VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Caine! Axe!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::on the bridge::
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
Cdr Sullivan: :::in her office, reading the endless list of reports from SFI:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::on the bridge, watching departure preparations::
TKirr: <<I sent them the mission summary>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Sitting at Tactical, making sure everything is running::
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Thanks, T'Kirr!>>
CounselorTempest: <<::will keep typing that until woken::>>
EnsJBellingham: ::In the bay relieving Gamma shift::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::sitting around doing nothing important::
: <<are you literally unconscious? or sleeping?>>
Doctor Caine: :::: leaves Sickbay::::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::wonders where Tempest is, as she usually doesn't miss a launch::
Doctor Caine: :::: arrives at door of counselor's office ::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::once again, flipping through horrid paperwork::
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
Cdr Sullivan: <<Isn't he just the sweetest??>>
Doctor Caine: ::: looks at his tricorder again::::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Grabs his head and slowly breathes in and out until his head stops pounding so much::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, transfer to internal power.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::thoughts keep turning to Jack::
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
EnsJBellingham: ::Watches the CMO go without so much as a good morning, how did you sleep, how are you, or did you take those pills I gave you!::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<lol>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Aye, sir. ::Ship transfers in internal power::
Cdr Sullivan: :::exits her office and heads to the TL, the bridge HAS to be more interesting than her walls::::
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
Jack Cahalan: ::puttng the new liquors he aquired on Earth away:
Agent DanteSmith: ::gets the time from the computer::
: <<Easiest line count ever!>>
Agent DanteSmith: hmm...don't I have an appointment about now?
: ::getting antsy::
TKirr: ::in her quarters::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<remember Tempest, quality, not quantity>>
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Request permission to depart from the dockmaster.
Agent DanteSmith: Computer> affirmative, you are due in the counselor's office in five minutes
: <<What?>>
Agent DanteSmith: oooookay...
: ::drops an oddly-shaped leaf into her lizard's terrarium and sighs slightly::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns to Zuriyev, looks pointedly at him::
CSciAxelalexa: <<AHHHHHH!!!!! No line count!>>
Doctor Caine: Computer, override door lock -- medical authorization Paracelsus Lambda One.
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks at Brooke:: Is there something wrong, Commander?
Jack Cahalan: ::samples one: AHhh.... that's smooth.
Agent DanteSmith: ::heads on out...deciding to take the hidden stairway for excersise::
: Uh, no, nothing at all. Just eager to get underway, Admiral.
Doctor Caine: <<unconscious at work all day>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Geez... thought for a second there it was a typo and you meant "nasty" and I'm like "Go Jack!">>
CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Wait. That didn't sound right...>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<tsk tsk tsk>>
Doctor Caine
: ::: doors to office open :::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<::laughs hard:>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::arrives at the Counselor's office...pushes chime button::
: ::unconscious on the floor of her office::
Agent DanteSmith: uh...doc...what's goin on?
: <<::finally gets that::>>
Doctor Caine: :::: enters office to see Tempest on the floor :::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LoL!>>
TKirr: ::exits her quarters and walks her regular route to the Science lab::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::follows the doctor in::
: ::is seen by Caine as she is unconscious on the floor of her office::
Agent DanteSmith: whoah
: ::Finishes relieving GAmma shift. Notices that biobed four is disfunctional again! Gotta get an engineere down here to fix it before we need it!::
: ::runs through a quick check of ship's systems::
Cdr Sullivan: :::enters the bridge and heads to that extra console that no one ever seems to be using::::
Agent DanteSmith: ::stands back:: she alright?
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Do we have clearance to depart, Zinthys?
CounselorTempest: ::does not hear Dante as she is unconscious on the floor of her office::
Doctor Caine: ::: kneels down by Tempest, and runs the usual diagnostics::::
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
Jack Cahalan
: ::polishes the bar, takes pride in its shine::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps. Pauses. Then::: Aye, sir. Permission granted.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Clear all moorings. One quarter impulse to spacedoors.
CounselorTempest: ::is diagnosticked while unconscious on the floor of her office::
Doctor Caine: ::: decides her electrolytes are way out of balance ::::
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks her normal pale self, maybe looks a little like she could use a good nap... or a good drink::::
Doctor Caine: :::: notes no apparent injuries::::
CounselorTempest: ::would have another drink with Suli but is unconscious on the floor of her office::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::glances at Suli, notices she looks like she could use a nap ... or a drink::
SinjnHawke has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: she's not contagious is she?
: ::manages to calm the pain in his head::
Agent DanteSmith: I's not a disease or somethin...
: <<Hello, XO-that-wasn't! How are ya? :-)>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Moorings are removed >from the ship::
Agent DanteSmith: <<lookie! Hawkey!>>
: ::looks unconscious while unconscious on the floor of her office::
Doctor Caine: :::: dials several concoctions into his hypospray, and injects the horizontal counselor :::
EnsJBellingham: ::Well, this surgial suite will never do. What was Gamma shift thinking leaving it this way! ::
: <<::elbows Tempest:: So far his percentage is still better than Griffon.>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Shrugs and accelerates the ship to 1/4 impulse::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Wow. I'm laggy...>>
CounselorTempest: ::wakes::
Agent DanteSmith: uh Doc...can I help?
Doctor Caine
: ::: watches the med tricorder readings ::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::feels the ship accelerate::
Cdr Sullivan: :::passes by tactical as the ship jolts to impulse and appears to trip over her own two feet:::
CounselorTempest: ::sits up violently, gasping for breath with a horrible rasping sound::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Once we clear spacedoors, warp seven to the Tarsonis system.
CSciAxelalexa: ::walks into Science::
Agent DanteSmith: ::steps back again::
: Sorry I'm late, everyone.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::can hear the dockmaster cursing him for breaking that regulation yet again::
Agent DanteSmith: you ok counselor?
: Axelalexa was here...
CSciAxelalexa: ::puts his hand up to the top of his head where the wound still is::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::narrows her eyes at Zuriyev and Zinthys collectively:: Tsk, tsk.
Doctor Caine: :::takes Tempest by the shoulders ::: Easy...
Cdr Sullivan: :::curses quietly in Bajoran, hating the fact that her cheeks are probably turning scarlet::::
CounselorTempest: ::puts her hand to her forehead:: I think I - I - I'm cofused.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: What? It is my trademark.
Agent DanteSmith: guess this means the appointment is canceled...
: ::sees SUli trip, stifles a snigger::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Ship passes the space doors::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::rolls her eyes at Zuri's back::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Zuri's Back> ::is oblivious to Brooke's eye-rolling::
Cdr Sullivan: :::carefully slides into the chair, hoping that the chair does not move out from beneath her::::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Ignores the blinking light on his console from the dockmaster::
TKirr: ::enters the Science lab and looks around at the empty room::
: No, I should be - I can do it...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wants her duty shift to be over so she can go to Ten-Forward again::
CounselorTempest: Right, can't I?
Agent DanteSmith: you sure?
: I ... think. Doctor? What happened?
Agent DanteSmith: cause I'd be happy to reschedule ::not really wanting to go through with it::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Glances quickly at Suli, then returns to his console and accelerates to warp 7::
Jack Cahalan: ::serves a round of drinks to the patrons::
Doctor Caine: ::: looks at Tempest :::: You fainted. You'll be fine. What was happening here?
Cdr Sullivan: :::sees Dolan looking antsy and thinks she knows the reason::: Commander.... I'll fill in for you if you have any pressing paperwork to take care of.
CounselorTempest: Fainted? Was that all? I was... in the desert.
CounselorTempest: Axelalexa was here, it's all a blur.
TKirr: ::taps her badge +Axe+ Sir, T'Kirr reporting for dinner.
Agent DanteSmith
: desert?
: He tried to hug me. You should find him.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::At that, his head snaps around to look at Suli::
CSciAxelalexa: ::looks over at TKirr as she enters, grabs his head as it start acting up again, looks away from her::
Agent DanteSmith: <<uh-oh...did you say..."dinner"?!>>
: ::Feels the pain calm down::
CSciAxelalexa: Dinner?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::blinks at Suli:: Oh?
CounselorTempest: I went on a trip across the desert with my parents when I was a child. I never forgot it because the caravan lost me.
CounselorTempest: And I was... back in the desert.
Cdr Sullivan: :::taps away at her console for a few moments::: It's an offer I don't make often.... or lightly.
TKirr: <<oops.. family eating dinner, meant duty! LOL>>
: ::sits up, the leaden pain in her limbs receding, and the clawing grip of terror fading into the distance::
CounselorTempest: I feel... fine now...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns to Zuriyev:: Admiral, would that be alright? I really have a lot of work to get done. And I don't have an assistant, you know ...
EnsJBellingham: ::Putters around the surgical suite::
: ::siting conscious in her office::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: That is fine, commander. It will be a few days before we arrive anyway.
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks down at her::
: Umm, TKirr, are you doing anything that might give me a headache?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles:: Thank you, Sir.
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks over to Zinthys, having caught the motion from the corner of her eye::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods at Suli:: Commander, thank you. ::smiles::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::narrows his eyes at her::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: And in that case, Sullivan, the bridge is yours. I have work to do as well.
Cdr Sullivan: :::regards him in what she hopes is a level manner:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Finds her as unreadable as ever::
Doctor Caine: A dream, Counselor.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Returns his gaze to the console in front of him wordlessly::
Doctor Caine: You say Axelalexa tried to...hug you?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::exits the bridge::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks to his RR::
TKirr: ::closes her eyes in embarrassment, seeing Axe:: Forgive me, sir.. I guess I'm a little... hungry. I didn't get a chance to eat before shift.
: ::Edging away from her::
Cdr Sullivan: :::nods and stands, crossing to the center chair, willing herself not to trip::::
TKirr: ::looks confused, furrowing her brow:: I do not know what, sir.
: Yes.
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at Zinthys, then the seat, then Zinthys::: If you want it... I could make an excuse to leave.
CounselorTempest: I don't think you've lived until you've been in a bug embrace.
CounselorTempest: I think I preferred not living, really.
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks confused:: didn't know he could hug anyone...
: ::nods:: Okay.,
CounselorTempest: Those... er... pincers?
CounselorTempest: Around your shoulders...
CounselorTempest: And, the wings, kind of ...
Agent DanteSmith: ::winces::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::wonders if it was her imagination or did her voice really go soprano for a moment::::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Look up at Suli::
CounselorTempest: ::shudders:: Let's talk about something pleasant.
Lt Allen Zinthys: i hate that chair. ::Flatly::
CounselorTempest: Aren't we visiting the child-killer planet now?
Doctor Caine: ::: brings up info on his Med 'corder ::::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::gets a cup of coffee and sits behind his desk to read the reports from Third Fleet::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::makes her way to Ten-Forward::
Lt Allen Zinthys: I think there's a reverse-gravity emitter directly above it
TKirr: I am sorry for your pain, sir. Perhaps you should go to Sickbay?.... ::flinches, bringing a hand to her head::
: ::nods:: I got bitten in the lab...
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at it suspiciously::: I see.
Doctor Caine: :::smiles ::: It seems Axelalexa forgot himself...he can secrete a substance that renders unconscious certain species.
CSciAxelalexa: Maybe that's it. I should have it look out.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::heads to a secluded table to concentrate on paperwork::
CSciAxelalexa: Looked at, even.
CSciAxelalexa: ::Embarassed as he slips in his english::
Agent DanteSmith: I knew that dang bug was trouble...well...occasionally...
Doctor Caine
: <<or maybe not...I'm just throwing that out there>>>
TKirr: ::looking even more confused:: Perhaps.. I should see a doctor as well...
: I don't think... maybe that was it.
Lt Allen Zinthys: I've only sat in it once. Briefly. ::looks back down:: you can keep it.
CounselorTempest: <<Dude, read your logs. ;-)>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<LOL>>
Agent DanteSmith
: <<luh-ogs...?!>>
: <<Hrmpff.>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::sits carefully and tries to relax::::
Jack Cahalan: ::watches Brooke enter and walk across the room::
CSciAxelalexa: <<I knew writing a log was a bad ide.>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<It usually is>>
Cdr Sullivan: How long until we reach out destination?
CounselorTempest: What did you want to see me about, Dante?
Doctor Caine has left the room.
Cdr Sullivan: <<Caine was disconnected.... he'll be right back.>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks down:: Approximately 3.7 hours.
CSciAxelalexa: +Sickbay+ I'm going to be coming up as I have been injured.
CounselorTempest: ::sits in a chair, still a little careful of her limbs::
Jack Cahalan: ::makes a cranberry juice appear on her table by redirecting the replicator output::
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at the clock on the wall:: I believe we had an appointment
: <<wow. I thought it would take a few days to get there?>>
Cdor N Weiss has entered the room.
TKirr: ::to Axe:: Sir... I'm afraid I am not well-- ::flinches again, closing her eyes in an appearance of pain:: I am not fit for duty, either.
: ::blinks, surprised by the sudden appearance of a glass of juice in front of her::
CSciAxelalexa: ::stays away from TKirr as he exits out and heads up to the sickbay:: Me too. Maybe there's something catching.
CounselorTempest: Yes...
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<er... right..>>
CounselorTempest: thank you, Doctor.. I'll contact you if I have any further problems. I"m quite grateful for your help.
CounselorTempest: ::smiles:: Sit down Dante.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ...and two days, Commander.
CounselorTempest: <<The XO is becoming a lush!>>
TKirr: ::follows Axe to sickbay::
Agent DanteSmith
: ::takes a seat in a comfy chair::
: <<it's NON-ALCOHOLIC!!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles in Jack's direction, then concentrates on her paperwork::
CSciAxelalexa: <<Becoming ;-)>>
CounselorTempest: <<Hmff. You *know* it's laced.>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<?>>
EnsJBellingham: ::Practices his delivery. "State the Nature of the Medical Emergency::
: <<he'd never do that to me. don't know what YOUR guy is like ... >>
CounselorTempest: What brings you to my office?
EnsJBellingham: ::That sounded very professional!::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::sends a few dispatches to the Vostok and Endeavour::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Enters sickbay::
Doctor Caine has entered the room.
Cdr Sullivan: Thank you, Lieutenant.
Jack Cahalan: ::watches her work as he goes back to what he was doing::
CSciAxelalexa: ...Hello?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Feels the pounding continue::
EnsJBellingham: Hello CSCI How may I help you?
Agent DanteSmith
: well...I thought it was about time I got recertified as "sane" ::smiles::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::watches the viewscreen for a few moments::::
TKirr: ::enters Sickbay momentarily after Axe::
: Do you have any history of psychiatric diagnoses?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::glances once at Jack, then back at her work::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Who the hell ever certified you as sane to begin with?>>
Cdr Sullivan: Is it always this quiet in here? :::thinks *Oh, smooth move, Ex-Lax.*:::
CounselorTempest: <<Er. Definitely MacGregor.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LOL!!!>>
Agent DanteSmith: well...not that I remember <<memory wipes are fun ;-)>>...but Starfleet Intelligence has a standing policy of having us go through evals every couple of years...
: I'
CSciAxelalexa: I'm looking for some treatment. I think I'm getting a lot of head pain and delusions due to a head injury.
Agent DanteSmith: and even though I nolonger work for them...I still have to go through it
: ::steps up behind Axe, looking around Sickbay, but backs away against the wall, her cry almost audible::
: <<aren't we not supposed to know you're in Intel?>>
LtJG Taryn has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Taryn!>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::shrugs:: it's a wierd policy, but I live with it
Cdr Sullivan
: <<Taryn!>>
LtJG Taryn: <<hello all>>
Doctor Caine: <<edit>>> ::: reconsiders the tricorder readings :::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Brow furrows:: You've spent more time on this bridge than I have, Commander.
TKirr: <<My font isn't changing >_<>>
: I wasn't going to bother anyone about it, but... it's getting to become a problem.
EnsJBellingham: Addresses CSCI in his best bedside manner. Sharen ye noe be feelin ill are yah sahr? Twoud be a bitty ta be ruinin yahr day with an illnes.
: All right, then. What's changed since your last eval?
Cdr Sullivan: :::shakes her head::: Not lately.... not since.... :::lapses into silence:::
CounselorTempest: ::takes the padd and finds his files::
Agent DanteSmith: << transcript officially lists SF's the Section 31 that's secret ;-)>>
: I see you were coping with post-traumatic stress disorder, but... it lists a "cured' here. Any relapse?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs, decides to just have the computer do as much of her work as it can, taps a few things on a padd and puts it down::
TKirr: ::takes a deep breath and straightens:: I am experiencing... illness, as well.
Lt Allen Zinthys
: I will admit, Commander Dolan talks a bit more than you did.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::gets up, walks to the bar with her empty glass::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Oh.>>
Jack Cahalan: ::smiles as
LtJG Taryn: ::takes over helm::
Jack Cahalan: ::Brooke comes up::
CounselorTempest: <<So who hasn't had an eval yet? :-) I've seen many of you in my office, but not quiiiite all... hm. Doley, might be your turn soon.>>
Agent DanteSmith: not that I know of...I still get a little...uhm..."hotblooded" around dosn't seem to get out of hand...
: <<I *am* a psychiatrist. I don't need someone else to evaluate me! BACK ... OFF!!!!>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::wonders if that is a good thing, or a bad thing so asks::: Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
Jack Cahalan: ::fills her glass:: So, too busy for company?
CSciAxelalexa: Head injury.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles at him:: Not too busy for you.
CSciAxelalexa: ::points to the open hole in his head that he's patched up::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::runs screaming away >from Tempest::>>
CounselorTempest: No incidents of violence then?
CSciAxelalexa: I understand if you're having problems working with it. I know Draknor physiology is very rare.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Thinks:: I believe it's a bad thing. Too much extraneous activity sometimes.
Agent DanteSmith: <<bad Commander! bad!>>
: Well, there are none noted here.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::bangs head against wall::>>
Agent DanteSmith: none
Cdr Sullivan
: ::::nods and acknowledges Taryn's arrival:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::relinquishes helm control::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Zinthys ... I can hear you ... >>
CounselorTempest: I'm sorry, Dante, but - let's reschedule this. I have a few things to do and I want to get down to sickbay. That experience with Axelalexa was unnerving to say the least.
CounselorTempest: ;;stands and sows him out::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Hey! Get out of my head!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<You're not drowned out by the voices in my head ... watch out ... >>
Agent DanteSmith: that's fine...I understand
Agent DanteSmith
: ::is relieved this is over for now::
: ::returns to sickbay::
CounselorTempest: Oh, Ensign Bellingham... hello again.
CounselorTempest: ::smiles:: Still adjusting well, I trust?
TKirr: ::watches Tempest enter, massaging her temples::
: ::Sees Tempest, backs away >from her unconsciously::
Agent DanteSmith: ::returns to his off dutyness::
Doctor Caine
: ::: enters Sickbay, looking at his tricorder :::
EnsJBellingham: ::Thinks I have not been thme since the Orion incident. POST oportunity!::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::nods and smiles secretly to herself::::
EnsJBellingham: Counselor, always a plasure.
: Likewise, of course.
Agent DanteSmith: ::catches up on his reading, old technical generals for weaponry that have been piling up::
: *Pleasure
: ::smiles at Jack:: Dinner was nice.
CSciAxelalexa: Counselor, hello.
CounselorTempest: I had a bit of a - well, a faiting fit I guess - and fell unconscious on the floor of my.
CSciAxelalexa: ::thinks his head is going to explode::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Grabs his head::
Doctor Caine: ::: looks around :::: Well, well, well...all the players present.
CounselorTempest: ::stands back quite far >from Axelalexa:: ::pants frantically::
CounselorTempest: ::forces a smile even though she's backed herself into a corner, with her back jammed up against the wall::
EnsJBellingham: Would you like an examination Conselor?
Jack Cahalan
: Yes.... yes, it was. One of the most enjoyable nights I've had.
CounselorTempest: Of my office. I think... yes.
CounselorTempest: An exam. Maybe in. Another. Room.
TKirr: ::watches Axe and Tempest, very confused, her head throbbing::
Cdr Sullivan
: ::watches the viewscreen and then looks to Taryn::: Did all controls transfer properly?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Attempts to look up at the counselor, but can't bring his head up:: What are you doing? Stop it!
EnsJBellingham: Please come to exam room 3.
: ::follows Bellingham::
Doctor Caine: :::steps between the two:::
EnsJBellingham: ::Scans::
: ::Stumbling backwards with an uncharacteristic lack of grace::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: :::sometimes wonders why he took this promotion - just more paperwork:;
EnsJBellingham: Hmmmm
: ::fighting down the urge to scream as the image of swirling desert sands begins to overwhelm her senses::
Doctor Caine: ::: turns to Axe :::
CounselorTempest: <<No kidding! Promotions suck! Who wants the Rear Admiral post??? It's going cheap!>>
CSciAxelalexa: ::Practically tripping over himself to get away from Tempest:: STOP IT!
CounselorTempest: I'm not DOING ANYTHING!
Cdr Sullivan: :::resists the urge to fidget:::
TKirr: Counselor... Lieutenant... are you two all right?
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<LOL!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles at Jack, somewhat dazed as she recolelcts their evening::
Agent DanteSmith: ::falls asleep on his bed...PADD laying across his chest::
: ::falls backward against the bulkhead, slamming her head and shoulder violently enough that blood begins to flow::
CounselorTempest: ::looks to Doctor Bellingham with wild, startled eyes, plaintively::
EnsJBellingham: BP 120/70. BPM 55. REspiration 58. Aveloeral fuction normal. Nuerological pathways symtomatic of an intelligent female circa 20 yers old. Muscular adhesion -45.
Cdr Sullivan
: :::stands suddenly::: You're right... there is something wrong with this chair.
TKirr: ::skips over to Tempest and holds her up by the arm::
: Counselor!
: <<wow! we definitely have a doctor in the house!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Clears his throat:: ::Politely: Commander, didn't you say you were going to stay to do some paperwork?
Jack Cahalan: ::leans on the bar and caresses her cheek as he recollects the night::
Doctor Caine: Axelalexa, please have a seat.
CounselorTempest: Kirr?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs contentedly::
Doctor Caine: :::indicates a biobed:::
Cdr Sullivan: ::::looks at Zinthys blankly::::
CounselorTempest: Desert sands...
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Smiles ever-so-slightly at the concurrence::
CmdrBrookeDolan: You're very distracting, you know that? I never seem to be able to get any work done in here.
CounselorTempest: It's happening again....
CSciAxelalexa: ::tries to sit::
TKirr: What is happening? ::turns to see Axe with Belli::
: ::tears mingle with blood as the Counselor's coherence collapses::\
Jack Cahalan: Maybe I'm a bad influence.
Doctor Caine: :::sigh::: My mistake, Axe...the point is, you stay there, and I'll stay over here.
CSciAxelalexa: What... ::Claws at the open hole in his exoskeleton:: ...stop... hurt... no... why? Control... where? Lost...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::grins:: Nah ...
TKirr: ::to the room:: Can the counselor get a doctor, here? She needs help.
: You're too sweet to be bad.
CounselorTempest: ,<::grins:: I hate telepath plots. They always end up with so much angst! And my character becomes such a punching bag!>>
CounselorTempest: Red> ::walks into ten forward:: Ha ha! You shoulda heard 'em!
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Everyone beat on Tempest!>>
TKirr: <<lol!>>
Agent DanteSmith
: ::sleeping soundly::
: <<::Grins:: Ha, no angst for me! I just bring out YOUR inner angst.>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<if only you were all draknors, then you'd be sitting in bliss instead.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Mmm ... bliiiiiiiiiiss.>>
CounselorTempest: <<I'm hanging lanterns all throughout engineering. You will scurry from your little dark spaces, bug!>>
Doctor Caine: Computer, traction field on Mr. Axelalexa.
Cdr Sullivan: Y....y....yes. I did say that didn't I? Well, nothing says I can't have the bridge from another seat. :::returns to her at the empty console:::
EnsJBellingham: No indication of COPD, CHF, Cardipulmonary functions normal. C-reactive protein is good. Some indication of costovertebral angle tenderness. Oh Oh.......
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<I dunno. Angsty females just doesn't have the same ring to it>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<Of course, instead I've got a headache like having a semi shoved in my head...>>
Jack Cahalan: Perhaps. But you never know about men you meet in a bar.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Mmm .... seeeeeeeeemi.>>
EnsJBellingham: Her is the problem!
Cdr Sullivan
: Mr Taryn continue to make course adjustments as necessary.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::laughs:: How true. After all, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?
EnsJBellingham: *Here
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<Ya know, he could've just called you an idiot in medical-babble and how would you know?>>
Jack Cahalan: Pouring drinks, it would seem.
CounselorTempest: Red> Shoulda shoulda! ::sits up next to Brooke and slams his hand on the table as he aims a grin at Jack:: Barkeep, barkeep, whatcha got? To keep our blood boiling hot?
Doctor Caine: :::: scans the immobile Axelalexa::::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Lets out a primal scream:: STOP!!!
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::rolls her eyes at the young man::
Jack Cahalan: ::fishes out a shot of syntheholic whiskey:: There you are.
TKirr: ::winces at the sound::
: ::Scratches at his exoskeleton::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::leans against the wall, prone, not writing about her inner angst although it's all angsty and stuff::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Are you on duty, Ensign?
Doctor Caine: Computer, stasis field, now.
EnsJBellingham: Stais IQ of 160. Sub genius. Obviously a prime specimen of the race .
Agent DanteSmith
: ::visions of sugerplums dancing in his head::
: <<Woo! Local Counselor makes good!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<you're not talking about Tempest, are you?!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<HA!>>
Doctor Caine: ::: looks at the now unconscious Axelalexa ::::
TKirr: ::watches Bellingham work on Tempest::
: Red> Nope, offduty and looking for some laughs... Never knew our Commander was so all-fired pretty!
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Come take *my* IQ. It kicks her IQ's ass!>>
EnsJBellingham: Some dissseminated intravascular coagulation noted.
: <<::grins:: Axe would probably have a pretty high one, but then he was literally born to be a scientist.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::presses her lips firmly together:: That will do, Ensign. You may be off-duty, but you know that is NOT how you speak to a commanding officer.
CounselorTempest: Tempest's disseminated introvascules> ::coagulate::
Cdr Sullivan: ::::taps through some SFI report screens, monitoring the ships systems on a sub-screen::::
Agent DanteSmith: <<bad IQ! bad!>>
: Be happy to log a physical on all crew.
: ::unconscious::
Jack Cahalan: Or a lady, for that matter.
EnsJBellingham: He he. You are warned.
: ::suppresses a smile::
CounselorTempest: Red> ::to Jack:: Compliment a lady... how 'bout that drink, huh?
EnsJBellingham: Professionaly, of course.,
: Tempest> ::crumples to the ground::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Excuse me, but maybe you could go find a table? I'm sure you know how to use a replicator, and you're interrupting a conversation I was having with Mr. Cahalan.
EnsJBellingham: I knew it.
Jack Cahalan
: ::pulls the drink back behind the bar:: I don't think so.
CSciAxelalexa: <<::eg:: Can I :: CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office:: ::>>?
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
Doctor Caine
: ::: picks up a protoplaser, and begins to work on the wound on Axe's cranium::::
EnsJBellingham: Get her to a bioibed.
: ::squats near Tempest:: Counselor...
: Red> Well, I suppose we could get a drink.
CSciAxelalexa: ::CounselorTempest: ::unconscious on the floor of her office:: ::
EnsJBellingham: I think she is....................pregnant!
: Red> A table, sorry, Kirr.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<lol>>
TKirr: ::to Belli:: Doctor?
: Red> ::gets a table:: Come on in, guys!
CmdrBrookeDolan: Oh, for God's sake.
CounselorTempest: In Ten Forward> ::a gang of rowdy Ensigns and Engineers bumble loudly into Ten Forward::
CounselorTempest: CW> NIce place they got here, huh?
TKirr: <<I'm with Red, what? lol>>
: Smith> Not bad. Bit of dust on the tabels.
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
CounselorTempest: <<I meant Brooke. Typos all over.>>
Doctor Caine: +Bellingham+ Caine to Bellingham.
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
TKirr: ::helps lift Tempest to a biobed::
LtJG Taryn
: ::looking over his PADD::
CounselorTempest: Joanna> You guys are gawking like a bunch of tourists. All those 18 hour shifts in Engineering must have lowered your IQs by 30 points!
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::stands up, walks over to the rowdy men:: Alright. You're Starfleet officers. Carousing is permitted up to a point, but let's be civilized. Don't make me write you up.
Cdr Sullivan: :::glances at a the sub-screen::: Lieutenant.... I believe there is a red giant on the sensors that is on the verge of becoming a white dwarf.... would you catalog this and forward it to the StarFleet Science?
EnsJBellingham: +Bellingham+Caine Yes DOc?
: Joanna> ::curtsies to Brooke:: Sorry, madam.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps and confirms:: Yes, sir.
Cdr Sullivan: :::continues to tap and file reports::::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::lying unconscious on a biobed::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Does some more tapping::
Doctor Caine: +Bellingham+ How is the counselor's state of distress?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs in frustration and returns to the bar::
Jack Cahalan: I should hire you as a bouncer, Brooke.
CSciAxelalexa: ::lying unconscious and not very evenly on a biobed::
SinjnHawke has left the room.
CounselorTempest: Andorian man> We'll have three beers, two wines, and a spagetthi with meatless balls.
Cdr Sullivan: Are we on for coffee this week? :::hopes he can't hear her heart pounding, she does not stop looking at her work::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Please, I can't stand people. They're going to get loud. Feel free to call security if you need to.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Heh. He wants balls.>>
CounselorTempest: Kiki> Ew.
CounselorTempest: Andorian Man> It tastes the same!
CounselorTempest: Kiki> If you close your eyes.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Blinks and looks at her:: Very well
CmdrBrookeDolan: I'm afraid they've chased me out. I'll have to go to my office to finish my work, but we should get together again soon.
CounselorTempest: Andorian Man> And thirteen orders of fries. That's it here - remember the wine and beer.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::large rolling of eyes::>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks up sharply::: Very well?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Wine and Beer!!!>>
Jack Cahalan: ::pulls his replicator trick to make the food appear on their table::
EnsJBellingham: +Bellingham+<Caine> As far as the gravimetric isolinear diagnosis goes I woul say she will stabilize in 1.345 hours. She has a post vesticular sub hemotoma of the left occipital ridge and Sir I believe she is with child.
Jack Cahalan
: Wouldn't miss it for anything.
