the ship.

Brett:
 <Webber> CTO: Ah then you are in for a treat.  ::Smiles and pats her arm::  XO: Of course of course…::Whispers::  We can get together later and compare secrets::  ::Winks::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 Charbok: May I ask you what, if any strategy games you engage in? Besides the holo novels that is.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::her left eyebrow raises::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 Webber: As you wish.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::ignores the emotions he senses in the crew and finally realizes he needs to get in contact with his older sister and quickly::

Brett:
 <Webber> CTO: Iowa.  On Earth.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::nods:: Webber: I see.

Brett:
 <Charbok> CSO: In truth, i do not care for games of strategy.  They remind me too much of my actual life.  When I relax I prefer things which take my mind off of such things.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::moves to the other window trying to be as inconspicuous as he can::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 Webber: As an Ambassador I imagine that you have traveled much and have many interesting stories

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 ::quietly watching the guests, trying to gauge their behavior. ::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::tilts her head in curiosity:: Charbok: But I thought you liked the mystery novels because they reminded you of home… the plotting, the scheming and avoiding the dangers that lurk in the shadows. ::said a bit more dramatically than her normal bland Vulcan tones::

Brett:
 <Webber> CTO: Oh, here and there.  It is true some of my postings have provided me with some interesting anecdotes.  Would you like to hear one?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::tries to relax, but is still at attention, even while talking::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 Webber: Perhaps after we get our food

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::shaking his head he turns and heads for the door::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::detaches himself from the group and slowly heads over to the table, gathering a plate of food, then spots the FCO heading for the door::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CSO: Ah, yes that is true.  However, those are all in…"fun".  A concept I am afraid you have given up along with your baser emotions.  Nevertheless, a game of strategy requires concentration, planning, execution of the plan… whereas a holonovel is simply an experience.

Brett:
 <Webber> CTO: of course.  Moves over to the table and begins filling up a plate::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Is the first to arrive, waiting to welcome staff and guests. ::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Sighs as Webber moves to the table.  Moves after him, slowly, filling a plate with small helpings::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 Charbok: I have only once experienced a holonovel… ::tones get quiet so that only a Romulan or Vulcan should hear her:: It was not much to my liking… ::tone returns to normal:: However… a mystery may be intriguing… an adventure for the mind rather than one on the high seas.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::puts his hand on the door to exit but stops suddenly::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::sighs slightly, then heads for the main table with his plate::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CSO: perhaps.  ::regards her for a moment::  There would be time on this voyage, if your duties permitted, for you and I to share such an experience.  if you wish.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::turns back around and heads for the XO::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 XO: Have I offended you in some way?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Glances at the Romulan Ambassador and Rhykmal, sees Sven and Erickson keeping an eye on their charge::

Brett:
 <Webber> FCO: Ah, decided to stay eh?  Usually they don't start heading for the door until AFTER I start singing.  ::Laughs::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::sets down his plate, slightly surprised, as he turns to the FCO:: FCO: Let me guess. Telepathic?

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow:: Charbok: I am honored. I would find that agreeable.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::smiles at Webber:: XO: Yes sir I am a full Betazoid.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::antennae move down towards her head slightly as Webber mentions 'singing', although she quickly covers::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 XO: I have been distracted of late.

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::lowers his voice:: FCO: Then I'd appreciate not getting the usual mind scan, Lieutenant. As for my level of disappointment, I would inform you if I was. Now, please, try to enjoy yourself, hmm?

Brett:
 <Charbok> CSO: excellent.  I shall be in touch.  ::Nods and moves toward the table to get some food::

Brett:
 <Webber> ::Moves over to a small table and sits, eating::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 XO: Sir it was not a mind scan sir, I sensed your emotions.  I am banned and sworn not to read any mind at all unless ordered by the Captain or my superior officer meaning… ::looking for the right words::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::listens to the others, decides that the 'threat' level is low, she moves towards the window and picks at the food on her plate::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 FCO: Meaning, you should sit down and get a bite to eat, yes? ::smiles politely as he takes his seat::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 XO: Well it is classified sir.  And if I am ordered to do it I do it under protest as well.

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::blinks::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 XO: Thank you ::takes a seat next to the XO::

Brett:
 <Charbok> ::Goes and sits at an unoccupied table::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::takes a new plate and puts some food on it and asks for a Valarian Root Tea::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::sees Charbok sit alone.  Sven moves to keep within easy reach::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Taps glass and stands as the crystal tone rings out. ::  All: I would like to propose a toast.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Snags a glass from a tray::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::watches the Captain::

Brett:
 <Webber/Charbok> ::Look up at the Captain's words.::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::watches Charbok go to sit by himself until the Captain taps his glass::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::takes a glass from a passing waiter::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 All: Let us welcome our guests here tonight and head boldly into a brave, new world. Enjoy yourselves, get to know one another, and remember the night as the beginning of a new level of communication between the Federation and the Romulan Empire.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 All:  To the future!

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::raises glass of mint tea:: All: The future.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::holds his glass up:: All: To the Future.

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::raises his glass:: All: To the future.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::raises her glass at the Captain’s toast.  Watches the rest::

Brett:
 <Charbok/Webber> ::Each raise their glasses and toast the room then each other.::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 All: The future

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Drinks from his glass, wondering just what the future would bring. ::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::stands back and watches to see if anyone goes to sit with Charbok and where Webber is sitting in relation to his counterpart::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::sips, then places the glass back on a passing tray::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle:
 ::takes his glass and drains it and thinks about his sisters and his parents::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::takes a drink, then returns the glass to its place on the table::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::She looks closer at the Ambassadors, wondering if she was the only one to see::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::moves slowly so she can position herself closer to the two Ambassadors.  Looks around then decides:: Charbok: Is this seat taken?

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Charbok:  I hope you find the food favorable?  ::smiles::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::sees the CTO  and CO go to sit with Charbok and quietly gives herself a small secret smile. Then goes to sit with Webber::

Brett:
 <Charbok> ::Looks up, as two blue figures appear beside his table::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Indicates the CTO should take her choice of seat. ::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::nods her thanks and takes the seat that gives her the best view of both Charbok and Webber::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CTO: No, please sit.  CO: To tell the truth Captain, I find I do not have much of an appetite this evening.  Thank you though for the gesture.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::sits at attention, takes a piece of meat::  Charbok: Thank you

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Charbok: I hope it's just all the travel and not the company? :: grins::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CTO/CO: ::Smiles::  No, certainly not the company.  However, I must beg forgiveness for my rudeness, especially considering that the lieutenant here has just consented to sit with me, but I believe i would like to return to my cabin. Many weeks of travel have indeed taken their toll.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::nibbles her food and makes chit chat with Webber, mostly about chess and kaltoh, her eye wanders to Charbok from time to time::

Brett:
 <Charbok> CTO: Please forgive me, I will endeavor to be better company in the days to come.  ::Stands and nods to the two officers::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Charbok: I do understand what you mean.  The cabins have replicators in them programmed with many food choices, feel free to find something you'll like later.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Stands and nods towards Charbok. ::

Brett:
 <Webber> Engages in conversation with Syrna, seeming to enjoy it a great deal.  His eyes also shift to Charbok occasionally::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Stands and watches Sven and Erickson follow Charbok::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 Charbok: Of course, Ambassador

Brett:
 <Charbok> ::Makes an unobtrusive exit, followed by a set of obtrusive security guards::

XO_LtCmdr_Robertson:
 ::picks at his food slowly, finishing it off as the evening wears on::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::wonders what is happening with Charbok:: Webber: I believe the crew has behaved themselves well… it would be regrettable if Ambassador Charbok is leaving because he feels uncomfortable as a Romulan.

Brett:
 <Webber> CSO: Well, I can't say for sure.  I doubt it though, he has been among Federation people for many weeks now.

Brett:
 INFO: Some time passes and dinner begins to draw to a close.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Sika moves around the room, her food pretty much untouched, wondering about Webber and Charbok::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::a brief thought of Charbok and defection passes through her mind and she shakes off the thought::

Brett:
 Action: As the guests file out to leave, and Webber is shaking hands thanking then all for coming, the Captain and CTO receive an emergency call

Brett:
 *Sven* CO/CTO: Security to the Captain!  There's been an explosion in Ambassador Charbok's quarters!  We need damage control and medical down here immediately!

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>