RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
DrMeghanBelcher: ::in sickbay, looking over reports::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::in the ready room, reading the news with a grave expression on his face::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sitting in his office in ME, going over status reports::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::in her quarters with the children::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Where are the equipment inventories?::
DrMeghanBelcher: NURSE TIERNEE!!!
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::sighs::>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Takes a sip of his coffee::
DrMeghanBelcher: :: cocks head as Nurse Chloe Tiernee enters whimsically, her red waves flowing behind her::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sings a lullabye::
CounselorTempest: ::bounces whimsically onto the bridge::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> Yes, doctor?
CounselorTempest: ::sneezes whimsically::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::makes sure that the children are sleeping soundly, then heads to the bridge::
DrMeghanBelcher: Where are the equipment inventories I asked you to prepare?
LtJG Taryn has entered the room.
CounselorTempest: ::shit!::
CounselorTempest has left the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::unwhimsically finishes reading the news::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Steps out and stares at the warp core, willing it to simply behave perfectly::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Wondered how long it would take her>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::enters bridge::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks around::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> ::smiles prettily, hands her a padd:: Right here, doctor. I just completed them.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sees Shannon at work, studies him for a few moments behind his back::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns and heads to the ready room::
LtJG Taryn: ::walks onto the bridge to take his duty at helm::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Takes the padd, looks it over, grudgingly admits that the work's complete:: Thank you, Nurse. That will be all.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::enters RR:: Admiral?
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Tiernee stands for a moment, looking at her tentatively::
Kiela Merienn has entered the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Commander! ::snaps out of his daze::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::smiles at her as the door closes::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::returns the smile:: You seem preoccupied. Am I interrupting?
Kiela Merienn: ::whimlessly stares over the tactical console like a hawk eying prey::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Not at all... just reading the news.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::laughs as she realizes Tempest's mistake::>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::approaches him, walks to his side of the desk::
Kiela Merienn: <<hey... Zinthys... want to be a cockroach in the next timeline? Then you can have fun with Axelalexa instead of Tim. :-) >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::Laughs:: Hmmm... but I'd wanna be a female so I could eat him>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Was there something you wanted, Nurse!?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<ROFL!>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> Well... that is, I...
Kiela Merienn: <::is trumped::>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Spit it out! I have things to be doing.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::stands and puts down the padd so that he can embrace her::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::Laughs:: I think that's a first>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::returns the embrace tightly::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> I was wondering if you could let me off my shift 15 minutes earlier... I have a date w/ Allen tonight and I want to...
Kiela Merienn: <<::figures that's what she gets for being on the bridge::>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Absolutely not!
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::whispers:: The children are asleep.
DrMeghanBelcher: You are a Starfleet officer. As such, I expect you to be here when you're scheduled to be here. Anything further?
Kiela Merienn: ::fiddles with the colors on the viewscreen to turn the whole image purple::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> ::beaten:: No.. doctor. I'm sorry.
DrMeghanBelcher: I don't want to hear you apologize! I want to see you working!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Da, good. The news is worse...
CmdrBrookeDolan: I was afraid you might say that. ::sighs and pulls slightly away::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Watches the buzz of activity on the ground around the core >from his vantage point on the catwalk::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> Understood. ::begins to leave::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Thought occurse to her:: Oh -- nurse?
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::sniggers at Chloe's fate as he shuffles the test tubes around::
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Oh, once there was a CMO
DrMeghanBelcher: Who did you say your plans were this evening?
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> With a temper worse than Satan's...
DrMeghanBelcher: <<*what, not who>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We at least seem to have a few quiet moments to ourselves.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Who was a pretty good lay...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::reaches a hand out to rub his neck, and wishes, not for the first time, that their jobs did not always require hearing bad news and running around to defend the galaxy at their own peril::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> ::smiles, thinking she's back on solid footing::
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> In the sense that Georgia was good for Patton...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles at her dear, bald husband:: Are you sure we can spare a few quiet moments? Are do we have to rush into action?
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::winces at his rhyme; shrugs, keeps singing::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Nothing is pressing at this particular moment.
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> My boyfriend, Allen Zinthys. We're meeting in the ship's lounge at 0400 hours.
DrMeghanBelcher: Belcher> ::smiles slyly:: Very well. That will be all.
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Tiernee exits, Belcher swipes hand to erase PADD::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::reaches out her other hand and massages his neck and shoulders:: You're tense, dear. Is it really that bad?
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> How'd it go, Chloe?
