CmdrBrookeDolan: ***BEGIN SIM***
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::on the bridge, in the captain's chair while the Admiral is taking a well-deserved break::
Agent DanteSmith: ::sittin at table in messhall...Kev and Bob in next seats::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Sitting in Ten-Forward, staring at the strange stars::
Agent DanteSmith: ::all tryin to drink away troubles...starin at far off stars::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Shakes his head, marvelling at how different they are out here::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<who's at the conn? anyone? Bueller? anyone?>>
CounselorTempest: <<Um, conn? Taryn, I assume.>>
CounselorTempest: ::at Tac::
LtJG Taryn: <<aye>>
DrLaneWinn: ::in sickbay::
LtJG Taryn: ::walks onto the bridge::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Mr. Taryn, open a channel to our companion ships.
Agent DanteSmith: ::holds out glass...Kev pours him another::
: ::Trying to deal w/ horribly miscataloged equipment::
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> I miss it
Agent DanteSmith
: what?
Agent DanteSmith
: Bob> "it"
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> ::raises eyebrow:: come again?
LtJG Taryn
: Aye, channel open...
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Stands and heads for the TL:: Main Engineering.
Agent DanteSmith: huh?
Agent DanteSmith
: Bob> yaknow...fresh air...trees
: This is Commander Dolan. Status report.
Agent DanteSmith: ::chuckles:: I thought you meant somethin else
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> we do have a holodeck
LtJG Taryn
has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Captain Timon> We're showing a plasma flow fluctuation in our port nacelle.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Guess he's not at conn anymore...>>
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> ::stares at Kev:: oh come on, you know as well as I do that that pack of photons can't compare to the real thing
: Brooke> Anything we can do to help?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Taryn told me he's having PC problems.>>
Agent DanteSmith: it's a reasonable facsimile
: ::Belcher left this place trashed::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Timon> I don't suppose you can spare an engineer? We lost our chief recently, and we're a bit short-staffed.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> I'll see what I can do.
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Engineering+ Commander Dolan to Engineering.
Agent DanteSmith: Bob>'d really trade your beaches for that synthetic junk?
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Walks out into ME, and hears the comm buzzing::
DrLaneWinn: ::A functioning sickbay is an absolute neccesity in a crisis situation... she has her work cut out for her::
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> we're drinking synthetic alcohol
Agent DanteSmith
: Bob> and you wanna hunt fake targs?!
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Pushes the button on the wall panel:: Engineering here. Go ahead Commander.
Agent DanteSmith: alright alright...we gotcha boss...calm down...
: +Zinthys+ Lt. Zinthys, how do you feel about a little away mission?
Lt Allen Zinthys: +Dolan+ Where have I been volunteered to go?
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> ::sits...tries to calm down...sighs...takes shot:: gosh I miss it
: +Zinthys+ Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to check out a plasma fluctuation on one of our fellow ships. You can bring whomever you need, as long as someone competent remains behind.
Agent DanteSmith: ::they go back to just staring out the window::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: +Dolan+ Sounds like a worthy adversary. Just so long as it doesn't blow up in five seconds.
DrLaneWinn: ::Can't concentrate until she gets a little something to warm her up::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Zinthys+ ::chuckles grimly:: Report to TR 1 in five. Kepp me apprised of your situation every half hour. Dolan out.
DrLaneWinn: ::Has time for a little break::
Chr Nathan Weiss has entered the room.
DrLaneWinn: ::Makes her way out of sickbay, to turbolift, then to messhall::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Sickbay+ Commander Dolan to sickbay.
Lt Allen Zinthys: +Dolan+ Aye, sir
CounselorTempest: ::goes on break and smokes a fag in the ship's arboretum::
CounselorTempest: ::having not taken a break in several sims::
CounselorTempest: ::puffs::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<I've always thought that terminology was a little... off>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<now...if I didn't know what that meant...I'd be upset...and a lil grossed out...>>
Overlord M
has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: <<seein double>>
: <<freakin' English!!! ... oh ... ah ... never mind>>
DrLaneWinn: ::to bartender:: I'll have a Guiness, please/
DrLaneWinn: ::hesitates:: Actually...
