CmdrBrookeDolan: ***BEGIN SIM***
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::on the bridge, in the
captain's chair while the Admiral is taking a
Agent DanteSmith: ::sittin at table in
messhall...Kev and Bob in next seats::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sitting in
Ten-Forward, staring at the strange
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
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<who's at the conn?
anyone? Bueller? anyone?>>
CounselorTempest: <<Um, conn? Taryn, I
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::
DrLaneWinn: ::Trying to deal w/ horribly
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
CmdrBrookeDolan: This is Commander
Dolan. Status report.
Agent DanteSmith: ::chuckles:: I thought
you meant somethin else
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> we do have a
LtJG Taryn has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Captain Timon> We're
showing a plasma flow fluctuation in our port
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Guess he's not at
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
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> Anything we
can do to help?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Taryn told me he's
having PC problems.>>
Agent DanteSmith: it's a reasonable
DrLaneWinn: ::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
Commander Dolan to Engineering.
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> right...you'd
really trade your beaches for that
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
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> and you wanna
hunt fake targs?!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Pushes the button on
the wall panel:: Engineering here. Go
Agent DanteSmith: alright alright...we
gotcha boss...calm down...
CmdrBrookeDolan: +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
CmdrBrookeDolan: +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.
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::
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>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<freakin' English!!! ...
oh ... ah ... never mind>>
DrLaneWinn: ::to bartender:: I'll have a
DrLaneWinn: ::hesitates:: Actually...
Commander Dolan to SICKBAY.
CounselorTempest: ::inhales thick
smoke straight into her lungs;:
DrLaneWinn: ::leans over bar, makes eye
contact w/ bartender:: You got anything....
Agent DanteSmith: ::leans back in his
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::points out two
engineers: You two. You're with me.
DrLaneWinn: Bartender> Actually, doctor...
::leans over, whispers:: I have some lovely
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::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +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
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> I'm in
StarfleetUFP 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
Agent DanteSmith: <<hey UFP!!!>>
StarfleetUFP: 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!>>
StarfleetUFP: And I had to do a couple of
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Luann+ For God's
sake! Why can't our sickbay have an actual
physician in attendance?
StarfleetUFP: <<ok now back to
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<"Normalities?" What
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> :;raises glass::
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::glass up:: aye
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Winn+ Commander
Dolan to Dr. Winn. Would you please report
to the bridge at your convenience, doctor?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Leaves the TL with his
Agent DanteSmith: ::up with glass...big
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Walks into the
Transporter Room and nods to the
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,
Agent DanteSmith: <<wish I knew>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Don't get me
Agent DanteSmith: ::all three down their
DrLaneWinn: ::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
DrLaneWinn: ::into turbolift:: Computer, deck
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> she was purty
CounselorTempest: ::breaks it off
between her fingers, grinding the leafy
substance into paste between her
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> :;shrugs:: not my
DrLaneWinn: ::rises to deck one, exits onto
DrLaneWinn: Commander, you wanted to
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
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
StarfleetUFP: <<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
CounselorTempest: ::stands and cleans
her uniform, bothered by the scent of
CounselorTempest: ::sighs unhappily,
wanders out of the arboretum toward
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
StarfleetUFP: ::looks around engineering:: well
this is my new home
DrLaneWinn: Ah... permission to speak
CounselorTempest: ::changes, showers,
puts on something dark red and
homespun with the look of natural
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: Permission to speak freely,
StarfleetUFP: ::Walks to Bridige::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Please speak freely,
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>>
DrLaneWinn: Meghan Belcher was an
incompetent nut job. Completely wacked in
every possible sense of the word.
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
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
CounselorTempest: ::just... looks::
DrLaneWinn: But I can't say I'm not unhappy
CounselorTempest: ::makes a shocking
decision to cut all of it off::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Nods to the
transporter operator:: Which way is Main
CounselorTempest: ::changes into her
uniform again, and returns to the
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Guess I do that to
women... or maybe just her...>>
Agent DanteSmith has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: <<bah>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: Triple negatives tend to
trip me up. ::smiles::
Agent DanteSmith: ::all three back to
starin out window::
CmdrBrookeDolan: 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
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
DrLaneWinn: Thanks, Commander.
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
CmdrBrookeDolan: Your name, Ensign?
Lt Allen Zinthys: @Excuse me?
StarfleetUFP: Jorje Valdes sir
StarfleetUFP: Jorge Valdes
Agent DanteSmith: <<shweeeet>>
StarfleetUFP: <<spelled it wrong the firdst
Agent DanteSmith: ::stands:: well
boys...it's been fun...but I believe I'm on
CounselorTempest: ::stands behind the
tactical console, wondering why
she's here when she's technically
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
CounselorTempest: ::considers leaving
the bridge in order to pursue
something more interesting, but...::'
Agent DanteSmith: Kev> ::smirks::
DrLaneWinn: ::Pleasantly buzzed and clear
headed, makes her way toward turbolift, back
StarfleetUFP: I could tell sir
Lt Allen Zinthys: @Right....
Lt Allen Zinthys: REG1>::Turns and
Agent DanteSmith: ::rolls eyes and walks
out of mess hall::
CmdrBrookeDolan: 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
DrLaneWinn: ::enters... sees staff gathered for
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
StarfleetUFP: just checking out the engine
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
DrLaneWinn: 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
DrLaneWinn: This is going to be a pleasant
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
DrLaneWinn: I want to see you all give
everything you're capable of giving.
StarfleetUFP: Glad to be abord sir ::leaves
DrLaneWinn: I know how skilled you all
are... that's the difference between Belcher and
Agent DanteSmith: ::gets himself settled
in...begins to watch the various
engineers scrambling around, doing there
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
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::
StarfleetUFP: ::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
Agent DanteSmith: you knew on board?
CounselorTempest: +ASec+ What is the
status of Dr. Belcher?
Agent DanteSmith: <<errr....new>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> Oh, well, if you
Lt Allen Zinthys: @So what exactly is the
StarfleetUFP: ::Smiles Back:: Yes I am just
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,
CounselorTempest: +CO+ The Doctor is
pacing and has not eaten.
StarfleetUFP: ::places hand out:: Ensign Jorge
Agent DanteSmith: ::shakes his hand:: Lt
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> ::Bends over
again, but falls this time::
StarfleetUFP: Glad to meet you sir
Agent DanteSmith: same
CmdrBrookeDolan: +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::
DrLaneWinn: ::enters office::
StarfleetUFP: no sir I just walk in to do just
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
DrLaneWinn: Wouldn't want to get
dehydrated, now would I?
Agent DanteSmith: wow, well don't let
them scare you ::grins::
StarfleetUFP: brb guys
Lt Allen Zinthys: @explode?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<90 SECOND
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yatez> Well, it's just
staying there? You know how you vent
plasma? Well, it's not venting.
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
CounselorTempest: +Dolan+ I believe
that Eden Sitara is the Counselor.
CounselorTempest: +Dolan+ But she
appears to be offduty at the
Lt Allen Zinthys: @::Walks over to warp
core input thing::
Agent DanteSmith: <<atm...lol>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: +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
DrLaneWinn: ::gazes out office window at
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.>>
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
Agent DanteSmith: <<@ = away team>>
StarfleetUFP: <<I appolgise>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::suddenly remembers
she has a psych degree:: Hmm, I suppose I
should have a word with the "good doctor"
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>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::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
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***