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Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::in the ready room, staring at his options on the terminal, regarding his family's home:;
Lieutenant Tiran: ::in his quarters, getting dressed for duty::
Catie MacGregor: :::comes up to the Captain's RR door and stops:::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::in her temp. quarters on the base, alone, thinking about Allen's strange behaviour::
Catie MacGregor: ::reaches up and taps the chime::
Boreth: ::in Engineering fixing the replicator::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::snaps up out of his trance:: Come!
CWO FitzGerald: ::Makes her way out of a Dublin pub, more than slightly pickled by now::
Cdr Sullivan: :::on the bridge sitting in her seat of eternal power:::
Cdr Sullivan: <<::::looks at her watch and then to Caine::::>>
Lt Jg Chloe: ::exhales, stretched out on the couch, worrying::
Catie MacGregor: ::strides into the room and stops, hands on hips, in front
Catie MacGregor: of his desk:: And what be ye doing in here, might I ask?
Catie MacGregor: Ye should be out resting and recreating....Captain.
CWO FitzGerald: ::Wearing her brown leather bomber jacket, blue jeans, and a plain white shirt::
Boreth: ::stands up:: I hope this replicator will function correctly now.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::looks up to the Counselor:: I've been home, Counselor.
Belle9898: ::in her family's home in Michigan trying to straighten things out with the death of her
Belle9898: <<will come in a log soon>>
Catie MacGregor: :;lifts a brow and settles into a chair opposite him:: Home?
Boreth: ::takes his engineering kit back to it's place and heads toward the TL::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Vladivostok... where my father was born.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::sits up, then stands, running a hand through her hair and sighing, beginning to pace::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::finishes dressing, walks out of his quarters to the TL::
Catie MacGregor: Did ye have a good time? ::crossing her slim legs and settling her skirt::
Boreth: ::notices engineering is abandoned::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Nyet.
CWO FitzGerald: ::Frowns, watching the people go by, feeling bitter::
Boreth: ::thinks he should at least stay so that things will be looked after::
Catie MacGregor: Might I ask why not? :;watching him::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::shakes her head, grabs her coat and slips it on, leaving the quarters and heading into the
Boreth: ::since no one is around decides to sit in the chieft engineer's chair::
Lt Jg Chloe: hustle and bustle of the base's corridors::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: It is different without my family zere... my home is empty.
Lieutenant Tiran: :while walking down the corridor, wonders if Belle has returned to the ship yet::
Cdr Sullivan: :::stands and paces the bridge for a moment or three:::
Catie MacGregor: Ah...too many ghosts inhabiting the place to suit you?
CWO FitzGerald: ::Sees one person go by, an Irish boy with blazing red hair, freckles::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: I am considering selling it.
Cdr Sullivan: <<That narrows it down, Fitz... :D>>
Catie MacGregor: Captain...if I might give ye a bit of advice?
Belle9898: ::walks through the rooms and thinks about what she and Dr. Caine talked about
Lt Jg Chloe: ::walks around, just thinking::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: You're ze Counselor.
CWO FitzGerald: ::Her eyes lock on his glasses, she stops in her tracks, watching him pass, her mind
Boreth: ::decides to take his own chair because he knows Tiran doesn't like to be threatened::
Belle9898: ::her mind drifts to tiran and she smiles, she really missed him::
CWO FitzGerald: going back to a very different place::
Cdr Sullivan: :::passes command to the next in command and walks
Cdr Sullivan: with her normal catlike tread to the lift::::
Belle9898: ::walks out of the house, locks it up and heads to her bags::
Boreth: ::stares at the core contemplating his thoughts::
Belle9898: ::heaves a sigh and feels as if a weight was lifted::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::reaches the TL and decides to go directly to ME, without looking for Belle:: Engineering
CWO FitzGerald: ::Closes her eyes, her hands balling into fists, as shadows well up in her mind::
Catie MacGregor: Perhaps ye should remember the good times ye had
Catie MacGregor: there..and think about the good times ye might have
Catie MacGregor: there in the future. Someday ye might have a bairn that
Catie MacGregor: ye would enjoy showing yer old home.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::reaches a viewport, stands there, just staring out of it::
Boreth: ::wonders if he made a good impression with Chloe::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::strokes his goatee with thumb and forefinger:: Da... you hev a point...
Catie MacGregor: And before ye can say it..I know..I'm stepping over the
Catie MacGregor: boundaries, but I'd hate ta see ye do something that ye
Catie MacGregor: might regret.
Belle9898: ::transports to the station with her baggage::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Zat is your job, da?
Lieutenant Tiran: ::exits the TL to an almost empty Main Engineering::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::crosses her arms, seeing the little shuttles and vesses moving about::
Catie MacGregor: ::smiles:: Among other things.
Boreth: ::decides he might make a visit later just to say hello::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::smiles slightly:: And what brings you here, Counselor?
Belle9898: :;leaves her bags there and goes to find something for Tiran::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::paces around Engineering as he always does when he starts his shift::
Lt Jg Chloe: <<WB Caine. :)>>
Boreth: ::looks over a PADD::
Catie MacGregor: Call it intuition, but I had a feeling that perhaps I was
Catie MacGregor: needed..not to mention I've seen ye enough now to figure
Catie MacGregor: that you had holed yourself up here upon your return to
Catie MacGregor: the ship.
Boreth: ::hears steps:: is that you Mr. Tiran?
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Interesting, indeed.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::leans against the wall, still staring out::
Boreth: ::turns in his chair::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::walks toward the voice:: Yes, Boreth, it's me but please we are informal here, call me Ral
CWO FitzGerald: ::Opens her eyes, now wet, taps her com:: Fitzgerald to engineering, one to beam, to the
CWO FitzGerald: medbay::
Catie MacGregor: Besides..there was nothing keeping me any place. My
Catie MacGregor: brother is off on an away mission and wasn't available to
Catie MacGregor: meet me. :;shrugs::
Boreth: Okay. . .Mr. Ral.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Hev you ever seen Vladivostok?
Cdr Sullivan: :::steps into it, unsure as to where she is really headed:::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::slowly walks away from Boreth, making a note to work with him on calling him by only his
Lieutenant Tiran: first name::
Catie MacGregor: ::shakes her head:: Nay. I can't say as I have.
Boreth: +Fitzgerald+ Beaming you to Medbay.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: It is a beautiful place. You should visit zere sometime.
Boreth: ::magical transporter special effects::
Belle9898: ::finds an interesting frame and pays for it then heads toward the Transporter::
Catie MacGregor: Perhaps someone would show it to me. ::smiles::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Zat could be arranged, da.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::starts to walk away from the VP::
CWO FitzGerald: ::Gets that queezy feeling from the tramsporter, shakes her head::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::still pacing around Engineering, wondering when the ship will leave::
Boreth: I have everything under control here sir. If you would like to see Miss Belle you can.
Belle9898: ::gets on the Pad and transports to the ship::
CWO FitzGerald: ::leans against a bioscanner, looking to ensure no one else could see her::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::walks back over to Boreth, taking a seat at the console next to him::
Boreth: I am quite capable of handling things here until we depart.
Catie MacGregor: I would like that...very much. ::smiles again::
Lieutenant Tiran: Chief Engineer should occasionally be in Main Engineering, plus she's not currently
Lieutenant Tiran: on the ship....
Catie MacGregor: As long as the guide be a handsome male.::grins::
Belle9898: ::takes her bags to her quarters and woders if Tiran was on the ship::
Boreth: According to the log she just beamed aboard.
CWO FitzGerald: ::Sucks in a deep breath, reining in her emotions, pulling back from the verge of sobbing::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::reaches the docking area of the Atlantis, and enters it.::
Boreth: I can handle things I assure you. I know how to contact you if I have a problem.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::eyes the log and begins to think:: Perhaps she would like to be alone right now, if she
Lieutenant Tiran: doesn't, she knows she can come and get me anytime
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::smiles at her:: Well... I hope zat can be arranged.
Boreth: That is true.
Belle9898: ::lugs her bag into her bedroom and leaves it there::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::chuckles slightly:: Mr. Boreth, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were after my job
Boreth: Maybe then she will grace us with her presence?
Lt Jg Chloe: ::walks to a TL, enters it::
Belle9898: ::walks out quickly with the frame her dress flowing behind her::
Doctor Caine: :::arrives onboard:::
Catie MacGregor: ::laughs:: Captain..I trust you can arrange anything you
Catie MacGregor: wish...I just wonder ...:;trails off::
Boreth: Not at all sir.
Belle9898: Computer.. Please Locate Lt. Ral Tiran
Lt Jg Chloe: ::waits, knowing that she had arranged to have her things beamed to her quarters::
Lieutenant Tiran: I hope she does come but...
Cdr Sullivan: :::takes the lift to some deck or another and steps off::::
Doctor Caine: :::enters turbolift::: Sickbay
Cpt AC Zuriyev: I do not think you finished?
Lt Jg Chloe: ::steps out of the TL, walks a few paces and comes to her quarters, pressing the security
Lt Jg Chloe: code and enters::
Belle9898: Computer> Lt. Ral Tiran is currently in Main Engineering
Boreth: She will sir. You seem a very. . .likeable crewmate.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::tires to change the subject:: How did your dinner go with Lt. Tiernee
Doctor Caine: :::enters Sickbay:::
Lieutenant Tiran: go?
Belle9898: ::forgets about changing and heads out of her quarters::
Boreth: ::turns to his console:: it went well I suppose.
CWO FitzGerald: ::Dries her eyes on the sleeve of her brown bomber jacket, turning with suprise to the doc::
Boreth: For my first date in my life. . .I'd say it was fine.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::walks past her bags and right to her bed, flopping on it:: Hmm..::closes eyes::
Doctor Caine: Doctor FitzGerald, what is wrong?
Boreth: I ate something called "ravioli".
Belle9898: ::feeling much better than she was, she basically skips to the TL::
Boreth: Interesting Italian dish it is.
Catie MacGregor: I had not..tis not normal for me. ::frowns::I had wondered
Catie MacGregor: if you would really wish to show me your home or if
Catie MacGregor: perhaps you were merely being polite.
Lt Jg Chloe: :;reaches her arm over and feels the empty space, looks at it.. feeling alone::
CWO FitzGerald: :::Shakes her head:: I just saw a ghost, I guess, sir... Sorry...
Lieutenant Tiran: Italian...your first Italian meal?
Cpt AC Zuriyev: It would be nice for someone to see it, da.
Boreth: Yes sir. I have never been to Earth before remember.
Belle9898: ::enter the TL:: Main Engineering ::clutches the frame hoping he will like the intricate
Belle9898: design on it::
Doctor Caine: A ghost? Tell me what you saw.
Lieutenant Tiran: The replicators can make Italian meals, although they don't taste exactly the same
Boreth: ::pushing buttons on the consoles::
Catie MacGregor: Then I would be most honored to see it with you.
Catie MacGregor: ::uncrosses her legs and sits forward::: Are we going to
Catie MacGregor: be assigned a new mission soon or do we have perhaps
Catie MacGregor: a wee bit more leave to enjoy?
Boreth: I've noticed that about replicators. In fact I was trying to fix that one. ::points::
Belle9898: ::wishes the TL would go faster, but as she thinks that the door hiss open::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::turns on her side, and curls up, closing her eyes::
CWO FitzGerald: ::tries to square away her black hair, tying it back:: I don't think I've been completely
Cpt AC Zuriyev: We do not know... we await word from Starfleet Medical.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: If you like, we can go now;
Lieutenant Tiran: ::eyes the replicator:: Trying? What was the problem?
CWO FitzGerald: honest, sir... I wasn't origionally a medic, in the corps...
Belle9898: ::tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and enters ME::
Cdr Sullivan: ::::notices that she is in the vicinity of her quarters and
Cdr Sullivan: makes a beeline for them:::
Boreth: It wasn't functioning properly. I ordered a cup of coffee and got gah'k in a cup.
Doctor Caine: :::gently:::: Tell me.
Catie MacGregor: Twas not a trip I was suggesting..::laughs:: Merely
Catie MacGregor: wondering if I could charm you into sharing dinner with
Catie MacGregor: me. Tis awful to eat alone.
Belle9898: ::turns the corner and sees Boreth an dTiran talking::
Boreth: It wasn't exactly a pleasent sight.
Lieutenant Tiran: I take it you don't like Klingon drinks?
CWO FitzGerald: ::Her eyes lock on an idle scanner:: I was a scout, in an expeditionary unit.
Doctor Caine: Yes....
Lieutenant Tiran: ::senses someone else in Engineering and turns in his chair to see Belle::
Boreth: ::looks quizically:: I thought you ate gah'k?
Belle9898: ::siles and walks over to them trying not to interuppt::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::hums to herself, tired, but not really sleepy::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::raises an eyebrow and almost declines, but something stops him:: Da, I would like zat.
Boreth: :;turns from his console to see Belle::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::stands as Belle walks near them both::
Boreth: ::remains seated and working::
Belle9898: Hi guys sorry to interuppt..
CWO FitzGerald: One day on a patrol the main body of our unit was ambushed. My team was up ahead, or we
Lieutenant Tiran: ::smiling as he sees Belle in her dress:: Your presence is always welcome Engineering
CWO FitzGerald: would have been hit too... When we got to where the firing was, the rebels had pulled back.
Catie MacGregor: ::tilts her head and contemplates him for a moment:: I am not...stepping over again, am I?
Lt Jg Chloe: ::decides to go and finish those reports, stands and grabs her bag, leaving the quarters::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::goes to TL, yadda yadda:: Sickbay.
Cdr Sullivan: :::sits on her bed with a heavy sigh, and lays back:::
Belle9898: ::smiles:: I hope I didn't interuppt anything serious?
Doctor Caine: What happened?
Boreth: Not at all Miss Belle.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Nyet... trust me, I would let you know if you crossed zhe line.
CWO FitzGerald: There was... Blood. Everywhere, blood. I tried to help. The doctor had been hit in the
Belle9898: ::looks to Boreth and smiles at him:: I heard you and a certain crewmeber went out..
Lieutenant Tiran: No, we were discussing Klingon foods I believe...
CWO FitzGerald: stomach, he worked until he bled out...
Lt Jg Chloe: <<AFK.. >>
Boreth: No secrets on this ship?
Belle9898: ::chuckles:: apparently not..
Doctor Caine: And what did you do?
Lieutenant Tiran: ::smiles:: It's a small ship, how long do you think it took for people to know about Belle
Lieutenant Tiran: and I?
Catie MacGregor: ::nods:: Good. ::smiles and her eyes twinkle::I
Catie MacGregor: discovered something new while I was on leave.
Catie MacGregor: Something called Devlovian souffle. Most wicked dessert.
Boreth: ::shrug:: I couldn't guess.
Belle9898: :;walks closer to Tiran and blushes:: Wasn't hard ..
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Truly?
Belle9898: for them to find that out
CWO FitzGerald: We knew the rebels were regrouping. We fixed who we could, carrying them out of the way.
Boreth: Maybe I should leave you two alone?
Lieutenant Tiran: ::smiles at Belle beside him:: No, please continue your work, why don't you tell Belle about
Lieutenant Tiran: your date?
Doctor Caine: How does this trouble you?
CWO FitzGerald: the rest we used as bait. ::Shudders:: It was the only way we could survive. We ambushed
CWO FitzGerald: the rebels as they came in to attack.
Belle9898: ::shakes her head:: Noo... you can stay.., yes I would love to hear all about it
Boreth: Very well. ::gulp::
Lieutenant Tiran: A woman's opinion could help in any future dates...
Catie MacGregor: ::Nods emphatically, making her long red ponytail
Catie MacGregor: dance:: Aye..truly. Have you ever had it?
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Nyet, I hev not had ze pleasure.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::offers Belle the chair he was sitting in next to Boreth::
Belle9898: ::sees the chair he offered:: Ohh thank you
CWO FitzGerald: They weren't soldiers... Just farmers. We killed them all. Shot their wounded...
Boreth: We went to an Italian resaraunt. I ordered something called "ravioli". We ate and talked and
Boreth: that was it.
Catie MacGregor: Then we shall certainly have some...it will be my treat.
Lt Jg Chloe: <<Sorry.. baby is teething..had to help Daddy cheer him up a bit. ;P>>
Doctor Caine: And you lived.
Lt Jg Chloe: <<::is back now::>>
Boreth: Nothing truly exciting.
Belle9898: ::sits in the chair listening to him:: Ravioli? sounds like it was fun..
CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods:: About a dozen of us did...
Cpt AC Zuriyev: And when shall zis be?
Boreth: Very messy as well.
CWO FitzGerald: My squad, and four others...
Cdr Sullivan: :::mutters something under her breath and sits up:::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::suddenly thinking of his friend Allen:: Boreth, was this a date-date or a friends date?
Lt Jg Chloe: ::steps out of the TL, and quickly enters SB and goes straight into her office::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::the door closing behind her::
Boreth: ::gives him a curious look:: What do you mean? "date-date"?
Doctor Caine: :::gently::: What else could you do?
Lt Jg Chloe: << Friends date. :P>>
Catie MacGregor: :;looks down at herself:: As soon as I've had time to
Catie MacGregor: change? Or do ye have work ye must attend to?
Catie MacGregor: ::smiles::I would not want to be accused of keeping the
Catie MacGregor: Captain from his duties..even if he does need distracting.
Cdr Sullivan: :::crosses to the open area in her living space and dims
Cdr Sullivan: the lights:::
CWO FitzGerald: ::Shakes her head:: I don't know. I keep trying to think, what i could have done...
Boreth: A friend's date I suppose. I believe Chloe is already taken by another.
Belle9898: ::realizes she was still holding the frame for Ral::
Doctor Caine: You survived. You did your best in a mess of a situation.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::sits at her desk and takes out the PADD's... staring at them::
Belle9898: ::nods and whispers:: Allen.. I think that is his name
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Well, we are in a waiting game at zis point.
Boreth: Somewhat unfortunately. . .
Lieutenant Tiran: ::tired to encourage Boreth:: There are several other single females on the ship however...
Boreth: No matter though. I am sure there are sir.
Catie MacGregor: ::gets up and leans over his desk:: Then...we should
Catie MacGregor: both change. Twould be nice to see ye in something
Catie MacGregor: other than that uniform. ::smiles::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::takes the top one, looks it over, though half-heartedly::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::doesn't think Boreth would appreciate being set up on a date::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: It has been a long time since I hev worn anything but zis uniform. ::chuckles::
CWO FitzGerald: ::Shakes her head, still looking at the scanner::
Belle9898: ::thinks about several of the women she knew on the ship::
Cdr Sullivan: :::stands perfectly still and lowers her chin to her chest,
Cdr Sullivan: inhaling deeply:::
Boreth: Just a new experience is all it was.
Catie MacGregor: ::soft laugh:: Dig deep into your closet, Captain..I am
CWO FitzGerald: Doc, I'm sorry...
Catie MacGregor: sure you can find something. I promise dessert will be
Doctor Caine: Fitz, it's war, and it's ugly, and that's why it's avoided as much
Doctor Caine: as possible.
Catie MacGregor: worth it. ::smiles and winks::
Lieutenant Tiran: You know Boreth, I'm sure Belle would be happy to introduce you to a few of her female
Lieutenant Tiran: friends....
Boreth: :;shakes head no::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: I am sure I hev something. ::smiles:
Belle9898: ::glances to Ral in mock horrer, she forgot he could do that:;
Lt Jg Chloe: Computer ..begin recording .. patient file 357-JDI-48, Ensign Nancy Saunders...
Cdr Sullivan: :::rotates her shoulders slowly, loosening the joints:::
Doctor Caine: and if you second guess what you did in the heat of battle, it'll
Doctor Caine: make you crazy, make you mistrust yourself.
Catie MacGregor: Shall we meet at the docking port in..::thinks:: 30 minutes?
Boreth: The thought is appreciated, but i couldn't impose.
Lt Jg Chloe: Came in complaining of stomach pains..::pauses:: Ran tests.. found out it was a bad combo of
Lt Jg Chloe: tunafish and saurkraut... she swore it off for good...
Belle9898: ::covers her mouth with her hand trying not to giggle::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::sees Boreth's reaction:: Ok, just trying to help
Cdr Sullivan: <<<ewww..... tunafish and saurkraut.....>>
Boreth: ::looks at Belle very curiously:: What?
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::at that point, the terminal thweeps:: Terminal>
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Incoming Message from Starfleet Medical.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::eyes Belle, wondering if she is laughing::
Lt Jg Chloe: << That was something I actually ATE while I was pregnant.. sometimes it was the only thing
Lt Jg Chloe: I could keep down.. ;P>>
Catie MacGregor: ::sighs and drops back into the chair:::
Belle9898: ::trys to stop laughing:; nothing.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Just a second.
Boreth: ::gives somewhat of a glare:: Very well.
Cdr Sullivan: :::raises her arms in an arc in the air above her, lifting her
Cdr Sullivan: head::::
Belle9898: <<Hey I had chicken flavored rice with tuna.. I loved oit then.. can't stand it now::
Catie MacGregor: Tis the fates...the jealous creatures hate me..::muttering to herself::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::sits down, Admiral Femeref comes on the screen::
CWO FitzGerald: ::Her eyes lock on the Doc's, almost completely void of life:: Thanks, Doc...
Lieutenant Tiran: ::leans down to whisper in Belle's ear:: I think we are embarrassing Boreth, perhaps we
Lt Jg Chloe: << And I had to put mustard on everything.. blech. :P>>
Lieutenant Tiran: should leave him alone for a time
Doctor Caine: In the Shaolin teaching, we have a creed.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Femeref> Good news, Captain... the first cloning of the Aberfoyle has been successful.
Cdr Sullivan: :::shifts her weight and steps forward in a graceful lunge:::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::smiles:: Excellent.
Belle9898: ::swings around in the chair and nods:: Yes we had better
Boreth: ::turns back to work at his console::
CWO FitzGerald: ::Listens::
Doctor Caine: "Avoid rather than check, check rather than hurt, hurt rather
Doctor Caine: than maim, and maim rather than kill....
Lt Jg Chloe: ::moves to the next file, then sighs, setting it back down and knocking over ALL the padds
Catie MacGregor: ::listening quietly, nods to herself::
Doctor Caine: ....for all of life is precious, nor can any of it be replaced."
Lieutenant Tiran: ::toward Boreth:: I'll escort Belle to wherever she is going, you have Engineering until I
Lt Jg Chloe: off the desk, making a loud racket:: Bloody hell.. ::mutters, slams her hand on the
Lt Jg Chloe: desk::
Lieutenant Tiran: return
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Femeref> Recall your crew... there will be a reception
Boreth: Very well sir.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: on Atlantis... a celebration, of sorts.
Belle9898: ::wishes she could just give Ral a hug, since she hasn't seen him in awhile::
Catie MacGregor: ::lifts a brow, curious::
Belle9898: ::thank you Boreth.. I hope everything goes all right with you
Boreth: Take all the time you need.
Doctor Caine: :::reaches out and touches Fitz's shoulder::: But remember....
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::nods::
Boreth: No need for worry of me.
Doctor Caine: your life is precious, too.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Femeref> I wish for you to arrange that... Captain's discretion.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::grabs Belle's hand and walks toward the TL:: Come on
Belle9898: ::stands and walks with Ral toward the TL::
Boreth: ::keeps a close monitor on all systems::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::suddenly bursts into tears, the worrying she has done welling up too much::
CWO FitzGerald: ::warms a little at the touch, nodding:: Thank you, Doc...
Cdr Sullivan: :::balanced carefully, she sweeps her hands in the air
Cdr Sullivan: around her as if sifting negative energies through them:::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::lays her head on the desk and sobs quietly::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::feeling relieved to be with Belle again::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Aye, sir, I shall.
Lt Jg Chloe: ::needing to get some frustration out::
Doctor Caine: And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a first officer to find.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Femeref> SF Medical out.
Belle9898: ::still holding the frame in the other hand:: Oh.. before I forget
Belle9898: ::to Ral:: I got you something while I was away
Cpt AC Zuriyev: +Sullivan+ Zuriyev to Sullivan.
Boreth: ::thinking he might want a haircut::
CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods:: Aye, sir... I'm going to head to Deck 1... I have a feeling we're leaving, and I
Belle9898: ::lift the frame towards him::
CWO FitzGerald: want to get a final look at her...
Cdr Sullivan: :::closes her eyes and grumbles before carefully tapping
Cdr Sullivan: her commbadge::::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::stops walking:: You didn't need to do that ::sees the frame:: It's beautiful!
Doctor Caine: ::;waves her off::: Go! Take all the time you need.
Cdr Sullivan: *Zuri* Sullivan here. Go ahead, sir.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::takes the frame in his head, eyeing it more closely::
Belle9898: ::smiles:: I saw it and just had to get it for you
Lieutenant Tiran: <<hand not head>>
CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods:: Aye, sir.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: +Sullivan+ Recall ze crew... News from Starfleet
Cpt AC Zuriyev: medical is zat the first cloning of ze Aberfoyle was
Cpt AC Zuriyev: successful.
Boreth: ::thinks he might want to mangle with the replicator again::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::gives MacGregor the "Wait Just a Second" look::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::still in her office::
Catie MacGregor: ::settles back in the chair, slight nod::
Boreth: ::makes a mental note to say hello to Chloe later::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::hugs Belle, while holding the frame:: I missed you...
Cdr Sullivan: :::stands carefully::: *Zuri* Yes, sir.
Belle9898: Do you really like it? ::hugs him back:: I missed you too
Cpt AC Zuriyev: +Suli+ Thank you, Number One.
Boreth: ::takes a letter and sends it to Chloe's quarters::
Cdr Sullivan: *Zuri* :::a little surprised at the thank you::: You... you are
Cdr Sullivan: welcome.
Lieutenant Tiran: Of course I do! The design looks similar to Betazad design
Boreth: ::a little yawn:;
Lt Jg Chloe: ::slowly pulls herself together, wiping at her eyes, thinking she is being silly::
Belle9898: Really? ::looks a bit closer to the frame while still int he circle of his arms::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: +Suli+ Zuriyev out.
Cdr Sullivan: :::goes to her console and accesses the crew's
Cdr Sullivan: commsystem:::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Pleasing news...
Boreth: ::gets up and walks to the replicator:: Coffee.
Lieutenant Tiran: It looks like the one my mother kept over our fireplace at home
Catie MacGregor: ::Nods::Very...but with a bit of disappointment attached.
Catie MacGregor: I shall have to introduce you to that dessert at another
Catie MacGregor: time.
Boreth: ::it appears he takes it and sips while heading back to his seat::
Cpt AC Zuriyev: It will be a while before ze gathering... we probably hev another few days here at Earth.
Belle9898: I am so glad you like it... ::gives him a fleeting kiss on his lips::
Catie MacGregor: And you have a celebration to plan. Any clue what you are going to do?
Boreth: ::shakes his head:: Great. . .
Doctor Caine: :::readies medical for ship's departure:::
Cdr Sullivan: *ALL CREW* Attention all personnel..... you are hereby
Cdr Sullivan: ordered to return shipside immediately.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: I was thinking a formal ball...
Lt Jg Chloe: ::steps out of her office, after attempting to pull herself together, still in her off-duty
Lt Jg Chloe: clothing::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::glances about SB::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::smiles and hears the announcement:: We'd better go get it to my quarters quickly before we
Lieutenant Tiran: need to be on duty
Boreth: :;takes back his seat and continues monitoring preparing a repair schedule::
Doctor Caine: :::transmits the last of Captain Jao's treatment
Doctor Caine: recommendations to starbase medical:::
Cdr Sullivan: *ALL CREW* Cease all merry making and relaxing and
Cdr Sullivan: prepare for further orders.
Belle9898: ::nods:: Or we'll be late.. again..
CWO FitzGerald: ::Makes her way to Deck 1's observation deck, watches the planet turn below::
Belle9898: ::smiles feeling so much better than she had in the past weeks::
Doctor Caine: :::looks closesly at Chloe::: Chloe?
Boreth: ::says aloud:: Too late Commander.
Lieutenant Tiran: ::begins walking with Belle back toward the TL:: What else did you do without me?
Cdr Sullivan: :::takes a deep breath and adjusts her tunic before exiting
Cdr Sullivan: her quarters:::
Belle9898: I would be on time? ::stifles a laugh::
Lt Jg Chloe: ::startles, just noticing she isn't alone:: Caine! Oh.. ::rubs at her neck:: I didn't see
Lt Jg Chloe: you there...::her skin flushed even more::
Doctor Caine: Are you all right?
Lt Jg Chloe: Oh .. I.. I'm fine. Just finishing up some .. reports. I was way behind. ::manages a smile::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::grins:: Funny, real funny, keep in mind who made us late for the very first time
Cdr Sullivan: :::steps into the lift and dictates her destination:::
Belle9898: :;begins to tickle him:: umm.. you did?
Catie MacGregor: :;startled:: A ball?
Boreth: :;takes a drink of his caffenated beverage::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::begins to laugh and tickle her in return:: Think again
Doctor Caine: Are you sure, Chloe?
Cdr Sullivan: ::::still a bit tense::::
Catie MacGregor: ::wrinkles her nose:: Please tell me ye don't intend to make me wear that dress uniform?
Belle9898: ::laughs:: not I!
Lt Jg Chloe: ::smiles lightly:: Don't worry about me.. I just have a few things on my mind..
Lt Jg Chloe: ... you know how that is.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: Not at all... when I arrange a formal ball, it is tuxedos and evening dresses.
Cdr Sullivan: :::exits and walks into medical, not quite knowing why::::
Lieutenant Tiran: ::enters the TL with Belle by his side:: Deck 7
Cdr Sullivan: <<Cool! I get to wear a Tux!>>
Belle9898: ::turns to him:: Deck 7? You moved?
Doctor Caine: :::decides to press, just a bit::: Tell me how it is, Chloe.
Cpt AC Zuriyev: <<MALES in Tuxes, FEMALES in dresses!! No exceptions!! :)>>
Catie MacGregor: And how long did ye say until this festivity takes place?
Cdr Sullivan: <<But you have the legs for a nice.... nevermind.>>
Lieutenant Tiran: ::smiles:: A surprise I learned of while you were on Earth, I guess it goes with the
Lieutenant Tiran: new position
Cpt AC Zuriyev: <<Quiet, you.>>
Cpt AC Zuriyev: A few days, I would ay.
Doctor Caine: <<<I have the legs for a nice piano>>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<::::zips her lips:::>>
Cpt AC Zuriyev: +++PAUSE SIM++PAUSE SIM+++
Cpt AC Zuriyev: ++PAUSE SIM++++PAUSE SIM++
Belle9898: ::smiles:: Your closer? That's great!
Cpt AC Zuriyev: +++PAUSE SIM++PAUSE SIM+++