DrMeghanBelcher: ::after a moment:: NURSE TIERNEE! Please report to my office immediately.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Can you see the marks from the devil's dick making frostburn on the thigh of her uniform?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::exhales a long breath, her massage divine:: Da, unfortunately... I would like not to have to think about it right now, though.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Good luck. ANd remember... if you get nervous, do NOT picture her in her underwear.
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> ::giggles:: Thanks. I'll need it.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::pours some H2SO4 lazily into another container::
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> ::Returns to Belcher's office::
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> You wanted to see me... doctor?
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> :;considers labelling it REFRESHING BEVERAGE in the hope that Belcher will eat it... then reasons that Chloe would be more likely to take a sip of it herself::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Of course, sweetheart. ::continues her ministrations, wishing she could rub the stress right out of his body::
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::labels it MILDLY REFRESHING BEVERAGE::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::slaps the PADD on desk:: It's this equipment inventory. This PADD is empty, Nurse.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: It is at times such as these that I think it might be nice to be among the uninformed.
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> But.. That's not possible... I spent all day working...
DrMeghanBelcher: ::hands it to her:: Take a look at it yourself. There's nothing there.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles:: You read my mind. I know just how you feel.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::feels guilty and relabels it TRASH... considers sending it down to Science to see what the Chief would do with it::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: At least we would be oblivious and happy when we died.
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> ::looks at it:: You're right! But how...
DrMeghanBelcher: Is it too much to ask to think that my medical staff can fill out a few simple equipment inventories!?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sighs contentedly and heads back into his office::
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> No, doctor.. I mean... I did...
CmdrBrookeDolan: Yes, "ignorance is ..." well. You know. I often wonder what our lives would be like if things were different. If I had left Starfleet. Or if we'd never married.
DrMeghanBelcher: The PADD is empty, Nurse. You have worked all day, and wasted both my time and yours.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sits and uplinks the status report into the computer::
Kiela Merienn: Kiela> Run a scan on the system. Let me know if there are any nonstarfleet ships not in orbit around a colonized place.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Of course, I wouldn't give up a moment of our lives together, not for anything. But I do wish sometimes that things were easier, that there wasn't so much danger, so many battles. I want out children to be safe.
DrMeghanBelcher: I have no choice but to hold you beyond your duty shift until the work is completed.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Routes it to Admiral Zuriyev::
CmdrBrookeDolan: To live long, happy lives in peace.
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> But doctor... this took all day! I have plans...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Da... all that we have worked for, so easily destroyed...
DrMeghanBelcher: You'll have to cancel them! You have duties as a Starfleet officer. Duties I expect you to complete. You'll stay here until that equipment inventory is complete. That's an order.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::wonders if he should tip Chloe off that Belcher is having an affair with her beau::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sees that its getting close to his date, decides to go back to his quarters and get ready::
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::wonders if he should tip Belcher off that she has the big green thing between her front teeth::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs:: Well, for the few minutes we have until the next emergency rears its head, let's just pretend we're an ordinary husband and wife, with no imminent dangers or bizarre temporal events.
DrMeghanBelcher: Chloe> ::downcast:: Yes.... doctor. ::takes PADD and trudges out of room::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::leans over to kiss him::
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::idly pours H2O into a container marked HAZARDOUS WASTES::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::happily returns the kiss, trying to forget about the imminent doom to humanity::
DrMeghanBelcher: <<I most certainly DO NOT have a big green thing between my teeth!!>>
Kiela Merienn: Doom of humanity> ::points at Zuriyev and giggles::
Kiela Merienn: The Three Furies> ::flutter around sickbay::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Walks out and hands the next duty shift roster to Ral, informing him that he's leaving::
DrMeghanBelcher: <<lol>>
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Smiles smugly::
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> I brought you that thing you asked for, Doctor.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::melts into her husband's strong arms and kiss, not a Starfleet Commander, but a loving wife::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<gag!>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Computer -- check my calender for this evening. Do I have any scheduled appointments?
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> ::wanders into Belcher's office before saying that::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Smiles at Ral's wink and heads for the TL:: Deck 8.
DrMeghanBelcher: Majel Barret Roddenberry> You have a scheduled appointment with FIrst Officer Brooke Dolan at 0400 officers.
DrMeghanBelcher: Cancel it! Tell her something came up. There's a crisis in sickbay.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<what kind of crazy bitch schedules a meeting for 0400?!?!?!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<400 officers!! Damn that's a lot>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<An appointment at 4am? ::dies:>>
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Doctor? If you're not too busy yelling at the computer?
DrMeghanBelcher: <<Change the time to something more reasonable>>
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> The secret formula is complete.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Apparently the same who schedules a date for the same time....>>
DrMeghanBelcher: I<<I don't understand numbers! Make it 2100 hours or something
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> You won the pool. It's a greeny purple.
DrMeghanBelcher: <<The time is not the point! Leave me alone>>
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> I was certain it would be something more interesting. Pink, maybe.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LOL>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::when the kiss breaks: The duty shift is over... shall we go see about our children?
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Smiles:: Allen Zinthys will be all mine...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles:: Well, they should be soundly sleeping, so I suppose we have a few more minutes to ourselves ...
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Doctor? Hello?
DrMeghanBelcher: Yes, Byzantium?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads into his quarters::
DrMeghanBelcher: Is this important? I'm otherwise occupied.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Would you like me to hook you up with a good fake moustache? I know a man who does wonders. And you'd be surprised how much difference it makes... the ability to twirl.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Well, yes, ma'am. ::points upward:: It's all recorded there.
Kiela Merienn: Byzantium> Or I could get you a good cape maybe... swishy...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Good. This is nice, even if it is in my office.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::kisses Zuriyev a bit more passionately::
DrMeghanBelcher: You're not here to insult me, doctor. You're here to follow orders.
Kiela Merienn: Doctor> Yes, Mengele.
Kiela Merienn: Doctor> Oh, sorry, right. Don't use your real name in public.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Quickly showers::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::wraps his arms around his wife as he kisses her::
DrMeghanBelcher: Bring me the formula. Let me see how much you've screwed things up.
Kiela Merienn: <<Watch that shower, Allen!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<What?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::seats herself comfortably in his lap and covers him with kisses::
Kiela Merienn: <<With Mengele around... >>
Kiela Merienn: Um, no. Well, ma'am, it's locked up.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Well, that was the idea, but your NPC taking up so much of her attention...>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Fine. I'll have to check your work later. Will that be all!?
Kiela Merienn: That depends.
Kiela Merienn: Well, I suppose there arent' any more plot devices screaming for attention. Go on.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Computer, music. Something slow.
Kiela Merienn: ::wanders off to the secret formula::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::stands and offers a hand:: Care to dance, my dear?
Kiela Merienn: ::feeds Chou the three headed pekinese guarding the room a pounce treat::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs contentedly and smiles as she stands:: Love to.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::draws her close for the dance::
Kiela Merienn: <<Um. No. Mengele. As in poisonous gas emitted from shower heads and Soilent Soap.>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Computer, find me a dress. Something revealing.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wraps her arms around his neck, scratching her fingernails lightly across his skin::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::shivers::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::kisses his mouth::
DrMeghanBelcher: Majel Barret Roddenberry> Is that slinky red sequined one okay?
DrMeghanBelcher: No! Allen's seen that. Try something else.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Hush, you. You're using the same joke too many times tonight. You're confusing my tired ass>>
DrMeghanBelcher: Computer> How about the black one.. simple, w/ the plunging neckline?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::kisses her as they sway to the music::
DrMeghanBelcher: Perfect. Get to it.
DrMeghanBelcher: ::black dress beams onto her. Uniform falls in crumpled heap::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Picks out that one uniform he doesn't usually wear, due to it being a size too small::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Moves briskly and out of office through sickbay::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Computer> +Dolan+ Automatic child monitor alert. ::sound of child crying comes over the comm::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads off for the lounge, feeling the tightness of the material against his body as he walks::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs:: Sounds like someone had a bad dream. Mommy duty calls.
DrMeghanBelcher: Doctor Byzantium, I'm out for the night. See that Nurse Tiernee completes that equipment inventory.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::smiles:: There is the emergency to run off to.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Computer, end music.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::grins:: If only they were all so easily handled.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Shall we?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Are you sure you have time?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: The shift is over.
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> Doctor... why are you so dressed up.
Kiela Merienn: Kiela> ::shifts::
DrMeghanBelcher: You're not the only one who had plans, Nurse. Get back to work!
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::squeezes his hand:: Thanks, sweetie. ::leads him out of the ready room, quickly straightening her hair and uniform::
DrMeghanBelcher: Tiernee> Yes, doctor...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::follows Brooke::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::leaves sickbay::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::heads off the bridge into the turbolift, aware that Shannon's eyes are following her::
DrMeghanBelcher: Computer, locate Lt Allen Zinthys.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::brushes an errant strand of hair away from her cheek after the TL doors close::;
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Realizes that he forgot the present he'd gotten for her and goes back to his quarters::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles at him, then after a few moments, exits the lift with Zuriyev and heads for their quarters::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM