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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: brother

Belle9898: ::

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::

Belle9898: :;

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::

Boreth: Indeed.

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.

Belle9898: ::nods:: 

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..

Boreth: Indeed.

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::

Belle9898: ::chuckles:: 

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+++