CmdrBrookeDolan: +SICKBAY+ Commander Dolan to SICKBAY.
CounselorTempest: ::inhales thick smoke straight into her lungs;:
DrLaneWinn: ::leans over bar, makes eye contact w/ bartender:: You got anything.... stiff? ::winks::
Agent DanteSmith: ::leans back in his chair::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::points out two engineers: You two. You're with me.
DrLaneWinn: Bartender> Actually, doctor... ::leans over, whispers:: I have some lovely Andorian Ale.
Lt Allen Zinthys: TR 1. Now.
DrLaneWinn: Sounds like a deal.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Nurse Luann> +Dolan+ Commander, sorry! We're a bit short staffed at the moment here!
DrLaneWinn: ::after a moment, takes ale, makes her way toward Dane and Kev::
DrLaneWinn: Hello boys.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Lieutenant Banes. Engineering is yours. Make sure it's here when I get back.
DrLaneWinn: Care for a toast to the end of universe as we know it?
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> ::stands...offers Winn his chair::
: +Luann+ You and everyone else. With all the confusion lately, I haven't had time to be apprised of what's going on down there. Can I get an update?
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> ::goes to find himself a new one::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Turns and leaves, making sure his tricorder is with him::
Agent DanteSmith: I'll drink to that...
Agent DanteSmith
: Bob> ::returning:: me too
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> I'm in
has entered the room.
StarfleetUFP: Sorry I am Late
DrLaneWinn: ::lowers herself into seat::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Walks back into the TL with his two astechs:: TR 1.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Luann> +Dolan+ Um, you had Dr. Belcher ordered to the brig, so Dr. Winn took over. She's not here right now though.
Agent DanteSmith: <<hey UFP!!!>>
: Today was my birthday
DrLaneWinn: ::raises glass:: Well then... to the end of the universe... as we know it.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Happy B-Day!>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<Happy Birthday!>>
: And I had to do a couple of things
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Luann+ For God's sake! Why can't our sickbay have an actual physician in attendance?
StarfleetUFP: <<ok now back to normalities>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<"Normalities?" What are those?>>
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> :;raises glass:: here here
Agent DanteSmith
: Kev> ::glass up:: aye
: +Winn+ Commander Dolan to Dr. Winn. Would you please report to the bridge at your convenience, doctor? Dolan out.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Leaves the TL with his two assistants::
Agent DanteSmith: ::up with glass...big nod::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Walks into the Transporter Room and nods to the Chief::
StarfleetUFP: <<here is a better Question, What is Normal?>>
DrLaneWinn: Looks like I'm out of here sooner than I thought. See ya, gentlemen.
DrLaneWinn: ::downs drink::
DrLaneWinn: +Dolan+ On my way, commander
Agent DanteSmith: <<wish I knew>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<Don't get me started>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::all three down their drinks::
: ::makes her way to bridge::
StarfleetUFP: ::Walks to Engineering::
CounselorTempest: ::inhales the smoke deeply into her lungs and sits heavily on a bench::
CounselorTempest: ::plays with a fern leaf::
DrLaneWinn: ::into turbolift:: Computer, deck one.
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> she was purty
: ::breaks it off between her fingers, grinding the leafy substance into paste between her fingertips::
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> :;shrugs:: not my type
: ::rises to deck one, exits onto bridge::
DrLaneWinn: Commander, you wanted to see me?
Agent DanteSmith: ::chuckles:: I don't think anyone is
Lt Allen Zinthys
: We're here to be transported to one of the other ships? Something about a problem with a nacelle.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turning:: Ah. Doctor. How are you settling into your new promotion?
