The initiates on the outside of the enclave where dressed in a lighter set of what.. would be more of a suggestion of a robe then say a suit or uniform.
Ushering in the delegates through a few halls to the observation lounge newly completed with a view of the planet the asteroid/port orbited.
Omicron-81 has a great deal of visual stimulation from the hyper radiation coming from the stars interacting with the green nebula and other strange fields of phenomena within... The point being was.. it was a strange place for an Italian dinner....
The table was set with earthenware plates glazed enough so you weren't eating off of a chalkboard. With an array of silverware...
While most wouldn't know what the hell to do with three forks of varying sizes, spoons just as varied and of course two different blunted knives...
Three more napkins, seat cushions, glasses of water, and two glasses of what will be filled with... who knows what. The pursers and servers were all Cult initiates oddly standing at..a type of mental inattention seemingly hearing something in the air that those in the room were eerily unaware.
Where its apparent the wood molding of this particular lounge was not completely installed the deck plate was covered by an array of round and oval carpets ..possibly pilfered from traditional homes of Malta.
The spread had yet to come... but the room was ready with plenty of standing and lounging room and the dinner table. Staff waiting on requests... the first to get there was Liam... Who turned his attention to the observation window two sets of chairs in which he took one to observe the view and wait for friends and guests...
'Father Liam did you want coffee?' an initiate asked.. a pretty blonde he had seen before made him smile familiarly.
'That vould be good. Id like to relax.. something in my hand will keep me from napping in this chair.' he replied.
She scurried off and Liam contemplated maybe 12 pans was too much...