RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Agent DanteSmith: ::sitting in his quarters::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Still at Tactical, wondering when ships are going to be shooting at them::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::on the bridge, puzzling over the strange ship's message and phase variance::
CounselorTempest: ::in the holodeck managing animals. Ambassadors. Same diff.::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::in the center seat, looking at the ship on the screen::
LtJGTommySpark: ::off duty -- struttin' his stuff through a corridor::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, any ideas?
CounselorTempest: Ship> ::floats in space;:
Agent DanteSmith: <<that's scary Tommy>>
CounselorTempest
: Ship> ::metallically::
LtJGTommySpark: ::lightly singing to himself::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: If they're out of phase ... is it possible they are an echo of sort from another dimension?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Iiiiiinteresting ... not sure I follow, though.
LtJGTommySpark: <<Oh, dude. That's like that cool episode where Ro and -- is it Riker or Geordi, are stuck in that phase thingie.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: Are you saying they don't exist at the same time as us? They're displaced in time? Or is it just space?
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at his reflection in the mirror::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Well, the dimensions intersect at certain points... it is possible that we are seeing events that have already happened.
CounselorTempest: Ship> ::registers, when Axelalexa does a quick scan, as having the same dimensional blah blah signature
CounselorTempest: as the Atlantis::
Doctor Caine: :::paces in Engineering, considering the situation::::
CounselorTempest: Axelalexa> ::runs out of main science because someone turns on a light::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Oh, crap. I practically failed temporal mechanics at the Academy. If I hadn't sucked up to Professor Skitzen, I ... never mind.
CounselorTempest: Axelalexa> ::hides in the small, dark space under the warp core::
Agent DanteSmith: <<::roflol::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Or a couple of seconds of temporal displacement.
Agent DanteSmith: <<oh yeah...Syd's gonna appreciate that...>>
Doctor Caine
: :::turns::: Axe, clean up a little while you're under there.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Hmm ... just a couple of seconds? I can wrap my brain around that better than a few years, or centuries, for that matter.
CounselorTempest: <<THen he should have come to the sim. :-P>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<roflol>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: But we obviously have no problem communicating with them, and luckily, their weapons don't seem to be able to harm us. Although ... it still doesn't make sense.
CounselorTempest: Ship> ::floats uininterestingly, its metallic bits remaining metallic, its inert bits remaining inert::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Dammit, Zuriyev. I'm a doctor, not a quantum physicist.
CounselorTempest: <<Oh, so the only job you want is Tempest's. :-P>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::shakes head::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::glances at Dolan:: Anyway, I do not see what we can do here, and they obviously are not harmful to Starfleet.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Catalog it and move on.
LtJGTommySpark: ::swings by quarters::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Shall we resume course?
LtJGTommySpark: ::realizes he has received a communique from Jenni Randall::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes.
Agent DanteSmith: ::wonders about recent events in his life::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Helm, resume original course, we have a funeral to catch.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Helm> Aye, Commander.
CounselorTempest: ::wishes she were a better telepath so she could idly reorganize people's memories::
CounselorTempest: ::thinks it would be fun to make Brooke think she was in love with Zuriyev or somesuch::
Agent DanteSmith: ::exits his quarters and begins to wander the ship::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::notes the strange encounter with the ship in her official log::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<don't even THINK about it!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: Helm, estimated time of arrival?
CounselorTempest: ::thinks about it some more::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Helm> Five hours.
Agent DanteSmith: <<welcome to another installment of USS General Hospital>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::sighs:: Can we speed it up a bit? We lost some time back there.
CounselorTempest: <<When did we get a talking helm?>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol...good one>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Yes, increase speed to warp eight point five.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<When this season's budget increase came through. They're state of the art.>>
LtJGTommySpark: <<Brooke, permission to replace talking helm with Ensign Miguel Gutierrez>>
CounselorTempest: <<Thanks for "Putting it Together">>
Agent DanteSmith: ::starts to head toward Eden's quarters...thinks better of it::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Helm> Aye, sir. Updated arrival time is 15 minutes.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Go ahead, Tommy.>>
LtJGTommySpark: <<hot latin gay man appears on bridge>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Warp speed limit ::scoffs::
Agent DanteSmith: <<see...this nepetism is starting to get old...:-D>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Why bother moving at low warp at all? When you can cut your travel time to 1/20 ....
Agent DanteSmith: ::heads for the mess hall::
LtJGTommySpark
: Jenni Randall< Hey sexy. ::smiles:: It's lil ole me. I know it's been a while...
CounselorTempest has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Bites his bottom lip and stares at his scanners::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We are not supposed to exceed warp five.
Doctor Caine: Because me "wee bairns" canna take the pressure, Brooke!
CmdrBrookeDolan: Yes, yes, destabilization of subspace and all that. But it's so much FASTER! Besides, we've got a rotting corpse on board.
Doctor Caine: You'd think it would be in stasis.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: The benefits of flag rank. I can break the limit.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::raises an eyebrow:: I see. It's good to be the Rear Admiral ...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::starts humming an original little ditty::
Agent DanteSmith: <<roflmao...roflol...rofl...lmao...lol>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: <<Oh, but you never saw my "Rear Admiral Haiku," did you?>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<uhm...no...guess not...>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: <<It's sweet. Remind me to e-mail y'all a copy when I get home.>>
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> I'm sure you're out there in space, having wondrous adventures in such...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns back to a report she'd been perusing::
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> Meeting gorgeous alien men ::winks::
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> Well -- I have some big news.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The mysterious ship follows.
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> I'm no longer attending the chef's school in San Francisco...
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni>I'm transferring to a school in Cambridge....
Agent DanteSmith: ::wanders into the Mess Hall::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Stiffly:: Sir, the ship appears to be following us.
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> I know what you're thinking. It's probably for some guy, right?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wonders if the science personnel have made any more breakthroughs about the ship's technology::
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> It's not that. I swear. Er... at least not ONLY that. ::smiles::
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> I needed to get away. Spend some time in another city. I needed a change, you know?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks up:: Following us? Are you sure?
Doctor Caine: ::: leaves engineering, enters turbolift:::: Bridge
CmdrBrookeDolan: Zinthys, from its present course and speed, can you determine its probable trajectory?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::The display he's looking at appears on the forward viewscreen::
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> You know how that is. You're the one whose gone the farthest, right?
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> By the time you get this message, I will already have left.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yes, sir. ::Looks back down::
Doctor Caine: ::::enters bridge, looks at viewscreen::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::waits anxiously, wondering if the alien ship perhaps presents a threat after all::
LtJGTommySpark: Jenni> I'll let you know how to contact me as soon as I know. Love you, kiddo.
LtJGTommySpark: ::shakes, his head, smiles. It's good to hear from her.::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Mr. Caine, are you familiar with any of the sensor data collected about that alien ship? I wonder if you might lend us your expertise.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Does some calculations and vector-work::
Agent DanteSmith: ::orders food and drink and stuff and takes a seat::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::frowns, looking disdainful::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wonders at the sudden look of disdain on the Admiral's face::
Doctor Caine: I can't decide if it's their version of warp, but the weapons seem to indicate otherwise.
Doctor Caine: You generally want your weapons to cause damage.
LtJGTommySpark: ::glances around quarters... decided to get out::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Tommy, do you know the name of the planet we're hading to?>>
LtJGTommySpark: <<I never named it>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, they certainly damaged that second ship. But the beam passed right through us.
Doctor Caine: I've not seen much like this. Of course, >from their point of view, we're the one who are aphasic.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Helm, change course by one degree positive x.
LtJGTommySpark: <<feel free>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: perhaps ... like -- are Klingons really ugly, or is it just that we perceive them as such, and they perceive us as such as well?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Or, ah, I mean, aliens ...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: See if they stick with us.
Lt Allen Zinthys: It's heading toward Hesperus, sir.
CounselorTempest has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Not that Klingons are ugly. They're really perfectly ugly ... I mean lovely.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::Shut UP, Brooke!::
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::looks up from the back of the bridge::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::glances nervously around for bumpy foreheads::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Sirs, that is also the planet we are heading for.
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::shakes his large bumpy forehead::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Did I say Klingons? God, I meant, ... oh, never mind.
CounselorTempest: <<did i miss anything vital?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: :glances at his odd XO:
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<the ship is following us, Klingons are ugly.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<naaaaah...Brooke just ostricized the Klingons on board>>
Doctor Caine
: Essentially correct, Commander.
CounselorTempest: <<goodie, duh.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Should we go to yellow alert? They may pose a security threat. Maybe they did intend to damage us with that beam after all.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Try to lose them. Increase speed to warp nine point nine.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::graps desperately at the subject change::
LtJGTommySpark: ::leaves quarters, heads to mess hall::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Gutierrez> That will put our arrival time at 65.2 seconds, sir.
LtJGTommySpark: ::determined to make new friends::
Doctor Caine: :::hears the order for higher warp, and decides to return to engineering::::
LtJGTommySpark: ::Someone besides Kina::
Agent DanteSmith: ::sips his drink...eyes the other off-duty officers::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::yells to Caine's back:: Let me know if you come up with anything else, Caine!
LtJGTommySpark: ::enters mess hall -- notices obnoxious decor and ugly lighting::
Agent DanteSmith: ::notices Tommy enter::
LtJGTommySpark
: ::orders some food -- sees Dante. Decides to introduce himself::
Doctor Caine: :::shakes his head as the lift doors close::::
LtJGTommySpark: ::sticks out hand:: Lt. Tommy Spark.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The ship disappears off the scanners.
Agent DanteSmith: ::shakes the hand:: Lt. Dante Smith
Lt Allen Zinthys
: The ship seems to be leaving us alone, sir.
Agent DanteSmith: you look familiar...what department are you in?
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Has it changed course?
LtJGTommySpark: Medical
Lt Allen Zinthys: I would assume we outran it, sir.
Agent DanteSmith: ah...can't say I have too much contact with you guys...
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Assume? Can't you tell where it is?
LtJGTommySpark: I've been aboard for several months -- sort of. Er... long story.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Long range sensors.
Agent DanteSmith: ::raises an eyebrow:: hey...I've got time
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Gutierrez> We're approaching Hesperus.
Doctor Caine: :::checks EPS grid, and warp core outputs::::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Standard orbit.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Gutierrez> ::drops out of warp, enters orbit::
Agent DanteSmith: <<Hosenphefer?>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Silently goes back to his console::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Is the ship still on long-range sensors, or did it phase out or something?
LtJGTommySpark: I was stranded on a planet and kidnapped by a vengeful madman. Nothing too interesting.
Agent DanteSmith: whoah...that's gotta suck...
LtJGTommySpark
: Guess that's what I get for taking time off so soon after coming onboard
LtJGTommySpark: It was mildly entertaining, in retrospect
Doctor Caine: <<Tommy went to Disney World???>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::chuckles:: sounds like it mighta been
Agent DanteSmith
: <<roflol>>
LtJGTommySpark
: Perhaps a but more intense at the time.
LtJGTommySpark: I tend to have a flare for the dramatic. Runs in my family.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Contact the people that we are supposed to meet for this funeral.
Agent DanteSmith: really? actors or somethin?
LtJGTommySpark
: My mother's a lounge singer in San Francisco.
Agent DanteSmith: ::sips his Slug-o-cola::
Agent DanteSmith
: ah...cool
LtJGTommySpark
: She's got a massive following among the gay cadets. It's kind of obnoxious.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Turns to Dolan:: I am unsure, sir. It simply dropped off sensors.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, I'll round up our distinguished guests. +Tempest+ Brooke to Rainbird, can you assemble your ... entourage?
Agent DanteSmith: gay cadets?...interesting...
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::looks oddly at Zinthys:: What do you mean, it dropped off sensors? We haven't put enough distance between us for it to not show up on long-range.
CounselorTempest: +Dolan_ At once.
CounselorTempest: ::assembles her entourage::
LtJGTommySpark: She's a bit of a diva. She performs at a club in the Castro Revival District -- "The Maltese Phallcon"
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Tempest+ We've arrived at the planet.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<GROAN>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<paging the USS Diva>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<ewww>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Dress uniforms for this one, everyone.
CounselorTempest: Ambassadors, if you'd please follow me...
Agent DanteSmith: you do any singing yourself?
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::rolls her eyes:: Our regular uniforms aren't ugly enough?
LtJGTommySpark: <<Captain Violet Temper here. ::clicks his stilleto heels>>
CounselorTempest: ::wearing a traditional gown >from Serpent's Eye::
LtJGTommySpark: Dear God, no.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Permission to leave the bridge to make myself pretty, sir?
LtJGTommySpark: Unless you count the shower
Lt Allen Zinthys: It's no longer on sensors. I believe it returned.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Granted.
CounselorTempest: ::which looks vaguely like it's supposed to be native american, but made of woven cloth and
LtJGTommySpark: And a corridor or two
CounselorTempest: altered based on the differing wildlife on Serpent's Eye::
Agent DanteSmith: oooooh...so that's what that sound was...
CmdrBrookeDolan
: Thank you, Zinthys. Admiral. ::nods, exits bridge::
CounselorTempest: ::and made slightly more modern for comfort and style::
Agent DanteSmith: I thought the sonic emitters were busted...
LtJGTommySpark
: Ouch
LtJGTommySpark: ::laughs::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, you have the bridge.
Agent DanteSmith: ::smiles::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::walks to the TL:: Deck eight.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::offstage, makes a dazzling lighting-quick change with the help of her dressers, does ahir and makeup::
Agent DanteSmith: ::sips his Slug-o-cola again::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: <<hair>>
CounselorTempest: We will meet the senior staff in the Turbo lift.
CounselorTempest: ::leads the ambssadors unimaginatively to the turbolift::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<we're all assembling in the TL? um, what happened to the 2-foot bubble of personal space?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<you know they're only about 3 feet wide ...>>
Doctor Caine: <<maybe it's the cargo turbolift>>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<ahir punctures it>>
Agent DanteSmith
: <<:-D>>
LtJGTommySpark
: What was you're name again? Dante Smith? I seem to recall hearing rumors about you..
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::summons a turbolift and crams herself in like a sardine with the horribly pretentious ambassadors::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, sir.
Agent DanteSmith: rumors?....what kind of rumors?
Agent DanteSmith
: all good I hope... ::sips nervously::
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::realizes it's true what they say about Frenchmen::
LtJGTommySpark: Someone said the bug said... ::looks him over:: Nah.. not you
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::And Vulcans::
Agent DanteSmith: ::raises an eyebrow:: you talkin bout Axe?
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Keeps his eye on the ship from tac::
Agent DanteSmith: this isn't about Pete-Zuh is it?
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::thinks:: I'm going to need a second sonic shower after this ...
LtJGTommySpark: Yeah. Don't worry about it. Some bug's gaydar would appear to be less than developed.
Agent DanteSmith: ::is puzzled:: oooookay...
Agent DanteSmith
: I thought I dispelled that rumor...I'm gonna have to talk to Axe about that...
CmdrBrookeDolan
: <<what the heck are you two talking about???>>
Agent DanteSmith: and ask him if he's seen Bob anywhere...
LtJGTommySpark
: It wasn't him. I think I heard it from someone severak times removed. I wouldn't worry about it.
Doctor Caine: <<I don't know, Brooke, but if you notice, I'm not asking>>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at Tommy:: you havn't seen a deranged human in a gold uniform chasing down flowers have you?
CmdrBrookeDolan
: <<::gets it:: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::arrives back on the bridge in his spiffy flag rank dress uniform::
LtJGTommySpark: he... sounds like fun
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Report, Mr. Zinthys?
LtJGTommySpark: If we all just took some time to chase the flowers....
Agent DanteSmith: <<we're starting the Atlantis' Gay/Straight Alliance>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::arrives on the bridge, somewhat worse for the wear::
Lt Allen Zinthys: All is normal, sir.
LtJGTommySpark: Haven't seen him.
Agent DanteSmith: uhm...not exactly what I meant...
LtJGTommySpark
: <<LOL>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: You are dismissed to change uniforms, then.
LtJGTommySpark: <<the he was supposed to be a laiugh
Agent DanteSmith: he's kinda chasing imaginary, power-hungry flowers...he thinks they're out to get him...
LtJGTommySpark
: <<Just noticed that didn't read... >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL!!!! he sounds like fun, indeed!!!>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Aye, sir.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smoothes our her uniform and tries to air herself out:: I'm back, Admiral.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads for the TL:: Senior officer's quarters.
LtJGTommySpark: Maybe you should buy him some weedkiller
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Smith+ Mr. Smith to the bridge!
Agent DanteSmith: +Zuriyev+ aye sir...on my way!
CounselorTempest
: ::enters the transporter room with the entourage of distinguished, but snotty guests::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods to Brooke:: Excellent.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Gets off the TL and heads into his quarters::
LtJGTommySpark: Well -- nice talkin' to ya
Agent DanteSmith: ::laughs:: good idea Mr. Spark...I'll look into that! cya later... ::rushes off::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: +Shipwide+ Senior staff in dress uniform to transporter one in five minutes. That is all.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods at the Counselor, whom she had not been able to see in the press of people on the TL::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Who are we leaving on the bridge, sir?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Changes hastily and does a poor job of it::
Agent DanteSmith: <<hehehehehe...me...>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Lieutenant Smith.
Agent DanteSmith: ::arrives on the bridge...dosn't see any of the senior staff::
LtJGTommySpark
: Geileis> Puts on dress uniform and goes to transporter one
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<you need personal dressers, Zinthys>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<oooooooh, bad idea>>
Agent DanteSmith: odd...
Agent DanteSmith
: ::nods to the other Junior officers and takes...uhm...command...::
LtJGTommySpark
: ::lifts tray and approaches a friendly looking female Trill.:: Heu there. I'm Lt. Tommy Spark
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks the same as usual, just in a fancier outfit::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, would you like to escort me to the transporter room? ::winks coquettishly::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads back into the TL:: TR1
Agent DanteSmith: ::leans over to Kev:: (w) I am in charge right?
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::smiles ever so slightly:: Of course, Commander.
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> you're the senior-most officer here sir...
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> that was my indication...
Agent DanteSmith
: ::shrugs:: alright then...
CmdrBrookeDolan
: ::enters the TL on the arm of the handsome baldmiral:: <<HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::cracks self up!!!!!!!!!::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<It's different when he's bald by choice. :-) >
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Steps off and leans against the wall of the TR::
LtJGTommySpark: <<Glad someone thinks you're funny>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<::rolls eyes:: ok...I admit...it's funny...alittle...>>
Agent DanteSmith
: <<but only a little!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::contacts the cargo people and arranges for them to transport the body::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<you put me in a roomalone, and I'll amuse myself for hours!!!>>
Doctor Caine: <<that was clever>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<ewww>>
CmdrBrookeDolan
: <<not THAT way ... well ... never mind>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::TL stops, Brooke steps out and heads to TR::
Agent DanteSmith: ::reads a message from the Admiral...informing him of what's going on::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::walks with Brooke to the TL::
Doctor Caine: :::arrives at TR1::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, did you know Lt. Trumbull?
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::looks around TR, annoyed that she must leave sickbay for a meaningless funeral::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Long ago, yes.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Were you friends?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Again, long ago.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Oh. ::sobers:: I'm sorry. This must be difficult for you.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::enters TR with Zuriyev::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::shrugs stoically::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, it's every officer's sad duty at one point or another, I'm afraid. Shall we beam down?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: It seems that everyone is here.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::steps up to the pad::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::follows::
LtJGTommySpark: Trill> Ensign Aliana Kraft. Nice to meet you
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Pads quietly to the pad::
LtJGTommySpark: Care if I join you?
LtJGTommySpark: Trill> Go right ahead
Doctor Caine: :::steps onto pad::::
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::gets on pad::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks around:: Nice pad.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Energize.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> We shimmer.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::shimmers::