CounselorTempest: ::puts out the cigarette discreetly and burries the ash in the roots of a plant::
StarfleetUFP: <<who is the Captain?>>
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::grumbles a drunken playful growl:: you guys suck
Agent DanteSmith
: <<also not present ;-)>>
Agent DanteSmith
: <<RAdm AC Zuriyev>>
: <<then who is XO?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Admiral Zuriyev is our CO. He's unable to be here tonight. I am Commander Dolan, XO.>>
StarfleetUFP: <<oh yeah forgot sorry?>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Steps on the transporter pad and the trio is taken away::
DrLaneWinn: The work is exhausting, Commander. But invigorating.
DrLaneWinn: We've got a lot to do.
CounselorTempest: <<No prob, UFP :-) >>
DrLaneWinn: Dr. Belcher didn't exactly leave the place in... working condition.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::to Winn:: I wanted to speak to you about your predecessor, Dr Belcher.
CounselorTempest: ::stands and cleans her uniform, bothered by the scent of the smoke::
CounselorTempest: ::sighs unhappily, wanders out of the arboretum toward her quarters::
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
StarfleetUFP: ::looks around engineering:: well this is my new home
DrLaneWinn: Ah... permission to speak freely, commander?
CounselorTempest: ::changes, showers, puts on something dark red and homespun with the look of natural Bajoran clothing::
CmdrBrookeDolan: I got the picture that she was ... not entirely suited for the job.
StarfleetUFP: ::Smiles:: COOL!:-)
CmdrBrookeDolan: Why don't we step into the ready room, doctor?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::exits bridge, enters RR::
DrLaneWinn: As you wish/
DrLaneWinn: ::follows::
DrLaneWinn: Permission to speak freely, Commander?
StarfleetUFP: ::Walks to Bridige::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Please speak freely, doctor.
StarfleetUFP: ::asks any one on the bridige:: where is the commander?
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<heh. Found the limit on that phone cord>>
StarfleetUFP: <<lol>>
DrLaneWinn: Meghan Belcher was an incompetent nut job. Completely wacked in every possible sense of the word.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL!>>
Agent DanteSmith has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::purses her lips:: Interesting. Any idea why no one figured this out before we found ourselves in this precarious situation?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Rematerialize on another ship's transporter pad::
DrLaneWinn: She's a master manipulator, Commander, when she wants to be.
DrLaneWinn: She knows how to maneuver her way around people in power.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<UFP, I'm in the ready room at the moment, but will be out shortly!>>
DrLaneWinn: I don't know what happened this time... but it's not like her to get quite so thrown off her center.
CounselorTempest: ::looks at her hair in the mirror::
CounselorTempest: ::just... looks::
DrLaneWinn: But I can't say I'm not unhappy she did.
CounselorTempest: ::makes a shocking decision to cut all of it off::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Nods to the transporter operator:: Which way is Main Engineering?
CounselorTempest: ::changes into her uniform again, and returns to the bridge::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Guess I do that to women... or maybe just her...>>
Agent DanteSmith has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: <<bah>>
: Triple negatives tend to trip me up. ::smiles::
Agent DanteSmith: ::all three back to starin out window::
: At any rate, do you feel up to the task? I realize your promotion was unexpected, but I need someone competent in charge of my sickbay, especially now.
Chr Nathan Weiss has left the room.
Overlord M has left the room.
DrLaneWinn: I'm up to it, Commander.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Follows the engineer who guides them... though he doesn't seem to know the way very well::
DrLaneWinn: I tend to work well under pressure.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Pardon me, but is this a new assignment for you?
StarfleetUFP: ::wlks into ready room(apperntly tiard of waiting)::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Glad to hear it. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help. ::starts back toward the bridge, only to bump into a young officer::
Lt Allen Zinthys: REG1> Oh no, I've been here for a year.
Lt Allen Zinthys: @Hmph.
StarfleetUFP: :;to Comdr:: sorry sir
CmdrBrookeDolan: Pardon me! Can I help you?
DrLaneWinn: Thanks, Commander. Appreciate it.
StarfleetUFP: I was just reporting in sir
Lt Allen Zinthys: @So who is the Chief?
StarfleetUFP: ::gives him copy of orders::
Lt Allen Zinthys: REG1> Oh, we don't have one.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Your name, Ensign?
Lt Allen Zinthys: @Excuse me?
StarfleetUFP: Jorje Valdes sir
StarfleetUFP: Jorge Valdes
StarfleetUFP: sir
Agent DanteSmith: <<shweeeet>>
: <<spelled it wrong the firdst time>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::stands:: well's been fun...but I believe I'm on duty soon
: ::stands behind the tactical console, wondering why she's here when she's technically offduty::
Lt Allen Zinthys: REG1> You need anything, talk to Yatez up there ::Points to Asian female on catwalk::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Ah, Mr. Valdes. I recall your order now. Forgive me, it's been a bit hectic around here lately.
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> heh...lacky
: ::considers leaving the bridge in order to pursue something more interesting, but...::'
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::smirks::
: ::Pleasantly buzzed and clear headed, makes her way toward turbolift, back to sickbay::
StarfleetUFP: I could tell sir
Lt Allen Zinthys: @Right....
Lt Allen Zinthys: REG1>::Turns and leaves::
Agent DanteSmith: ::rolls eyes and walks out of mess hall::
: You're a recent transfer from one of our companion ships. We certainly could use the extra hand. Have you met the engineering staff lately?
CmdrBrookeDolan: I mean yet?
CounselorTempest: ::is feeling a pervasive sense of hopelessness and emptiness in herself that echoes the stillness outside in the intra galactic space::
DrLaneWinn: ::enters... sees staff gathered for mandatory meeting.::
StarfleetUFP: I been in Engineering
DrLaneWinn: Good... I'm glad to see you're all on time.
StarfleetUFP: Have not talked to any one yet sir
StarfleetUFP: just checking out the engine room
Lt Allen Zinthys: @::calls up to her:: Ms. Yatez! I'm Lieutenant Zinthys, from the Atlantis. I was told you need assistance?
DrLaneWinn: If working under Meghan Belcher taught us one thing, I suppose it was the value of being prompt... if only to avoid being bitched out.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, I only have a few minutes, but I'd be happy to introduce you to ... oh, shoot. I sent half our staff over to the Grissom. I'm afraid a formal introduction will have to wait.
StarfleetUFP: I can wait sir...
Agent DanteSmith: ::walks into Main Engineering...heads for the security station::
: A few things... I speak as I feel comfortable speaking. If anyone is uncomfortable w/ my use of language, tell me. I'm more than happy to accomadate you/
StarfleetUFP: Request permision to retuen to Engineering sir
DrLaneWinn: This is going to be a pleasant work environment...
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> Help? Oh, yeah. I seem to remember that. Hang on
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, welcome aboard. I'm pleased to have you join us. I wish the circumstances were a little better, but hopefully our situation will improve soon.
DrLaneWinn: But it's also going to be a productive work environment.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Permission granted. Dismissed, Ensign. Thank you for coming to see me.
DrLaneWinn: I want to see you all give everything you're capable of giving.
StarfleetUFP: Glad to be abord sir ::leaves bridige::
DrLaneWinn: I know how skilled you all are... that's the difference between Belcher and I/
Agent DanteSmith: ::gets himself settled in...begins to watch the various engineers scrambling around, doing there duties::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Yatez> ::Turns to walks toward a ladder and drops something as she grabs the handrails::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Security+ Commander Dolan to Security.
StarfleetUFP: ::Goes to Main Enginering::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::thinks, might as well check in with everyone I can while I have the time::
DrLaneWinn: You assignments should be clear. If you have any questions, let me know. I'll be around.
DrLaneWinn: Thank you/
CounselorTempest: +CO+ Yes?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> ::Curses and almost falls down the ladder as she bends to pick it up::
Agent DanteSmith: ::sees a fresh looking face walk in::
: ::sees Smith standing there:: need anything sir?
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Sec+Can I get a status report on our detainee in the brig?
Lt Allen Zinthys: @::Hurries to ladder:: It's alirght! Just stay up there.
Agent DanteSmith: ::shakes head:: nope, just manning my little security station...keeping you engineers safe ::smiles::
Agent DanteSmith
: you knew on board?
: +ASec+ What is the status of Dr. Belcher?
Agent DanteSmith: <<>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Yatez> Oh, well, if you say so.
Lt Allen Zinthys: @So what exactly is the problem?
StarfleetUFP: ::Smiles Back:: Yes I am just transfard
CounselorTempest: Karen> +CSec+ She's... sulking. She's been stalking back and forth all day. Drinks a little water, but won't eat. She seems to be waiting, like a caged tiger.
CounselorTempest: +Karen+ Thank you, Ensign.
CounselorTempest: +CO+ The Doctor is pacing and has not eaten.
StarfleetUFP: ::places hand out:: Ensign Jorge Valdes sir
Agent DanteSmith: ::shakes his hand:: Lt Dante Smith
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Yatez> ::Bends over again, but falls this time::
StarfleetUFP: Glad to meet you sir
Agent DanteSmith: same
: +Sec+ Do you know if we have a counselor on board? There have been so many roster changes and casualties lately, I can't keep track.
Agent DanteSmith: you met the rest of the engineering staff yet?
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Yatez> ::picks up object:: Gotcha! ::Stands::
DrLaneWinn: ::enters office::
StarfleetUFP: no sir I just walk in to do just that sir
DrLaneWinn: Computer, give me a water.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> Problem? Oh, yeah, the plasma keeps building up. We can't get rid of it! I'm afraid it's going to explode. ::Starts panicking::
DrLaneWinn: ::water materializes, she takes and drink::
DrLaneWinn: Wouldn't want to get dehydrated, now would I?
Agent DanteSmith: wow, well don't let them scare you ::grins::
: brb guys
Lt Allen Zinthys: @explode?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<90 SECOND WARNING>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> Well, it's just staying there? You know how you vent plasma? Well, it's not venting.
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
: +Dolan+ I believe that Eden Sitara is the Counselor.
CounselorTempest: +Dolan+ But she appears to be offduty at the moment.
Lt Allen Zinthys: @::Walks over to warp core input thing::
StarfleetUFP: <<back>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<>>
: +Sec+ That's what I was afraid of. I think she took ill recently and has been on temporary leave. Well, thank you. Dolan out.
Lt Allen Zinthys: @I see. ::Presses button labeled "manual plasma venting"::
Lt Allen Zinthys: @That should do it.
StarfleetUFP: ::walks near Zinthys::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL Zinthys!!!>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::smiles to himself as he watches the eager young ensign mingle with the rest of the engineers::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<I think Zinthys is off the ship>>
: ::gazes out office window at stars::
StarfleetUFP: <<oh sorry>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: @::Looks at his crew and rolls his eyes:: Let's get out of here. Before it starts to rub off.
StarfleetUFP: <<how stupid of me>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Jorge, Zinthys is actually on a nearby ship. That's what the @ sign in front of his lines means.>>
StarfleetUFP: ::mingles::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Don't be silly, you just didn't know. No big.>>
DrLaneWinn: The universe is dissapearin'... ::laughs:: Why do I find that so goddam hard to believe.
Agent DanteSmith: <<@ = away team>>
: <<I appolgise>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::suddenly remembers she has a psych degree:: Hmm, I suppose I should have a word with the "good doctor" myself.
Lt Allen Zinthys: @::Leads his team back to the Transporter Room and manages to do it much quicker than his guide could::
Agent DanteSmith: <<no biggie :-D>>
: ::enters TL:: Lt. Kiela, you have the bridge.
CounselorTempest: ::takes the bridge::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Computer, Brig.
CounselorTempest: ::doesn't move much, but adds the command panel to her console::
Lt Allen Zinthys: @Send us back to the Atlantis ::Doesn't stop to look at anything and gets beamed back::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::enters brig, determined to have it out with Belcher::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ***PAUSE SIM***