CounselorTempest: CW> ::raises a toast:: To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::subtly blows Jack a kiss:: I'll see you later.
CounselorTempest: Joanna> YOu kidding? This is ship-made swill!
EnsJBellingham: (He He)
: ::watches Belli, hearing Caine's page::
Doctor Caine
: ::: blinks once :::
CounselorTempest: <<::cracks herself up::>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::exits Ten-Forward, glaring at the rowdies::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Cocks his head:: Is there something else?
Cdr Sullivan: :::returns to her work::: If this does not appeal to you, you are not obligated.
Jack Cahalan: ::goes back to serving the customers::
EnsJBellingham: +Bellingham+<Caine> Just a guess Sir.
: ::pauses before she leaves to grab a man's beer and raise it high, solemnly toasting:: To rice and beans and cheese.
TKirr: ::adds in to Caine through Belli's badge:: What is your assessment of Axelalexa's condition?
: ::downs the beer in one go and leaves::
CounselorTempest: CW> To Sondheim!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Clears his throat:: I would be pleased to meet you for coffee, Commander.
CounselorTempest: Joanna> Lchiem. Drink up.
Agent DanteSmith: ::rolls over on bed...burying the PADD in the sheets::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::feels a smile creep across her features:::: Thank you.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::heads to her office::
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol...thought she said "a small creep" lol>>
: <<Are Tempest and Axelalexa still in the same room?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::hums an aria from La Boheme::
Doctor Caine: :::walks into the exam room to see the again unconscious counselor :::: How very interesting.
TKirr: <<I guess not! lol>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::nods and forwards the info to SFscience::
CSciAxelalexa: <<I think they took us apart>>
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::looks like she could be woken up::
EnsJBellingham: <Bellingham>Tkirr+ Anaerobic metabolites off by -15 mg. A hypo of Adenine will cure that imbalance in a few hours. Oh, and she has an anaphasic parasite in her GI tract.
Cdr Sullivan
: :::leaves the smile in place and looks down at her work again::::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Shoulders twitch and scythes pop out::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<ew!!! gastrointestinal parasites!!! ew!!!!>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::is randomly glad medical science cured tuberculosis long ago::
TKirr: ::blinks:: ..Interesting.
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::walks out on the bridge:: Report!
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sings softly::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::Sucks his teeth:: We all knew she had something stuck in her ass>>
EnsJBellingham: ::I knew those scythes would pop out! Medical database said there was a 4 to 1 chance.::
: <<What was that, Ensign?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::thwaps Zinthys::>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<LOL!>>
TKirr: ::watches Caine enter:: There you are. How is Axelalexa?
Cdr Sullivan
: <<:::moves as far away from Zinthys as is possible::::>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::finishes up paperwork at record speed, thanks to the computer::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::heads back to the bridge::
EnsJBellingham: I knew it!
: <<Oh! I thought you meant me.>>
Doctor Caine: Axelalexa is under stasis.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::Ducks::>>
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::looks wakeupable::
TKirr: <<I'm so confused lol>>
: ::enters bridge, notices Suli inching away from Zinthys, chuckles softly::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Someone wake up Tempest.>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks up again and clears her thoat::: Where shall we meet?
TKirr: ::looks at the counselor, unconsciously putting a hand to her forehead::
Doctor Caine
: Shall we awaken the counselor, or let her come to of her own accord?
CSciAxelalexa: ::various nerve centers attempt to move body now that the most central nervous system is down::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks from Zuri to Suli and back again::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::tries not to overhear Suli and Zinthys' conversation, looks around for Zuriyev::
EnsJBellingham: ::Wakes up Tempest::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::see Dolan enter and look around::: In his Ready Room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::takes her chair back::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods::
Cdr Sullivan: :::sees Dolan sit::: You have the bridge, Commander.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::waits for his report::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> OK... anyone got some explainations?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::as he is now on the bridgE::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::hacks:: Because that sucks.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Yes. You're in love, sweet love.>>
CounselorTempest: Bluntly.
Cdr Sullivan: <<Lord... sorry.>>
TKirr: ::shakes her head slowly at Tempest::
: ...
Agent DanteSmith: <<mmmmm...sweet love..........>>
: <<You should've used protection. Now you're Mommy Tempest. :-D>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<Still scrolling to find his entrance.....>>
CounselorTempest: .......
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sees the Admiral appear to be waiting for something, hopes whatever it is it isn't her responsibility::
Agent DanteSmith: <<is she carrying your larvae?!>>
: ..! ..! ......!
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Okay, HOW many times has Tempest now been "inadvertently" knocked up by members of the Atlantis crew???>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<Ah.... I was too busy laughing at the class clown.>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<LOL! No, I was refering to her and Zuri>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<That's so horrible.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Tempest, try Depo-Porvera. HA HA HA HA HA!!! (inside joke with myself)>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<::shudders::
Agent DanteSmith
: >>
Cdr Sullivan
: :::tries to sink beneath the console::::
CSciAxelalexa: <<::Is greatly amused by how horrible that is::>>
CounselorTempest: OK, am I dying?
Doctor Caine: ::: sigh :::: I'm not sure, yet. Axelalexa is seems, somehow to be affecting you.
CounselorTempest: Because I have about four people staring down at me silently.
CounselorTempest: He's affecting me?
CounselorTempest: Really? How could you tell?
Doctor Caine: You are, of course, not dying.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::looks at Brooke and blinks::>>
TKirr: ::raises a brow, then looks up at both doctors::
: Sorry, headaches make me irritable. ::puts her head to her forehead:: My apologies...
EnsJBellingham: Your not dying Tempest you are er, ummmm, in a delicate position.
: ::looks at Zinthys::
Cdr Sullivan: :::prays that someone has a phaser and will put her out of her misery::::
CounselorTempest: I'm clothed...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::clears his throat::
CounselorTempest: And, er, sober.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks down at his console::
EnsJBellingham: Well yu were not when this happened conselor! :-)
CounselorTempest: So unless they changed the rules of etiquette while I was unconscious.
CounselorTempest: ...
EnsJBellingham: (He He)
Cdr Sullivan
: :::sees the irritation in Zuri and standes::: The Atlantis is currently on course and all is well.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks at Zuriyev, looks at Zinthys, looks at SUli, back to Zuriyev::
Doctor Caine: When in each other's presence, you and Axe were upset, nearly irrational. When I rendered Axe unconscious, I came in here to find you unconscious too.
CounselorTempest: I was in the desert again.
Doctor Caine: <<Blame everything on the EMH, boys! : ) >>
Cdr Sullivan: One red giant preparing to go to a white dwarf was cataloged and sent to SFScience, SIR!
Cdr Sullivan: :::sits:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Thank you, Commander Sullivan.
CSciAxelalexa: <<Whoooooooo hoooooooooooooo! I've been dying to get my blame on.>>
Cdr Sullivan: You are welcome, SIR!
Agent DanteSmith: <<bad EMH! bad!>>
: ::to Caine:: I was with Axelalexa...that is when I quickly developed a terrible headache. ...It left when I followed Mr. Bellingham and the counselor here, away from Axelalexa.
: T'kirr, did you transfer departments?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::frowns -- wonders what she missed::
Doctor Caine: ::: nods ::::
TKirr: ::to Tempest:: No, why?
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::walks back into his RR, wondering what the hell is wrong with his bridge crew::
CounselorTempest: Am I all right, then? Other than this bizarre thing with Axelalexa? Can I return to duty? Leave sickbay?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<Too many commanders... I'll slink back to my office now.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::gets up, heads to the RR::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::enters RR:: Admiral? Is something the matter?
Doctor Caine: :: to Tempest :: That's up to your attending physician. I should return to Axe.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: No. That was just... odd.
CounselorTempest: Thank you, Doctor Caine.
Cdr Sullivan: :::sees everyone leave again:::
CounselorTempest: Please let me know if I can help...
Cdr Sullivan: :::mutters::: Was it something I said?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Shudders as his nerve centers try to get him up::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Ah. Yes. Thing's have been ... odd ... lately. I wonder if something's going around.
CounselorTempest: ::props herself up on her elbows::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Ten Forward?
Jack Cahalan: ::grateful when he sees the rowdy bunch leave;: Maybe I SHOULD hire a bouncer.
Cdr Sullivan: What? :::looks at Zinthys::::
Lt Allen Zinthys: You asked where we should meet.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::realizes she left the bridge without a commanding officer:: Oops. Excuse me, sir.
CounselorTempest: Doctor Bellingham? May I go?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods to Brooke::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::re-enters bridge, takes the big chair, makes sure nothing blew up in the last 10 seconds::
Cdr Sullivan: :::changes trains of thoughts again::: Oh, yes... that is fine.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::nods::
Doctor Caine: Dr. Bellingham, releasing the counselor is your call.
Doctor Caine: ::: to Tempest ::: Stay in touch...I may indeed need help with this.
CounselorTempest: I will, Doctor. Thank you again
Doctor Caine: :::leave the room::: Odd, very odd.
CounselorTempest: T'Kirr, we never had our adjustment session, did we?
CounselorTempest: This is a bizarre setting, but as long as I'm not going anywhere...
EnsJBellingham: I believe she may be released Doctor Caine.
: ::shakes her head hesitantly:: No.. we haven't.
: So I'm all right then? Clean bill of health?
TKirr: :watches Caine leave and thinks over the situation, attempting to make sense of it:: I'm not sure what is going on, but I believe the onset of our... *conditions* are related directly to Axelalexa, as well as his own.
: ::helps Tempest up::
: ::to Kirr:: You're afflicted as well?
CounselorTempest: ::stands, leaning on T'Kirr::
EnsJBellingham: Yoiur fine conselor. Pregnant, but fine.
: Excuse me, T'Kirr.
Agent DanteSmith: ::rolls over some more...clearly enjoying his rest::
: For just a moment.
TKirr: Yes... although obviously not nearly as severely as you or Axelalexa.
: ::turns from her toward the Doctor::
TKirr: ::nods::
: Could you repeat that one more time?
EnsJBellingham: We need to run more tests but the intial symptoms are there.
: ::sighs deeply, glancing back at the biobed, seeing the drops of blood::
: (And I cant type tonight!)
: I see... then - we - but... well, nevermind then. I see.
CounselorTempest: How long will it take to arrange an abortion?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM