Star Trek: Starbase 777

This is the largest room in the event where everyone participating in the festival can showcase the best their culture has to offer. It filled with booths and kiosks offering a wide variety of merchandise and souvenirs from clothes, posters, toys, and even stickers! You may even meet your favorite stars! All of it starts in the registration booth at the entrance where you can get your Festival Pass and complimentary tote bag!

Amanda approached the podium at one end of the room, and cleared her throat before she spoke. "Good morning, everyone, I'm Lieutenant Amanda Riley, and and welcome to Starbase 777's first Arts and Cultural Festival! We are happy to have everyone here, and we mean everyone. There is an absolute plethora of different species, cultures, and beliefs that are on display for everyone to learn about and communicate with, we encourage you to do so and to be curious! In a celebration of IDIC we have many halls set up with their own individual disciplines and specialties, please check out every one! Everyone has put effort and time into their presentations. Your festival tote bag you'll receive has a map of each of the areas and a quick rundown of what's there. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to approach myself, Lieutenant Junior Grade Ki'ana or Lieutenant Junior Grade Paco Umali. Without further delay... Let the first Arts and Cultural Festival... BEGIN!" (edited)

Ten minutes to 1200 hours. Amanda approached the mic again. "Alright everyone, our first band of the event! The Energizers is playing at the #╭performing-arts-hall in ten minutes! Repeat, The Energizers in ten minutes!" Before she headed to the #╭performing-arts-hall. (edited)

Having elected to attend without his uniform on, Vara'l might have surprised some people who knew him by the fact he'd put in a appearance in a long sleeved shirt and trouser combo with his black boots. Alongside this he'd selected two of the rings he'd personally created and some of what he considered 'hair jewellery' to go with it all. Stuff that, for a Hara happened to have traditional purpose behind them, a choice he'd alighted upon despite the fact he'd elected to not get involved in this. Felt it would have been right for him to get involved in this. He might have been a Hara but.. well, at the end of the day, he wasn't entirely the Hara who'd once served on the Arrenhe. Part of him was Borg, was far departed from what he'd been. Who he had been. Not that he would ever voiced any of those thoughts. No, instead he headed to the registration booth at the entrance to get his entrance pass and tote bag then, he headed in toward #┆botany-plantlife-exhibit . (edited)

Welp. Womp womp. His roleplayer may be late cos he fell asleep literally 30 minutes before the event actually started (many apologies for that btw), but Paco was definitely here. Has always been here. And will always have been here. So says the Prophets! The Anthropologist, dressed in a traditional light blue Filipina Baro't Saya (literally 'Blouse and Dress'), who had pushed on with the event had just been busy helping out the others set up behind the scenes, but finally found himself the time to pop his head around to the main scene just after Amanda opened up the event. "I hope you all enjoy the festival everyone!" Paco said happily to the crowd with a smile as he helped them with registration and getting around before he finally found himself some free time to roam around the main expo hall and enjoy himself at the festival.

Teno ambled up to the registration booth excitedly, grav cart in tow. He stopped at the booth to sign. He got his Festival Pass and tote bag and waved hello to everyone, then ambled away happily to the #┆botany-plantlife-exhibit once he was all set.

Vara'l eventually found his way back to the Expo hall and the entrance way. He'd come here after a bit more time looking around as the time he had left to attend the festival ran out. His mood..was abit odd at the moment, something within him hadnt clicked right for being social at the moment. He suspected that probably had caused him to look quite rude. He'd also garnered a bit of a headache and everything. Time to find somewhere quiet without people before the time arrived for him to pick up his son arrived. He then headed out.

Arriving at the hall was Alizati, he was here to visit the booths of course and learn some culture. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to see, but most people didn't come into these sort of events with a set plan, right? Beside him was the Furberus, of course. They loved culture, or well, they liked seeing things. The three-headed creature happily followed their creator in their hover chair. In a rare event, Yuch was the 'top head', Bir was steering the joystick controls, and Ikki was draped over the back of the chair in repose.

Vara'l eventually returned, looking less pale than he had been and with a young Romulan perched on his shoulders. Moving as he exchanged quiet words with said young Romulan, he headed toward the #┆magna-roman-exhibit . His son had asked to come to the festival and to start there...so he'd assented to at least take them around some bits. (edited)

Telim probably happened to make navigation not too easy a feat as he responded to their 'Alright.' His response the provision of a big hug that if anything might have seemed to briefly blind Vara'l given he hugged their head.

Coming to the expo hall was Xuan! They were very curious about the Romulan booth in particular! Dressed in ridiculously large crocs, grey sweatpants (apparently the sexiest colour?), and a blue graphic tee that read, 'worming around' with a Trill symbiont on it, they made their way through the entrance expo hall and towards the booth. Their pet elachi skitterer, Thyroid, was also there, skittering along the floor.

Dressed in a bland shirt and trouser combo, efficient and functional for their intended purpose of going around a 'Cultural festival' on their day off, Twelve entered the expo hall quietly. After they'd swept the room with their assessing gaze and located the place that seemingly was where you were required to go to register to enter, they headed their and received their tote bag and such things. A idle moment spent as they wondered why tote bags appeared to be something that some events put on just..handed out like this when others didn't. What function was served by the provision of...these things? "Hm." She'd curiously hummed then before she thanked the person who'd handed her the bag and headed inside. Once past the person, she briefly paused and looked within the bag before she headed in the direction of the 'snacks.' They happened to consider snacks a inefficient way of obtaining the nutrients required by many biological bodies but.. well, snacks tended to taste rather good. So that.. excused any inefficiency inherent in snacks and snacking, in her eyes at least. She'd also arrived here on a empty stomach as well, that was something that required correction before any exhibit could be properly appreciated, or so she'd previously been informed by others in the cooperative. A small and very plucky member of species 5618 who'd elected to call themselves Bart instead of 3 of 9. That little observation of who had informed her of that something that briefly presented itself in the back of their mind for a moment before it was idly filed under 'currently irrelevant' and ignored. Snacks seemed more important at present, as she walked her way in the direction of said things. (edited)

If you had asked a few of the people who were…vaguely close to Maxson, they likely would have told you that he wasn’t going to show up to the festival. But, he occasionally still found a way to surprise a few of the officers who knew him. And honestly, Maxson wasn’t really close with anyone. So it’s uncertain as to who you’d be talking to in the first place. Still clad in his uniform, the lieutenant commander walked into the expo hall with with the expression on his face that he most often wore: A flat scowl, though it didn’t quite mean he wasn’t happy to be here. That’s just how he looked! Though, he wasn’t particularly happy to be much of anywhere based off of the interactions he had with fellow officers. Nevertheless, Maxson the stick-in-the-mud scanned the expo hall for anything of interesting to him. He wasn’t quite planning on speaking to anyone, but public events always risked someone talking to him. “Hrmph…” He grumbled under his breath. He’d have to do something, right? The plants looked interesting enough. Perhaps he’d head over there.