You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
::shocked:: Welcome back!
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles and waves:: Hi,
CmdrBrookeDolan: Wow, there are so many
CmdrBrookeDolan: Where did 12 weeks
Jordan Toreek: Evening Commander
Jack Cahalan has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: Good to see you, Commander!
CmdrBrookeDolan: Jack! I've missed you
Jack Cahalan: Hey, Brooke. ::smiles:: I've
CmdrBrookeDolan: Phew. I am NEVER
going to catch up on everything I've missed
in the past few months, or on all my
CmdrBrookeDolan: But, the hard work paid
off. Three A's!!! Woo hoo!!!
Lt TKirr: I couldn't imagine
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::claps::
Lt TKirr: Congo Rats!!
Jordan Toreek: contrats!
EnsMickHawking has entered the room.
EnsMickHawking: Hello peeps
LtAidenSanders: Hey Mick, what's up?
Lt TKirr: Welcome, Ensign
EnsMickHawking: The ceiling at the mo!
LtAidenSanders: ::looks up:: Well,
EnsMickHawking: So how is everyone?
Cdr Sullivan has entered the room.
LtAuroraYophton has entered the room.
LtAuroraYophton has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Took my sister to look
at colleges yesterday and today.
Lt TKirr: I am well
EnsMickHawking: Get some Rakhtajino
Jordan Toreek: greetings Hawking
EnsMickHawking: Im sure you'll feel fine
Jordan Toreek: greetings Cmdr Sullivan
EnsMickHawking: Hello Toreek
VAdm AC Zuriyev: OK. Let's get started!
Lt TKirr: ::hugs Sulli::
Cdr Sullivan: Greetings, Lieutenant.
Cdr Sullivan: :::hugs TKirr:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::hands Brooke her
whistle:: It was in good hands.
Lt TKirr: Is the Counselor ill, or
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Tempest is travelling
Lt TKirr: ::nods::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Thanks! ::whistles::
Ensign FJ: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Jack Cahalan: ::AA::
Jordan Toreek: ::AA::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, first of all,
I'd like to welcome Ensign FJ to the
Lt TKirr: Welcome!
CmdrBrookeDolan: Welcome aboard,
Ensign! (argh, more paperwork! ;-))
EnsMickHawking: You get to play with our
Ensign FJ: thank you ::Nods toward crew::
LtAidenSanders: Yay for another slav...I
VAdm AC Zuriyev: And of course, let's
welcome Commander Dolan back to
LtAidenSanders: ::flashes everyone a big
Jack Cahalan: :::heartily welcomes Brooke
LtAidenSanders: Welcome back,
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Cheers wildly::
Lt TKirr: Welcome back!
CmdrBrookeDolan: Thank you!!!! I am so
sorry I've been absent for so long, but my
GPA was worth it. It's great to be back,
CmdrBrookeDolan: (except for the mountain
of paperwork awaiting me. ;-) )
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, now for the
VAdm AC Zuriyev: You may recall
before the last interim plot, that we
were dispatched to the beta
quadrant to follow the back trail of
whatever has been eating starships.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: The composition of
the goo found on the derelict
starships is similar in structure to a
deadly virus that was cured because
of knowledge gained by the USS
Socrates, lost in the Beta Quadrant
thirty years ago.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Going further back,
you may recall that in our alternate
timeline, we forced the Socrates to
return to the past to be lost in the
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Because the Socrates
was lost, we had the information
they sent back to cure the deadly
Lt TKirr: ::pretends she remembers::
Jordan Toreek: ::doesn't have any clue about
this stuff, but pretends to know::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: But now there's a
larger threat - the virus is similar in
makeup to the thing that's eating
starships. Therefore we follow the
Socrates's trail and figure out what's
going on, and hopefully fare better.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Those of you that
are relatively new - this overall plot
has been going on for about nine
Lt TKirr: <<I remember reading your
log within the alt timeline>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Questions?
EnsMickHawking: No sir
Lt SG Zinthys: <<Plot? There was a plot
in the alternate timeline? Oh
Cdr Sullivan: Where is the exit?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Exits are clearly
LtAidenSanders: ::raises hand::
Cdr Sullivan: <<Yeah.... you slut. >>
Lt TKirr: Bathrooms?
Jordan Toreek: what about the current plot
we are doing? the drugs and stuff?
Lt SG Zinthys: <<Mwah-muah>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: That's over. Drugs
were turned in to SF Command.
LtAidenSanders: So how far from last sim
is this next sim?
Lt TKirr: Good to know.
Jordan Toreek: and the priestess?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Tempest will explain
the priestess. ::ducks the question::
Jordan Toreek: so is she still aboard?
Lt TKirr: I have a question.. how do we
'follow the Socrates' trail' if it's in the
VAdm AC Zuriyev: No.
LtAidenSanders: Star charts, I'm
VAdm AC Zuriyev: We have their logs,
so we know what route they took.
Lt TKirr: ::boggles::
LtAidenSanders: ::nods:: OK, now I'm up
Lt TKirr: Ah.. that kind of follow, gotcha,
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::brings T'Kirr out of
VAdm AC Zuriyev: /boggle doesn't work
Lt TKirr: LOL
Lt TKirr: That's why I used our favorite ::
Jordan Toreek: ::laughs::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: OK, without further
delay and typing of not-so-brief
VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Lt SG Zinthys has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::yawns and stretches in
her chair on the bridge::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<IT was too much
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::in the ready room,
watching the stars go by::
LtAidenSanders: ::in Engineering, running
the wonderfully standard diagnostics::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +bridge+ Zuriyev to
Lt TKirr: ::in lab, watching Axelalexa out
of the corner of her eye, concerned::
Jack Cahalan: ::in Ten-Forward, polishing the
Ensign FJ: ::In engineering helping the running
of wonderfully standard diag.::
Cdr Sullivan: :::in her office, doing what
Sullivan does best:::
EnsMickHawking: :: Turns to FJ:: Have you
seen these painting I pickup from Starbase
12? :: Holds up a painting ::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::blinks, bleary-eyed,
looking over moutains of paperwork::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Zuri+ Dolan here.
LtAidenSanders: ::turns to FJ and
Hawking:: Do you think we should hang
some up, Mick? Make Engineering a
bit more homey?
Jordan Toreek: ::heads down to Ten
Forward to relax a little::
Ensign FJ: Cant say I have ::Looks painting
over:: very interesting
EnsignUtah: :: In the arboretum (an alias
for botanical section.)::
EnsMickHawking: :: ponders :: Hmm we
could do, but if the core was to breach they
would be destroyed!
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Dolan+ Commander,
how long until we cross into the Beta
LtAidenSanders: Oh no! Mick, it's called
a replicator. I'm sure you could
program it to replicate them back again.
Jordan Toreek: ::finds the TL and enters,
giving her location::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks over at a
console:: +Zuri+ Not long, Admiral.
LtAidenSanders: And just how often do we
have Core Breaches?
Lt SG Zinthys has entered the room.
EnsMickHawking: Sir replicated pictures aint
the same as the real thing!
Ensign FJ: If the core breaches we have more
to worry about then painting ::Looks back at
Jordan Toreek: <<wb Zinthys>>
Lt SG Zinthys: <<Thanks!>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::sips at a mug of tepid cider as
she reads over some reports:::
LtAidenSanders: ::hears beeping and turns
his attention back to his diagnostics::
FJ, can you confirm a faulty relay on
Deck eleven, section alpha 1-7?
Jordan Toreek: ::exits out of the TL and
makes her way slowly towards the lounge,
wondering how SB is doing::
EnsMickHawking: :: Looks up :: Sorry tried
to have a joke there!
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Dolan+ Thank you. I
will be there shortly.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::yawns again, brain
weary of reports, wonders if "not long" was
Jordan Toreek: ::enters the lounge and heads
over to the bar, still thinking about being in
EnsignUtah: ::To self:: Ansellia africana
from Africa. "Leopard Orchid"
Resembles hardcane dendrobium in
growth. Flower spikes from apex of lead
bear many yellow open flowers with red
Ensign FJ: ::Looks at panel, tapping a few
buttons:: Yes sir, it appears our routine diag.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Sitting in 10F sucking
on a popsicle::
Jack Cahalan: What can I get you, Jordan?
Cdr Sullivan: :::sighs restlessly and taps at the
Jordan Toreek: ::looks up and smiles:: What
do you recommend Jack?
Doctor Caine has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: ::shuts a bio kit and puts it
away, looking up at Axelalexa:: My
shift is complete, sir.
Jordan Toreek: <hey Caine>
Jack Cahalan: Depends on your mood./
LtAidenSanders: ::Taps:: That's why we
run these damn things, to make sure we
don't let something as small as that blow
the ship up.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::enters the bridge
from the RR::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Looks up:: Is it? Well,
would you be interested in helping me
in a project I've begun?
EnsMickHawking: Sir isn't that relay part of
the replicator system
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks up at the
Admiral:: Admiral on the bridge. ::staggers to
her feet, knocking over reports::
LtAidenSanders: ::tosses PADD to FJ::
Jefferies tube Gamma 4-8. Deck
Eleven, when you're ready to bypass the
relay let me know and I'
CSciAxelalexa: I heard that the brownies
that the replicators were making
weren't very good, so I've been trying to
make a better recipie.
LtAidenSanders: ll do it.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: As you were.
Jordan Toreek: Let's see. I'm over worked,
my own doing, and need something to
relax... However, could get called back to
work any min...
Lt TKirr: ::shoves the thought of enjoying
a cup of tea in the lounge away::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs and picks up her
LtAidenSanders: ::turns to Hawkings::
Yeah, but the other relays will make up
for it, and it's easy to fix.
EnsMickHawking: :: Has vivid memories ::
No wonder I got tea istead of coffee last
CSciAxelalexa: However, I'm not actually
able to eat them, as they contain
ingredients that are toxic to me,
although mammals apparently ingest
them quite safely.
Ensign FJ: aye sir ::walks out of engineering to
Lt TKirr: ::approaches Axe:: I don't eat
such substances, neither.
EnsignUtah: ::Cuts a sample of
Dendrobium Yukidaruma ‘The King’ .::
Very showy floriferous, crystalline white
flowers with intense maroon/black eye in
centre. ::Walks to TL::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I see you are behind
in your paperwork, Commander.
EnsignUtah: +T'Kirr+ Where are you
Lt TKirr has left the room.
LtAidenSanders: So, Mick, what's your
favorite pastime? ::starts making small
talk as he walks across Engineering to
Ensign FJ: ::takes TL to jefferies tube Gamma
4-8, craws in small opening::
EnsMickHawking: :: stores the paintings in a
quiet corner of engineering :: Deciratin when
I get off duty
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::clears her throat:: Well,
perhaps if I had an assistant like you
promised me three months ago ...
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
Jordan Toreek: <<wb TKirr>>
Jack Cahalan: Hmm... :considers;:
Lt TKirr: ::regards Axe seriously:: How
do you recommend we proceed?
EnsignUtah: +T'Kirr+ Utah here. Where
are you Lieutenant?
Jack Cahalan: Something light for you, then.
CSciAxelalexa: Well, we could try to bring
in a test subject, then.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wonders if she could
order a new ensign to catch up on her work
LtAidenSanders: ::laughs:: Decorating,
huh? Any actual physical activities?
::taps a PADD handed to him by a
crewman, makes a correction and hands
it back to the crewman, who walks
EnsMickHawking: I like snow boarding, but
since my new post on this ship ive had a lot
of catching up to do.
Jack Cahalan: ;;mixes her up a strawberry
daquiri and goes extra light on the alcohol;;
Lt TKirr: ::looks at the ceiling:: +Utah+
Main Science with Axelalexa.
Jack Cahalan: Here you are.
Ensign FJ: ::takes out tricorder and scans for
EnsignUtah: I'm on my way.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: An assistant? I
thought I requisitioned one.
EnsignUtah: ::Enters TL and heads for
Doctor Caine: ::: reviews status of Medical
Dept. in Sickbay :::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, I haven't heard
anything. Maybe the paperwork got lost ...
Jordan Toreek: ::smiles:: thank You Jack... so
how have you been?
LtAidenSanders: Sweet, snowboarding is
pretty fun. I've got an excellent
holodeck program that I'd think you'd
like. It's setting is Mt. Bachelor in the
early 21st century. I grew up near it.
Lt TKirr: ::ponders the usefulness of
testing brownie tastes::
EnsMickHawking: I sometimes go to the
Holodeck and take the safety's off, its a
better experience knowing there's risk
Ensign FJ: +Lt. Sanders+ Sir, ready to
Jack Cahalan: Fine, thank you. AND YOU?
Jack Cahalan: <<Sorry about the
LtAidenSanders: +FJ+ Acknowledged,
Cdr Sullivan: :::stands and leaves her inner
sanctum and broods her way past Solitaire:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<figured Jack had
EnsignUtah: ::Enters Main Science::
Lt TKirr: <<LOL>>
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Finishes and stands::
Lt SG Zinthys: ::nods to Jack::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<or whoever he was
talking to was deaf>>
Lt TKirr: ::turns:: Mr. Utah.
Jordan Toreek: Been rather busy. We finally
have an empty sickbay and no patients.
EnsMickHawking: I dislocted my arm at the
Academy doing and spend three weeks in
LtAidenSanders: ::walks over to a console,
for regulating power:: Hmmm. ::Taps
buttons, rerouting power to reinforced
relays on deck ten::
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Walks to the TL::
Lt SG Zinthys: Deck 1.
Jack Cahalan: That's the best kind.
LtAidenSanders: +FJ+ Rerouting
complete, make the replacement and
inform me when you're ready to reshunt
power into the new relay. Sanders out.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I see we are about to
CmdrBrookeDolan: Yes, sir. Any moment
Doctor Caine: ::: sees that all is well in
Medical, decides to leave ::::
LtAidenSanders: ::turns to Hawkings and
laughs:: Mick, you'll get yourself killed
Jordan Toreek: definately is. There's alot
more paperwork invovled, then I really
EnsignUtah: Here Lieutenant ::hands her
the flower - Dendrobium Yukidaruma
‘The King’ Very showy floriferous,
crystalline white flowers with intense
maroon/black eye in centre:: I have
been growing these in the arboretum.
Lt TKirr: ::gazes at Utah:: Do you eat
Ensign FJ: +Lt Sanders+ yes sir
CSciAxelalexa: It is of dire importance.
EnsMickHawking: To quote a famous
captain, risk is part of our game, that's why
were out here
EnsignUtah: Of course I do!
CSciAxelalexa: We require a test subject.
Jordan Toreek: ::takes a sip of the
daquiri::hmmm... this is good. What did you
call it again?
LtAidenSanders: ::laughs:: I figured you'd
say something like that.
EnsignUtah: I'm your man...er...guinea pig.
Jack Cahalan: A strawberry daquiri.
Lt TKirr: ::raises her brows in surprise
and takes the flower hesitantly,
confused:: ..Thank you.
Cdr Sullivan: :::stops in front of the nearest TL
and waits, obviously deep in thought:::
Ensign FJ: ::begins replacement of relay::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The Atlantis
crosses into the Beta Quadrant.
LtAidenSanders: Potter> ::From upper
level banister:: Lieutenant Sanders?
We're having some problems with the
coolant systems, it's an imbalance that
we can't get back into balance.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::TL dings and he begins
to step out::
EnsignUtah: It's a very rare orchid.
Lt TKirr: ::walks across the lab and sticks
the flower in a beaker::
Doctor Caine: ::: enters Turbolift :::: Bridge.
Lt TKirr: I will transfer it to my quarters
when I leave.
Cdr Sullivan: :::hears the ding and steps
forward to enter:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, we have
crossed into the Beta Quadrant.
EnsignUtah: I thought you may want it in
LtAidenSanders: ::turns to Hawkings::
Would you mind helping Potter with
that? It's stubborn, the coolant system,
you might want to flush it and reinitialize
EnsMickHawking: Yeah sure sir
EnsignUtah: Where are the brownies?
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Looks up:: Oh! Wrong
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Excellent. Have
science comb the area as we go
looking for evidence of those things.
Jordan Toreek: ::smiles:: i will have to
remember that, thank You
Ensign FJ: ::finishes the replacement:: sir the
replaced relay is ready
CSciAxelalexa: Alright, TKirr, I'll leave you
to test these brownies on him.
EnsMickHawking: :walks over to the
engineering turbolift ::
Jack Cahalan: Of course.
Lt SG Zinthys: Err... greetings, Sullivan.
CmdrBrookeDolan: +T'Kirr+ Dolan to
Lt TKirr: ::turns in alarm:: Sir...
CSciAxelalexa: ::hands over a plate of
brownies:: Yes, TKirr?
Lt TKirr: ::saved by the bell:: +Dolan+
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Sanders+ Zuriyev to
Cdr Sullivan: :::stops abruptly as there is
something blocking her way, looks up:::
LtAidenSanders: +Zuriyev+ Sanders here.
::Walks across engineering reading a
padd:: Go ahead.
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Axe+ Dolan to
EnsignUtah: ::Takes a brownie off the
EnsMickHawking: :goes to where Potter is
standing:: Whats the problem potter?
Lt TKirr: ::attempts to concentrate on
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Sanders+ Report,
Sanders. We are in unfamiliar
territory. What is our status?
Cdr Sullivan: :::nods::: Lieutenant.
EnsignUtah: BLECH! What is wrong with
Doctor Caine: ::: enters the Bridge ::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +T'Kirr and Axe+
Could you please report to the bridge for an
LtAidenSanders: Potter> ::shrugs:: The
damned coolant system won't go back
Jordan Toreek: ::Finishes the Daquiri and sets
the glass down on the Bar and raises up::
Thank You for the drink... ::turns and heads
CSciAxelalexa: +Dolan+ Axe here.
Jack Cahalan: ::cleans up the empty glass::
CSciAxelalexa: +Dolan+ As you will.
LtAidenSanders: +Zuriyev+ Engine
systems report OK.
Ensign FJ: ::makes sure the replacement is in
place:: +Lt. Sanders+ Sir, I am pleased to
report to you that the faulty relay has been
Lt TKirr: ::backs up in order to dodge
flying brownie particles::
EnsignUtah: Hey, what about me?!
EnsMickHawking: Potter > The coolant
system's gone crazy
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Steps back into the TL,
letting her in::
LtAidenSanders: +Zuriyev+ We had a
faulty relay, but it's been fixed. No
problems as of yet./
Lt TKirr: +Dolan+ On my way.
EnsMickHawking: :hmph: We just replaced
that system last wekk
EnsignUtah: ::Is this a practical joke Sir,
LtAidenSanders: +FJ+ Reestablishing
power to that relay, FJ.
CSciAxelalexa: We don't have practical
jokes where I come from. You'll have to
explain that idea to me later.
Lt TKirr: ::hands Utah the plate with the
slightest hint of relief:: Ask Axelalexa.
::leaevs the lab::
Jordan Toreek: ::heads back to sickbay,
deciding to run some medical tests on the
EnsMickHawking: Should be no problem
EnsignUtah: I'm tagging along with you.
Cdr Sullivan: :::enters the TL and stands next
to him, clears her throat gently::: Lovely day
CSciAxelalexa: ::Follows TKirr::
LtAidenSanders: ::Taps console, again for
regulating power:: Good. ::looks at the
relay returns to 97% efficiency::
Lt TKirr: ::rides lift to bridge::
LtAidenSanders: +FJ+ You're good, FJ,
you can come back to Engineering.
EnsMickHawking: :: tap the coolant panel ::
EnsignUtah: ::follows Axelalexa's strange
insect like body::
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Smirks:: Well, you
came out, so there must be something
special to it.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns to the science
officers as they enter::
Jordan Toreek: ::enters the TL:: Sickbay
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Sanders+ Anything
that will pose major concerns?
Lt TKirr: ::watches at Utah gags some
more on brownie remnants::
Ensign FJ: +LT. Sanders+ thank you,
anything to get out of these little holes
LtAidenSanders: ::taps console and shouts
up to Hawkings:: Keep an eye on the
core temperature, Mick! You don't
want to overload the thing.
EnsMickHawking: Potter will you reinitilise
the system from over there?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<is Utah the only new
sci officer? forgive me for not being up to
date with the current roster>>
Doctor Caine: ::: looks around the bridge, and
discreetly points a med tricorder at the
LtAidenSanders: +Zuriyev+ Not at the
moment, Admiral. If anything pops up,
you'll be the first to know as usual.
Jordan Toreek: ::thinks that she should
probably catch up on reading some of the
newest reports that have come out in the
Lt TKirr: <<At the moment, there are
just us three in Science>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::her lips twitch in a small smile:::
And what is THAT supposed to mean?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Sanders+ Excellent.
EnsMickHawking: ::Potter walks over to the
Ensign FJ: ::crawls out of the jefferies tube,
standing up straight, back cracking several
times and walks back to turbolift:: Main
EnsMickHawking: Ok core temp fine
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::leans back in his
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::to the SCI officers:: Ah,
thank you for coming.
Lt TKirr: ::takes a deep breath as lift
opens the three to the bridge::
EnsignUtah: ::Wipes brownie crumbs off
uniform and tries to look like he is not
CSciAxelalexa: ::Wonders out of hand
whether there is any difference
between sweetened and unsweetened
chocolate as he reports to the bridge::
EnsMickHawking: :: Turns to potter:: Ok
potter reinitilise the system
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::turns to look at the
Lt TKirr: <<lol Axe>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: The Admiral has
requested that you "comb" the area, looking
for anything significant or that might be of
use to us.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::casually leans against
the wall:: It's not everyday you
come out of your office before
Jordan Toreek: ::exits the lift and heads to
EnsignUtah: Comb Ma'am?
EnsMickHawking: Potter > :: Taps panel::
Ensign FJ: ::walks into mainn engineering,
having the biggest craving for fried chicken::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Yes. Finetooth,
Doctor Caine: ::: decides the captain is going
to live :::
EnsignUtah: On the ship or from
EnsMickHawking: :: Shouts down to
Sanders :: Everythings A-Ok sir.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Go over the
Socrates's sensor logs. Compare
anything you can find in the area
with the genetic structure of that
virus. Scan the planets the Socrates
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::chuckles at the ensign's
bewilderment:: Forgive me.
LtAidenSanders: ::watches temperature
start to rise:: Hawkings, it's heating up.
Not in the red, you've got about five
Lt TKirr: ::acknowleges Dolan and Zuri,
then looks over the bridge, unfamiliar
Cdr Sullivan: :::quirks a brow::: Why, Mr
Zinthys... have you been keeping track of
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods at the Admiral's
more eloquent command::
LtAidenSanders: ::Watches as the
temperature goes down:: Good job,
Lt SG Zinthys: Well, your office is
right across from mine. ::Grins::
Jordan Toreek: ::enters sb and walks into her
office. She takes a few mins to bring up the
right program on her monitor, and then
imputs the data to run the test scenerio::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Use whatever resources
Lt TKirr: ::nods:: Understood.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Let me know if I can be
of any assistance.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Any questions?
EnsMickHawking: Potter did a good job as
well, well done.
EnsignUtah: ::Winks at T'Kirr and
mouths:: "A real job"
LtAidenSanders: Potter> ::blushes and
then runs away to continue her duties::
Ensign FJ: ::shouts to Lt. Sanders:: Good to
be back sir, what do you need done?
Lt TKirr: ::ignores Utah:: Are there any
specific areas of the planets we should
concentrate our searches?
Jordan Toreek: ::after getting the test running,
she stands up and has a look around
Cdr Sullivan: :::nods understandingly::: So.... it
was just out of convenience.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::chuckles:: Where you
CmdrBrookeDolan: Any potential landing
sites, of course.
EnsMickHawking: ::Looks at Potter as she
Jordan Toreek: ::noticing that a couple of the
nurses are busy chatting in the cornor, most
likely some new gossip they've heard::
Lt TKirr: ::crosses her hands:: Of course.
LtAidenSanders: ::shouts to FJ:: I could
use my shoes polished, my quarters
cleaned, someone to stand in for my
physical that I've been avoiding, my own
ship, a hot woman to be my girlfriend.
::Smiles:: Take your pick.
CmdrBrookeDolan: As well as any spots that
are resource-rich -- minerals, water,
etcetera. Anything that might have attracted
Cdr Sullivan: Where was this TL going?
Lt SG Zinthys: Deck 1.
Doctor Caine: ::: quietly leaves the bridge ::::
CmdrBrookeDolan: And, scan for anything
anomalous in the atmospheres, soil, water,
any indications that something is ... not quite
right. Or wasn't, at some point in the past.
CSciAxelalexa: Right. We will begin right
Lt SG Zinthys: ::TL resumes moving::
Lt TKirr: It will certainly take some time.
Ensign FJ: ::back to Lt Sanders:: I have a
Vulcan Step-sister, not much of a looker,
but she fits you
Jordan Toreek: ::looks around a little more
and sees that the Tech is busy with a PADD,
most likely playing some sort of game on it.
He is always doing that, even when He
should be doing work::
Lt SG Zinthys: <<LOL!!>>
Cdr Sullivan: Then I guess that is where I was
EnsignUtah: What about aking a shuttle to
some of the planets if our course will be
taking us near them?
CmdrBrookeDolan: I expect so. Do your
best. And keep an eye out for anything at all
that resembles the structure of that virus.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Narrows eyes:: Out for
a random stroll?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Leads his science team
back to the science labs to perpetrate
some hardcore research::
LtAidenSanders: ::laughs:: Vulcan, huh?
No, I'm not much into the
'emotionally-enlightened'. Plus, the
short hair is a major turn off.
Doctor Caine: ::: returns to Sickbay ::::
Lt TKirr: ::nods and moves a step toward
the lift, waiting for Utah::
CmdrBrookeDolan: That's a good
suggestion, Ensign, but it would be
time-consuming. We'll only do that if you
find anything that merits very close
Jordan Toreek: ::looks around and wonders
where Caine has gone off to::
Lt TKirr: <<Don't bite me Sanders
CmdrBrookeDolan: Thank you. Dismissed.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods satisfactorily::
Cdr Sullivan: :::chuckles::: You say that like it
was crime? Are you going to arrest me?
Lt TKirr: ::enters lift::
LtAidenSanders: <<::winks at T'Kirr::>>
EnsMickHawking: ::motions to sanders:: You
might have to fight for her as well!
Ensign FJ: Well then, I guess I'll run take that
Doctor Caine: ::: looks at the crew roster for
Lt SG Zinthys: Nah. You'd like it.
Cdr Sullivan: :::snorts::: You wish
Lt TKirr: ::mentally organizes the
assignment in her mind::
Jordan Toreek: ::sees Caine enter and walks
over to him, smiling::Hello Caine
EnsignUtah: ::Follows T'Kirr who has a
much better profile than Axelalexa::
Doctor Caine: Greetings. You are just in
EnsMickHawking: ::Whispers to Sanders::
Do you think that EnsignFJ is after a
EnsignUtah: Who or what replicated those
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Throws his head back
LtAidenSanders: ::smiles:: FJ, the
diagnostics are complete. If their
printout are on that PADD over there
::points:: I'd like an official review of
that stuff and in report form on my desk
in six hours, please.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::TL stops::
Ensign FJ: ::looks up:: good hearing ran in my
Jordan Toreek: <<woooahhh... someone's
coming to Sickbay, willingingly for a
Jordan Toreek: In time for what?
Ensign FJ: Six hours, no problem
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Gives an order to
helm to slow to warp one to
facilitate in more thorough
Doctor Caine: +Sanders+ Dr. Caine to Lt.
LtAidenSanders: ::whispers to Hawkings::
Or he's trying to pawn off his
step-sister, who, I'm sure, hasn't had
much luck with the male gender.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watches as helm
slows the ship::
LtAidenSanders: +Caine+ Go ahead.
Lt SG Zinthys: Hm. Deck 1. Home sweet
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, you're one step
ahead of me.
Ensign FJ: ::walks over and takes 'that padd
over there' and looks it over::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Considers how to divide
up the tasks::
EnsignUtah: Imagine if I had barfed on the
Commander on the Bridge. Do you think
that my career would be in bigger peril
than it is already?
Doctor Caine: +Sanders+ Please report to
Sickbay at your earliest convenience.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL -- good thing
we didn't find out!>>
LtAidenSanders: +Caine+ Understood, I'm
on my way now.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I am not presently
buried in paperwork.
EnsignUtah: <<I thought about it....>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::grimaces:: That's why
they pay me the big bucks ... oh ... wait ...
EnsignUtah: <<but spared you since you
received such stellar marks>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::quietly with a smile:::
Anywhere on the Atlantis is home to me.
LtAidenSanders: ::tosses a PADD to
Hawkings:: Mick, please run a
diagnostic on the dilithium matrix, I want
a report on it on my desk in six hours,
until I return you've got Engineering.
Keep her clean.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I order you not to
work late, Commander.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Smiles and walks out to
EnsMickHawking: Yes sir
Jordan Toreek: ::smiles:: physical time?
LtAidenSanders: ::Walks out of ME and
down the gray two-toned hallway::
Lt SG Zinthys: :
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<ha ha!!!! see? hard
work does pay off! :-) >>
CSciAxelalexa: Ok, TKirr, I want you and
Utah looking over the planetary
records. I'm going to scour the
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::turns to see Zinthys
and Sullivan enter::
EnsignUtah: <<What rank is our CSCI?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::rolls her eyes behind
the Admiral's back:: Aye, sir.
LtAidenSanders: ::approaches TL and
presses button, the after the door hisses
open he steps in:: Deck Fifteen,
Lt TKirr: ::nods:: Agreed.
LtAidenSanders: ::TL shudders and goes
up a whole one deck::
CSciAxelalexa: <<It's a mystery. That's
why I've got the CSci>>
LtAidenSanders: ::steps out into the
Ensign FJ: ::walks over to Ensign Hawking:: I
love these 6 hour deadlines
EnsMickHawking: :: Walks over to the Warp
Core :: How are you doing crystal babies?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<I have often
wondered that myself, and I'm supposed to
know such things!>>
LtAidenSanders: ::walks into Sickbay and
EnsignUtah: ::To T'Kirr:: I think we
should start at Astrometrics
EnsMickHawking: Ive just come to see how
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Smiles to himself
and turns back forward::
Lt SG Zinthys: <<I do believe Axelalexa
is a Lieutenant>>
Jordan Toreek: You know what happened
the last time i gave a --::looks over to the
door:: hello Lt Sanders
Doctor Caine: Lt. Sanders...welcome.
EnsignUtah: We can check the sensor logs
and see the navigational patterns at the
Jack Cahalan: ::goes around refreshing
Lt TKirr: We can briefly review the logs
and note the planets. You can check
landing sites. I will concentrate on
Cdr Sullivan: :::her normally stoic and cool
manner drops safely into place:::
EnsMickHawking: :: nods :: so do I!
LtAidenSanders: Greetings, something
faulty that needs to be fixed?
EnsignUtah: Great minds think alike
Lt TKirr: ::arches a brow::
Ensign FJ: ::taps on PADD while talking to
Lt SG Zinthys: ::The person at Tactical
moves away, seeing Allen enter and
fades into the background::
EnsignUtah: <<What does he believe?>>
LtAidenSanders: <<Ah, the red shirts...>>
EnsignUtah: ::Heads to the TL to
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Sits at the console and
brings himself up to speed::
Cdr Sullivan: :::slides into her place at the
spare console and begins studying some
information and comparing it to the PADD
that she carried with her:::
Doctor Caine: Yes, we will "fix" your lack of
a physical on record. ::: indicates a biobed :::
Please, lay down.
Lt TKirr: <<We're in the TL aren't
EnsignUtah: <<I guess so>>
LtAidenSanders: ::puts head down:: The
Jordan Toreek: ::tries to stiffle a laugh::
LtAidenSanders: ::walks over and throws
himself on the biobed::
Lt TKirr: ::shakes as TL skids to a stop at
CSciAxelalexa: ::Exits the TL when it
reaches Main Science:: Alright, TKirr,
I'll leave you to it.
Doctor Caine: Is there a problem, Lieutenant?
LtAidenSanders: ::smiles that fake smile::
No, Doctor, of course not.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<according to my
paperwork, Axe is in fact a Lt.>>
EnsMickHawking: :: Turns to FJ :: Right help
me with this Dilithium Matrix diagnostic, and
we can get to our reports!
Lt TKirr: <<::pretends time sequences
Lt SG Zinthys: <<:-D>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<Curse you and your
paperwork! Curse YOU!>>
Jordan Toreek: ::Looks over and sees the
two nurses giggling to themselves::
EnsignUtah: <<Thanks. Rank means
nothing to a megalomaniac...;-)::
Doctor Caine: ::: watches as the biobed
readings come on line ::: I was concerned.
You act as if this will hurt, or something.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Did I say Lt.? Sorry.
I meant LTE -- 'Less Than Ensign'>>
EnsMickHawking: What does the intermix
ratio read for you?
Lt TKirr: ::approaches the main
Astrometrics panel and taps it to life::
LtAidenSanders: Nope, just don't care
much for medical examinations.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<wow that was clever.
LT ... LTE ... ::pats herself on back::>>
Doctor Caine: ::: compares the readings with
"baselines" on record for Sanders ::::
CSciAxelalexa: <<::Makes a note to
release the spider monkeys into the
Commander's room again 'by
Doctor Caine: ::: runs a Feinberger over
Sander's body ::::
Lt SG Zinthys: So where was the sign
that says "welcome to the Beta
Ensign FJ: just a second, ::pulls out tricorder
and scans the console::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::thinks she is
extremely clever, as is evidenced by her
stellar GPA, which she will not say out loud
because she will look egotistical, but suffice
it to say, it's phenomenal>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I am rather glad
there was not one. We may not have
Doctor Caine: ::: nods, satisfied with the
results::: You may sit up now, Lieutenant.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <</end boast>>
Cdr Sullivan: ::dryly::: It was on the third
moon to the left.
Lt TKirr: ::finds what she is searching the
computer for:: Mr. Utah, input these
planets into a flight path. ::motions to
a nearby console::
Jordan Toreek: ::stays out of the way, then
hears beeping coming from her office::
LtAidenSanders: ::sits up:: I do have a
question. My shoulder has been sore on
occasion, nothing excrutiating, but
enough for me to notice. I fell off a cliff
face the other day, I wasn't that high,
and landed on my shoulder.
EnsignUtah: ::Stands near T'Kirr and is
intoxicated by her:: I'll......here, I'll scan
the navigational pattern of the Socrates
and see if there is a commonality.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks out the
viewscreen:: Well, the Beta Quadrant
doesn't look too bad so far.
Lt SG Zinthys: Humph. Due to the
revolution of the moon, it's only in
the Beta Quadrant 3/4 of its cycle.
That couldn't have been it.
Lt TKirr: ::watches Utah::
Doctor Caine: :::: blinks ::: You fell off a cliff...
LtAidenSanders: ::laughs:: More or less.
Lt TKirr: <<Would be just like Sanders
to be walking around with a
EnsignUtah: ::Starts work on the nearby
Jordan Toreek: ::heads into her office to find
out what the beeping was... sees that her test
results are back::
Cdr Sullivan: :::sniffs quietly::: Perhaps it is a
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<macho macho man>>
CSciAxelalexa: ::Sends TKirr a makeup
of the virus::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wonders if Zinthys
understands the concept of wry humor::
Jack Cahalan: ::Stocks a few new type of
liquors that he acquired::
Jordan Toreek: ::records the results and runs
a second series of tests to parellel the first::
Doctor Caine: :::scans his shoulder::::
Hmm...mild injury to the rotator cuff...
LtAidenSanders: I was about twenty feet
up, I'd say. Foot gave out and down I
went. Freeform climbing isn't the
easiest of things to do.
Lt TKirr: ::taps a incoming file beep and
receives the virus info:: Here is the
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wonders what Jack is
doing right now, hasn't seen him in a while,
feels like months::
Jordan Toreek: <<ooo....what new types of
EnsignUtah: I'm going to bring it up on the
main viewer ::taps console and star
charts appear on screen::
Jack Cahalan: <<Heh heh.>>
Lt SG Zinthys: Perhaps it even has neon
Ensign FJ: ::looks over at Ensign Hawking::
sorry, a few malfunctions in the console, the
intermix is reading at .0394 % above
normal, about 3.32. looking fine.
Cdr Sullivan: Ah... so you did see it.
EnsMickHawking: :: Impressed :: Ooh I just
wanna get on subspace, I think we have a
EnsMickHawking: Right back to the
Lt SG Zinthys: No. It's just that all
signs worth their salt are neon. So
says Las Vegas.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::wonders if Zinthys has
a sense of humor at all::
EnsignUtah: ::Runs analysis of virus
LtAidenSanders: Easily fixable, right
Doctor Caine: All right... :::: puts a retaining
field in place, and uses a directed
protoplaser to repair the injury::: You should
feel some warmth while I do this.
EnsMickHawking: :: Taps console ::
Checking field strength
EnsMickHawking: FJ What do you read?
Jack Cahalan: ::his mind wanders to Brooke::
LtAidenSanders: ::feels warmth on his
shoulder:: As long as it doesn't sear the
flesh, boil my blood, or light me on fire,
Lt SG Zinthys: <<oo! Light him on fire!
Lt TKirr: ::begins cross reference with
virus and material makeups of one
planet at a time::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<yeah, it'd look pretty
cool, for a second>>
Ensign FJ: Field strength within normal
Jordan Toreek: ::steps back and over to
Lt SG Zinthys: <<If only Axe did crew
Doctor Caine: Yes, it is, as you say, easily
fixable...but no climbing for 7 days...and I
will give you a PADD with some specific
therapuetic exercises I wish you to perform
for that time period.
Cdr Sullivan: Been to Vegas often? I hear it
is the place to get.... :::purses her lips into a
severe straight line and frowns severely as
she cuts herself off:::
LtAidenSanders: <<::stares at Brooke and
Allen:: Oh, not funny. Lighting me on
fire would be 'so' not funny.>>
Lt SG Zinthys: ...anything?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::raises an eyebrow at
Suli:: I think the word you're looking for is
LtAidenSanders: << ;-) >>
Jordan Toreek: <<LOL>>
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Eyes widen at Dolan::
Jordan Toreek: <<the fire idea doesn't sound
EnsMickHawking: :: checks the console ::
Nice the dilithium crytal alignment is normal.
Diagnostic complete, right to our reports
LtAidenSanders: ::stares at the doctor::
No climbing for a week, you've got to be
CmdrBrookeDolan: Relax, Zinthys. It means
married. What, are you afraid of
commitment or something?
Lt SG Zinthys: <<heh heh. Fire fire fire
Lt TKirr: ::announcing aloud to Utah::
I'm following the flight path's
Lt SG Zinthys: I am well aware of what
"hitched" means, Commander.
Ensign FJ: ::grabs PADD and begins working
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks up::: No... I believe the
word I was looking for is... broke.
Lt TKirr: ::watches as computer
LtAidenSanders: <<::dumps water on
Zinthys:: Cool down there, turbo.>>
EnsignUtah: ::Peers at console:: I'm
finding traces of the microbes on a
EnsMickHawking: :: walks over to the
replicator :: Coffee meduim temperature, one
CmdrBrookeDolan: Ah. That was my second
choice. Although in many traditions, they are
really one and the same.
Doctor Caine: Give nature a chance to
improve upon what we do here, Lieutenant.
The exercises will help support the rotator
cuff in the future.
Jordan Toreek: <<fire fire everywhere, and
all engineers did burned... >>
Lt TKirr: ::looks up:: Which one?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::chuckles slightly;;
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::but only slightly::
Cdr Sullivan: In matters of the heart, I would
say it is synonymous.
LtAidenSanders: ::sighs:: Whatever you
Doctor Caine: All right, Lt., make it five days.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods:: Very sage,
LtAidenSanders: ::nods and smiles:: Now
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Clears throat and
focuses very intently on his console::
EnsMickHawking: :: Picks up the PADD ::
Right, coolant temperatures normal :: adds to
Cdr Sullivan: :::chuckles::: Some would say
EnsMickHawking: :: sips coffee ::
CmdrBrookeDolan: But then, there are
always a few high-rollers who get ... lucky.
Doctor Caine: You're cleared for duty...and
please, come see us if you have any
Jordan Toreek: ::chuckles and shakes her
EnsignUtah: I'm triangulating it. It's a
class 'M' planet in this system here -
points to stellar map. It's too difficult to
tell if the sensor data is accurate but
worth reporting isn't it Lieutenant?
Ensign FJ: ::looks up from PADD, then back
down, noting the fused relay::
LtAidenSanders: ::nods:: Thanks, Doctor.
::takes PADD and walks out of sickbay,
into the TL, and back to Engineering::
Cdr Sullivan: :::sees Zinthys studying his
console and smiles at her PADD as she
double checks her information:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: You know ... playing the
Lt TKirr: ::approaches Utah from behind,
Jordan Toreek: should have kept it at 7 days
Caine... then maybe he would have stayed
off it for 5
LtAidenSanders: ::walks into Engineering,
tosses PADD on replicator:: Computer,
recycle. ::watches as the PADD is
EnsignUtah: ::Pulse quickens::
Lt TKirr: Agreed. Bring it up on the
EnsMickHawking: :: taps pad :: matrix
aligned, field strengh normal :: adds to
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Looks up at Dolan and
chuckles:: Yeah. Good thing we got
away from currency. ::Shakes head::
Not a problem anymore...
Cdr Sullivan: :::quirks a brow::: Do you play,
Cdr Sullivan: ?
Jordan Toreek: ::smiles:: so any other
Lt TKirr: ::looks up at the screen as it
blinks to the planet and walks over to
CmdrBrookeDolan: No, not that particular
EnsignUtah: ::Taps console and planetary
LtAidenSanders: ::plays a joke on Mick
and FJ by pressing button:: Try this
out. ::simulates fake warp core
Doctor Caine: :::sighs:::: You'd think this was
the Spanish Inquisition...
EnsignUtah: Shall I notify the
Cdr Sullivan: I prefer.... poker myself.
Jordan Toreek: ::laughs:: naw, people just
hate coming down here...
Lt TKirr: See if you can confirm first. I
will continue searching the other
CmdrBrookeDolan: Now I just gamble with
other people's lives.
Ensign FJ: ::looks over at Ensign hawking::
whats going on?
Lt TKirr: ::taps away::
LtAidenSanders: ::laughs at the fact that
it's the only console that'
LtAidenSanders: s showing an overload.::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Poker can teach
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smirks at Suli:: Slots ...
poker ... craps ... gambling certainly left an
interesting legacy of names.
Jordan Toreek: You know i wonder if i ever
had a physical...
EnsMickHawking: :: creates detailed report
:::: Hits the same button ::, take it your
physical went ok sir? :: Hands Sanders a
EnsignUtah: We'd need an away team to
determine if the microbe is indeed 'our
Doctor Caine: :::whirls::: Why? Why do they
so hate coming here. It's not like it's the
LtAidenSanders: ::Takes report:: It was
Cdr Sullivan: Makes you wonder if they were
gambling or visiting the local house of ill
LtAidenSanders: ::cancels the fake
overload, they don't fall for it::
Cdr Sullivan: <<Deoderant check for
Lt TKirr: ::accesses Utah's findings on
her panel, pauses, and nods:: Agreed.
EnsMickHawking: Did the doc have you
running on that treadmill?
Jordan Toreek: becuase of what might
happen... you might find something that
would make it so they couldn't do things that
they want to do...
Lt TKirr: +Dolan+ T'Kirr to Commander
CmdrBrookeDolan: +T'Kirr+ Dolan here.
Do you have anything to report?
Ensign FJ: ::looks over at Lt. Sanders:: seems
things went well, hope they didnt probe you
to far up... my report is complete:: hands
PADD to Lt. Sanders::
LtAidenSanders: ::takes the report:: Good
Doctor Caine: ::: implements a program that
will check to see when the patient has
actually accesses the instructions on the
Lt TKirr: +Dolan+ Mr. Utah has found a
possible match on a nearby planet
within our current system. He will
send the coordinates to the bridge.
EnsignUtah: ::Prepares findings to
transmit to Bridge::
Jordan Toreek: They should be thankful that
we don't make them pee in a cup while we
watched... but do they only think of what
Acknowledged. Thank you. Good work.
Lt TKirr: +Dolan+ We are unsure,
however, and will need to look closer
Lt TKirr: +Dolan+ Possibly an Away
LtAidenSanders: No, Hawkings, medicine
has come a long way from injections,
shirts off while running, wires, and
touching you know what...
CmdrBrookeDolan: +T'Kirr+ I was just
going to ask that.
Lt TKirr: ::glances at Utah::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +T'Kirr+ Let me run it
by the Admiral. Stand by.
EnsignUtah: +Bridge" Utah here,
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::perks with
Lt TKirr: <<Lol let Dolan inform him
CmdrBrookeDolan: How does an away
mission sound, Admiral?
EnsignUtah: ::Looks at T'Kirr:: I hope we
VAdm AC Zuriyev: The excitement
EnsignUtah: I want to be on the Away
VAdm AC Zuriyev: That sounds fine, as
long as bio-suits are worn.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Helm, change course.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SMI
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: ::lets the computer crunch
more subroutines:: Excellent work, Mr.
CmdrBrookeDolan: +T'Kirr+ Permission
granted, take all necessary
Jordan Toreek: ::paused::
Ensign FJ: ::paused::
Cdr Sullivan: :::paused:::
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
Ensign FJ: ::AA::
Jordan Toreek: ::@@::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
EnsignUtah: ::Paws Ed::
Jack Cahalan: ::AA::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Great sim, guys. The
excitement starts in earnest next
CmdrBrookeDolan: Terrific work! Nice
teamwork, especially. It's great to be back,
and to get the chance to meet all of our new
LtAidenSanders: <<What, Hawkings,
running diagnostics and writing reports
not exciting enough for you?!>>
EnsMickHawking: << For now! >>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Good attendance this
week, too. Let's keep that up.
CmdrBrookeDolan: yeah! 14! wow!
CmdrBrookeDolan: Thank you, everyone!
Lt SG Zinthys: Even if one of them is
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, may I?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, please.
CmdrBrookeDolan: hey, he always counts in
my book. :-)
CmdrBrookeDolan: DIS- MISSED!!!!!!!!!
Lt TKirr: ::bubbles::
EnsignUtah: Is that Swiss for a 'woos'?
Lt TKirr: See? I didn't boggle
Lt SG Zinthys: Since you keep the book,
I suppose that's what matters.
Jordan Toreek: lol
EnsMickHawking: Boggle? Do you Boggle?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::scratches off a point for
Zinthys, gives it to Manny::
EnsignUtah: It boggles the mind.
Lt SG Zinthys: No, she Bubbles,
EnsMickHawking: Reminds me of
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Good night,
LtAidenSanders: Night Admiral.
Ensign FJ: goodnight
Ensign FJ has left the room.
VAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Night, everyone!!!