RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Cdr Sullivan: <<Tommy.... maybe we need to write a log about the hand. :D>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Dante, you have the bridge.>>
Eden Sitara: <<Sorry.. someone is over here.. just a second.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<aye aye Mon Admiral!>>
Cdr Sullivan
: <<Now wait.... who is *we*?>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::sittin in the comfy chair::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<everyone who out ranks me apparently :-D>>
: ::stands with the delegation of ambassadors::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<myself, Sullivan, Caine, Spark, Tempest, Zinthys.>
Agent DanteSmith: ::glances back at Kev::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Tugs at his poorly-done dress uniform::
Agent DanteSmith: how long is this funeral supposed to last?
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Too long.
CounselorTempest: ::wonders who programmed Zinthys' replicator settings for Bad Stitching::
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::shrugs:: I dunno...not long enough
Cdr Sullivan
: :::stands quietly and watchfully, shielding her arm from sight::::
Agent DanteSmith: ::smiles:: yaknow...some people might start to think you like having me in charge
: Geileis> ::hates the slit in her dress uniform required to accomadate her fake leg::
Qi raS has left the room.
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::notices Sullivan's hidden arm -- can't believe her medical crew couldn't take care of that in her absence::
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::will have to reprimand them for their incompetence::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Wonders if it might've been a good idea to have paid more attention back in protocol class::
Cdr Sullivan: :::scratches her left forearm with her *stump* and looks around to see if anyone has noticed::::
CounselorTempest: Spark> ::sniffs delicately, straining the corners of her mouth delicately so that her lips pull sensuously down at the corners::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::notices::
Cdr Sullivan: ::::really hates funerals:::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::whispers to Suli:: I can't believe they haven't reattached your hand.
LtJGTommySpark: <<FYI -- that's Alexandra Spark. Temp's NPCing her.>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::stares at the screen:: hmm...that's kinda blank...
Agent DanteSmith
: <<gotcha ;-)>>
Cdr Sullivan
: :::whispers back::: It's not all their fault... can you believe that I had to requisition Fleet to actually get it returned to me?
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks around bridge:: can somebody get me an image up there?
Agent DanteSmith
: ::someone puts up the external sensors::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::whispering:: That is ridiculous. You should have told me there was a problem.
LtJGTommySpark: ::surveys sickbay, cares for some leftover patients from various recent disasters::
Agent DanteSmith: ::rolls eyes:: ok...thanx...now we have stars...
: Spark> ::dabs gently at her eyes, thanking God that her eyeliner isn't running::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I would have fixed it immediately.
Agent DanteSmith: how about a shot of the planet?
: Alexandra> ::momentarily loses her balance and throws herself on the hsoulder of her damngoodlooking escort...
CounselorTempest: whatever his name is... gasps wrenchingly:: It's so sad!
Agent DanteSmith: ::the appropriate shot >from the front of this ship appears...planet filling a corner +::
: Escort> ::Pats her on the shoulder, getting a dusting of glitter on his palm::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> Someone starts playing a musical instrument in a morose manner.
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers::: I didn't want to bother you. I need to get engineering to check it out and then I'll make an appointment to get it taken care of.
Cdr Sullivan: <<Are they bagpipes?? I love a good bagpipe dirge.>>
CounselorTempest: Melodei> ::the strains of Melodei's lute move sadly onward::
Eden Sitara: << Sorry, I'm back.>>
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis::detests attending funerals. Has things to take care of after her absence from sickbay::
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers::: Though I think it makes me look kind of piratey.... think I could get a hook and an eyepatch instead?
Agent DanteSmith: <<welcome to my ship...of doooooom!!!! roflol...no..wait...wrong ship...nm...>>
: <<Did you hear about the latest pirate movie? It's rated Rrrr....>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::decides to abuse his power as commanding officer...::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<roflmao>>
: Alexandra> ::wails::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Whispers:: I would not recommend it. :smiles slightly::
LtJGTommySpark: Brooke> Is at funeral, feeling oddly silent for the rest of the time she's there
Agent DanteSmith: ::brings up internal sensor readings and locates Eden::
Doctor Caine
: <<Sullivan and I sim on a ship like that...oh, sorry.>>
: Brooke> Make that oddly and uncharacteristically silent::
Agent DanteSmith: <<Axe and I SIM on a...no wait...that's in dry dock...nm>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: Main Conducting Funeral> ::starts to drone on once the music ends::
Doctor Caine: :::moves next to Sullivan:::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::can't decide if Zinthys lost or gained weight that makes his uniform fit so poorly::::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks around, dry-eyed, never having known Trumbull::
CounselorTempest: Chronus Main> Now we must acknowledge the great contributions of Marcus Trumbull...
LtJG Taryn: ::on bridge::
CounselorTempest: Chronus Main> A truly great medical and scientific genius...
CounselorTempest: Chronus Main> Well known for the great heart that prompted him to great deeds...
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> Oh! It's so true!
Eden Sitara: ::is in engineering, probably::
LtJGTommySpark: Action> A strange and shadowy figure lurks in the shadows...
LtJGTommySpark: Action>....watching the funeral unfold
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::fidgets, not knowing what better to do::
Cdr Sullivan: :::her uniform does not fit the best... but she just got out of a labor camp, so what can you expect::::
CounselorTempest: Chronus Main> Known by many, beloved by others, revered by all, Marcus Trumbull is a man.
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> Yes! Yes, he was!
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::remembers reading that Trumbull was a failure....
Agent DanteSmith: ::watches her blip on his lil screen move around ME as she tends to her work::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::leans over to Caine:::: What's with the Drama Queen?
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::who spent his life in obscurity after being court-martialed::
Agent DanteSmith: ::thinks it's a sort of a cute lil blip::
: Geileis> ::For events that took place on her home world::
Doctor Caine: ::whispers::: I
LtJG Taryn
: ::looks around, and lites up a cigar::
Doctor Caine: am not sure...
Agent DanteSmith
: ::shakes his head...turns from the blip and tries to tend to his duties as de-facto Captain::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::is bored out of his mind::
Cdr Sullivan: <<Great.... no Caine is delivering his lines like William Shatner.>>
CounselorTempest: Main> A man for the moment, for the hour, now commended to the annals of history...
Cdr Sullivan: <<now>>
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::thoughts of the K'mai planet arouse great hatred within her::
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
: Main> For those who knew him best, he was not A Great Scientist, but A Great Man.
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::hatred, tinged w/ guilt that drives her toward perfectionism::
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers to Caine::: When I go.... don't let them do this to me.
Doctor Caine: <<Is there...some kind of...PROBLEM! with that?>>
: Geileis> ::realizes she's giving away too much of her character motivation at once and stops thinking out loud::
CounselorTempest: <<SOrry! Circumstances here aer getting worse!>>
CounselorTempest: <<I can't sim anymore! I'll see you all next week!>>
CounselorTempest has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::blink... blink::>>
Eden Sitara: ::doing her work in engineering::
LtJG Taryn: ::puffs his cigar::
Agent DanteSmith: <<uhm...>>
LtJG Taryn
: ::on teh bridge::
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks over at Taryn::
Agent DanteSmith
: uhm...what's with the cigar Lt?
: Brooke> ::Uncharacteristically silent...::
LtJG Taryn: ::nods, and grins::Trying to start a bad habit, that my uncle Struan trying to get me to do.
Agent DanteSmith: <<yet still...she's gonna manage to get more lines in then me :-D>>
has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks puzzled:: that's just kinda wierd...
: <<Sorry, the kitten was attacking me>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<I
Agent DanteSmith: but do you mind? I don't want a fire on board during my first command...
: <<I managed to wrestle him away. I swear I'm going to feed him to the dog when this is over.>>
Eden Sitara: << I'm sorry all .. but I'm just way too distracted here to be of any use to you. I'll write a log to make up for it. Good night all.>>
LtJG Taryn: ::nods::aye, that maybe bad.
Eden Sitara has left the room.
LtJG Taryn: ::puff the cigar out::
Cdr Sullivan: <<I"m talking like Caine.... AND I'm so confused.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<wait...she already wrote a log...and it hasn't been sent yet...>>
Agent DanteSmith
: thanks Taryn ::smiles::
: <<Temp -- continue the funeral action.>>
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> DO I get to give my eulogy now?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::blinks at seeing Alexandra Spark::
CounselorTempest: Main> And we have the illustrious celebrity, Alexandra Spark, here to honor the memory of Trumbull with her own... gorgeous lips...
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::stares at the lavishly dressed woman speaking. Who let her leave the house like that?::
CounselorTempest: Main> ::gives Alexandra that "see me after the show" look::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> ::gives Main that "What makes you think you're so lucky?" response"::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::follows her with his eyes:::
Agent DanteSmith: ::sees Axelalexa come to the bridge::
: Geileis> ::idly wonders if the woman has an relationship to her less than competent AMO::
Doctor Caine: :::whispers::: What is going on here?
Agent DanteSmith
: ::looks at his large bug-like friend:: can I help you Axe?
: Alexandra> ::mounts the stage, her black tissue gown swelling around her legs, capturing the light and shining, emphasizing her round hips and luscious figure::
Cdr Sullivan: :::wonders how the fleet would feel if she trimmed her uniform in feather boas:::
Agent DanteSmith: Axe> ::looks around like he's looking for something:: uhm...no...I don't believe so
: Alexandra> ::sweeps to the microphone, grasping it and holding it at her cleavage::
Agent DanteSmith: Axe> ::looks under a consol or two::
: Alexandra> I - ::breaks off, her eyes shining with tears, her breast heaving::
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers::: A funeral..... either that or a Vegas style mystery.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::can't tear his eyes off of her, not having seen her for over 20 years::
Agent DanteSmith: ::watches him move around the bridge::
Agent DanteSmith
: are you sure?
: Mischievious science assistant> ::walks up to Dante and Axe with a lantern::
LtJG Taryn: ::turns down some of his music he had playing::
LtJGTommySpark: ::returns to office, decides to check communiques::
CounselorTempest: MSA> ::shines it at Axew and scurries off::
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at the assistant as he scrurries::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::looks at Kev...then Taryn:: uh...
: Alexandra> I was priveleged to know Marcus Trumbull, and to share in his hopes and fears, as any woman ::places her fingers at the swelling of her gown:: is
LtJGTommySpark: Brooke> ::silenced.... silenced.... silenced.....::
CounselorTempest: priveleged to do for a great man such as Marcus Trumbull.
LtJG Taryn: ::raises a brow::
Agent DanteSmith: Axe> ::to assistant:: nope...he's not here...
: Geileis> ::inwardly chuckles at the woman's disingenuous histrionics::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> His eyes always burned with an inner light -a fire - smouldering from those dark dusky depths of him, like his soul was trying to escape through his pupils!
LtJGTommySpark: <<ROFLMAO>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::finally breaks his gaze away to roll his eyes::
Agent DanteSmith: Axe> ::rushes back to the TL with the assistant and the lantern::
: Shadowy figure> ::narrows eyes::
Cdr Sullivan: :::quirks a brow and tilts her head:::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> That was how you could tell he was a great man! He shone! When he walked into a room, there wasn't just a man there, there was a presence! He glittered! And not with the mere mechanisms of light and fabric either
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at Taryn again:: ooooookay...
Cdr Sullivan
: :::looks at Zuri amd then at Caine::::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::eyes glaze over as he goes on autopilot::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks thoroughly bored::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> such as those we... humble... performers must employ ::takes a moment to dab a tear, and sweep the edge of her skirt upward so it catches the light:: but with real greatness. He was a great man and a great scientist.
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers::: Shouldn't there be a song cue here?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::smirks::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> Such that even those who did not understand exactly what his work did... knew he was great.
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::massages temple.... realizing this event is exacerbating her increasingly present headache::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> ::starts to weep:: He was - ::chokes onward, bravely through her tears:: I can't go on! A great loss! A great, great loss!
Agent DanteSmith: ::settles back down...stares at planet on screen::
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> ::sighs::
: Geileis> ::stifles laughter::
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> ::staggers down the steps into the arms of her waiting beau, leaning on him to support her weight::
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers::: Think the boobs are real?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: They are.
Doctor Caine: :::raises an eyebrow at the captain:::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<admiral>>
Cdr Sullivan
: ::::looks at him with the *how do you look* eyebrow flip::::
CounselorTempest: Main> And now, music and refreshment.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::keeps going on like he didn't say anything odd::
Doctor Caine: <<who is captain of the ship>>>
Agent DanteSmith
: <<uhm...me right now :-D>>
: Main> LAter we will have a moment for any others who want to speak to do so... now, please hold your grief in your hearts, and celebrate the corpse that was Marcus Trumbull.
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::the corpse that was Marcus Trumbull?? That's alovely image::
LtJG Taryn: :-)
Doctor Caine: :::wonders::: celebrate the corpse that was Trumbull??
: ::realizes he has a communique from his mother....::
CounselorTempest: Melodei> ::lifts her lute and begins playing an inspiring tune::
Cdr Sullivan: :::murmurs::: Celebrate... now that sounds like a plan.... bring on the bourbon.
LtJGTommySpark: ::grudgingly begins viewing it::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Quirks an eyebrow, wondering what kind of a funeral this is::
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks around the bridge:: yaknow...
Agent DanteSmith
: I think we could use some music? what say you the bridge crew?
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> no
: Geileis> ::ponder vast amount of cleanup work that needs doing in sickbay....::
LtJG Taryn: ::turns around::THat would be good sir
Agent DanteSmith: ::ignores him:: Taryn? ::turns:: random bridge guy?
: Geileis> ::ponders the incometence of her medical staff::
Doctor Caine: Well, funerals are for those left behind....
Agent DanteSmith: ok then...Mr. Taryn...take us to some tunes...warp 3...
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::gets up to socialize::
Agent DanteSmith: Random Bridge Guy> ::shrugs:: sounds good
LtJG Taryn
: Aye sir ::wonders if the acting captain likes rap::
LtJGTommySpark: Alexandra (on communique, not funeral... we'll call her AlC)> Hello, darling....
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks around for the booze:::
LtJGTommySpark: Miguel Gutierrez> ::sits at conn and thinks about how adorable Tommy is::
Agent DanteSmith: ::hopes Taryn dosn't play country::
: Tempest> Thank you for attending, Ambassadors. It's been lovely meeting you.
Agent DanteSmith: ::especially not Denuvian Country...that's waaaaay too whiney::
: Vulcan> The adjective lovely has no application ot these circumstances. It is applied to an aesthetic dimension. Meetings do not have one.
LtJGTommySpark: Brooke> ::can't seem to get her lips to part.::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> Yes, I know, it's -
LtJG Taryn: ::limp biscuit starts to play::here you go sir...
CounselorTempest: Vulcan> - a saying, yes. Inaccurate.
CounselorTempest: Frenchman> For more reasons zen zat.
Agent DanteSmith: ::nods:: excellent...classical rock...very nice...
Agent DanteSmith
: ::continues nodding::
: Frenchman> Ze only sing I can zay for dis is you hev nice legs. Other zan zat - vell, maybe I can get somevere vith the bard.
CounselorTempest: Frenchman> ::leaves::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::looks mightily relieved at their absence::
CounselorTempest: Frenchman> ::to Melodei:: 'allo.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Wanders off for a bit::
LtJG Taryn: ::thinks I hope he likes that because some Tupac is up next::
LtJGTommySpark: AlC> I wanted to let you know. I have left Earth for several days to attend the funeral of Marcus Trumbull -- an old friend.....
CounselorTempest: Melodei> ::wonders where Luceo is::
Agent DanteSmith: ::nods some more::
: AlC> I hope all is well on your ship. Do keep in touch. I worry so.
LtJGTommySpark: ::communique ends::
Cdr Sullivan: :::whispers to Zinthys::: You see any booze around this place?
LtJGTommySpark: ::realizes Trumbull's funeral is the one being attended by Atlantis::
LtJGTommySpark: ::curses to himself::
Agent DanteSmith: ::still nodding::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::shakes himself off autopilot and looks around::
LtJGTommySpark: Geileis> ::finds a private chair where she can await beamup, avoiding the draining social scene::
RAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
LtJG Taryn: If you want to hear something let me sir..
Agent DanteSmith: ::finds himself head-banging::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::stops:: huh? what...
Cdr Sullivan
: :::snaps her fingers of her only hand::: Zinthys? Anyone home?
Agent DanteSmith: oh...uhm...::straightens self::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Spots a large table:: yeah
Agent DanteSmith: this is good...no need to change
Lt Allen Zinthys
: there's booze here
RAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
LtJG Taryn: aye
Cdr Sullivan: Good... let's get some. :::grabs Caine with her hand and pushes Allen along with her stump:::
LtJGTommySpark: ::moments earlier>> shadowy figure dissapears::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Indicates with his head:: Looks like they're gonna get some buffalos in here afterwards to finish it all up.
Doctor Caine: :::stops to stare where the figure was::::
LtJGTommySpark: Brooke> ::attempts to socialize, but can't articulate intelligent sounds.::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks back into the crowd::
LtJGTommySpark: Brooke> ::decides she must have Meghan'sGone virus, a virus that only affects its bearer at funerals::
LtJGTommySpark: Brooke> ::awaits the funeral's completion::
LtJGTommySpark: :: waltzes into Kina's office::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <w> What'd you think of the ditz?
Cdr Sullivan: :::catches the attention of the server::: Bourbon, straight up.
LtJGTommySpark: She's on the planet. She's on the fucking planet!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Atlantis+ Beam up the away team immediately.
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at Allen::: Biggest act I've ever seen in my career.
LtJGTommySpark: Kina> Whoa there! Slow down, boy! Who is?
Agent DanteSmith: Guy in TR> ::beams them all up::
: My mother.
CounselorTempest: <<LOL!>>
CounselorTempest: <<To Tim! You Rock!>>
LtJGTommySpark: Kina> She's on the planet? Why on Earth is she on the planet?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks to the bridge::
Cdr Sullivan: Hey! ::::misses the glass as she is beamed up:::
Agent DanteSmith: <<not on earth...on planet...>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::points to Taryn:: You! Set course for Earth. Warp Nine.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks around:: The hell?
Agent DanteSmith: ::hops outta Zuriy's seat::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::motions for Taryn to cut the music::
RAdm AC Zuriyev
: And turn off that damned music!
Doctor Caine: ::::looks at Zin:::: You and me both...
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Dashes to to TL:: Deck 1
CounselorTempest: Alexandra> ::leans on her escort as the shimmeriness of her gown combines with the shimmeriness of the transporter beam::
Doctor Caine: :::leaves for main engineering::::
LtJGTommySpark: She's not on Earth. SHe's on the planet
LtJGTommySpark: Kina> ::glares::
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
Cdr Sullivan
: :::standing in the TR::: Where is everyone going?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Hurries through the corridor to the bridge::
LtJGTommySpark: Sorry. She's there for the funeral.
Agent DanteSmith: ::rushes back to his post at Tac::
: Kina> ::giggles:: Guess your'e fucked
CounselorTempest: <<The tap water tastes like bl;ood here.>>
CounselorTempest: <<That's a problem.>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<TMI>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<definatly...>>
Cdr Sullivan
: <<Means there is a lot of iron in it.....>>
LtJGTommySpark: Kina> You realize we're probably escorting her back to Earth?
Agent DanteSmith: <<I didn't wanna know what Tommy was doin with his mother...>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Looks around the bridge::
Agent DanteSmith: <<:-D I think I should be shot...>>
Agent DanteSmith
: ::looks at Allen::
: Tommy> That's what I was afraid of -- but we're not headed toward Earth, are we?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Motions for Dante to stay::
Cdr Sullivan: <<Hold still.... :::targers Dante:::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::leans over to Taryn:: Are you deaf... Lieutenant?
Cdr Sullivan: :::exits the TR and heads to her quarters, anxious to be out of this dress uniform:::
LtJG Taryn: <<sorry I was talking to my mom>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Stares intently at the Admiral, deathly curious, but knowing he'll be told in sufficent time::
LtJG Taryn: ::turns::No, sir..
Cdr Sullivan: :::muttering::: At least I didn't have to wear a.... :::shudders::: dress.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Then set the damned course!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Come on, people, today! Like it already happened!
Agent DanteSmith: ::wonders if the music damaged Taryn's ears::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::it was sorta loud::
: Miguel> ::realizes he can't be at the Conn, b/c taryn is. Returns to quarters to think about how adorable Tommy is::
Doctor Caine: :::tweaks the EPS grid::::
LtJG Taryn: ::wonders what is stuck in the captains butt::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Has this "what the hell is happening" look on his face::
LtJG Taryn: Aye is down...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Engage!
LtJG Taryn: (err done I mean)
LtJG Taryn: ::hits the button::
Cdr Sullivan: <<Hey..... there is only one thing you should be tweaking, Mister. :D>>
Doctor Caine: :::turns to look at the containment field::::
Cdr Sullivan: :::enters her quarters:::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM