You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Hi!!!
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
Lt SG Zinthys has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
Lutaan has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: ::shuffles in fashionably late::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Wow. Brooke and Tempest don't seem to both be able to simultaneously attend Atlantis.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ha ha ha!!!
Lutaan: hey all
Lt SG Zinthys: Heya, Lutaan
Lt TKirr: Hi, Lutaan
: Hi there.
Jack Cahalan has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Hi Jack!!!
Jack Cahalan: Evening, Brooke. ::smiles:;:
Lt TKirr: Somewhat quiet tonight.
: end of summer.
CmdrBrookeDolan: lots of transitioning, people all over the place.
CmdrBrookeDolan: such as Tempest.
Lt TKirr: Yeah
: well, I'm all moved into my apartment. it was rough.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: What does everyone think of a character development sim? Since we're rather light on the attendance tonight.
CmdrBrookeDolan: whatever you want, Admiral.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Knew he shouldn't've come::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::zaps Zinthys::
Cdr Sullivan: ::pouts at Allen:::
Lutaan: yeah, anything is fine with me
Lt TKirr: How does that differ from norm?
Cdr Sullivan
: Party in the lounge!
Cdr Sullivan: All drinks on Jack!
Lt TKirr: Hehe, just what T'Kirr loves.... ::coughs::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: The plot doesn't advance. Say, we're travelling to the next place on the Socrates's trail.
Jack Cahalan: Hrm?
Lt SG Zinthys: T'Kirr loves Jack?
Lt TKirr: Sounds good to me
: hey! hands off!!!
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Steps back::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: OK, let's begin. Informal tonight, so just start relaxing. That's an order.
CmdrBrookeDolan: EXCELLENT.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::breaks the whistle in half::
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Watches as the magic in the whistle explodes::
Jack Cahalan: ::in his quarters, relaxing - if he were in 10F, he'd be AT WORK::
Cdr Sullivan: .:::can't relax when ordered to relax because she doesn't know if she is relaxing to a degree held acceptable to StarFleet standards:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::in Ten-Forward, relaxing, happy to be away from paperwork::
Lutaan: ::Drinking a sinthail at 10F::
Ensign FJ: ::props feet up on table in quarters and begins reading a engineering report::
Cdr Sullivan: ::in 10 forward, bent low over a pool stick, eyeing up a shot:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::relaxing with a nice stack of paperwork in his RR::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::hears the crack of the cue ball and looks over in SUli's direction::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks at the time and decides to wander down to 10F::
Cdr Sullivan: :::straightens and rolls her shoulders as she grabs the block of blue chalk and applies it to the end of her stick:::
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Sitting near Suli, resting against the back of the chair, eyeing her up::
Lt TKirr: ::meditates in her quarters:: <<only way she knows how to relax =P>>
Ensign FJ
: ::looks around and finds a cup filled with a clear substance, and takes a sip::
Jack Cahalan: ::decides to head into 10F for a drink, even though he works there::
Lutaan: ::decides to go escape to the holodeck:: <<I really gtg anyway>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs, relaxed, SOOOOO pleased the Admiral is doing paperwork instead of her today::
Lt SG Zinthys: <<Bye, Lutaan>>
Lutaan: <<nvm what I just said>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::enters 10F, walks behind the bar, and pours himself a vodka and tonic::
Lutaan: ::enters the holodeck, programmed to resemble southern Canada::
Cdr Sullivan: :::points to the 12 ball and indicates the far right corner pocket and then smiles teasingly at Zinthys before sliding the cue stick behind her back, arching it slightly to accomodate:::
Lt TKirr: ::gets in touch with her Vulcanness while her Shurata bounces around his terrarium several decimeters away::
Ensign FJ
: ::desides to go to 10F and get a fresh drink::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::perks up a bit as she sees Jack out of the corner of her eye::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::walks up to the bar, smiles at Jack:: Aren't you off-duty?
Cdr Sullivan: :::tips her head back to eye up the shot and adjusts her left hand accordingly:::
Lutaan: :: sits on a bench on the coast and relaxes with the cool winds hitting his face::
Jack Cahalan: ::turns away from the bar:: Habit. ::smiles at her::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::::Takes his V&T over to a table and sits::
Ensign FJ: ::enters 10F and looks around::
Lt TKirr: <<V&T?>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: <<Vodka and Tonic>>
Lt TKirr: <<Gotcha>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::watches the pool game with interest::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, I wouldn't want to ask you to work while you're off, so I'll just fix myself a drink.
Lt SG Zinthys: ::Watches Suli with interest::
Jack Cahalan: Oh, it's not work for you, darlin'.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::suddenly sees Zuriyev:: Admiral, didn't you say you'd finish up my paperwork for me today?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::raises an eyebrow ... "darlin'?"::
Jack Cahalan: The usual?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Um, yes please.
Jack Cahalan: ::said that playfully::
Jack Cahalan: ::mixes her a vodka cranberry sans vodka::
Lutaan: ::decides to save program and check out what's going on in 10F::
Ensign FJ: ::walks over to the bar and takes a small glass of water, then walks over and has a seat::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::thinks "corrrrrrrny"::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods to Brooke:: Da, I am taking a break. You should try that sometime when you are doing the work.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Yes, well, if I did that, the work would never get done. ::winks at Zuri::
Jack Cahalan: :::nods to the Admiral:: Yes, I hear Ten-Forward is a good place to do just that.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Can I buy you a drink, Admiral?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Are you implying that I will not finish?
Cdr Sullivan: :::the stick taps the cue ball with a sharp rap, propelling it into the fray of balls. It make contact with the 12 ball, causing it to ricochete across the smooth, green surface where it banks off far side of the table to the left
CmdrBrookeDolan: No, no, no, not at all. ::smirks::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: No, Commander, but thank you.
Lutaan: ::enters 10F:: Hello Cmdr, enjoying your game of pool?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::feels that twinge of familiarity from looking at her again::
Lt SG Zinthys has left the room.
Cdr Sullivan: before bouncing off the 6 ball and rolls towards the indicated pocket:::
Ensign FJ: ::glances over at The Admiral and Commander talking, then toward the game of pool::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::takes the drink Jack has so courteously fixed for her and siups::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<sips>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::her eyes never leave the rolling ball as it slows its rate of speed and finally tips into the pocket:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::dismisses it as he drinks his V&T::
Cdr Sullivan: :::turns to Lutaan::: A good game of pool is very..... soothing,
Cdr Sullivan: Enjoying your evening?
Lutaan: ::walks towards pool table:: I think I'll just observe for now
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sniffs delicately:: Won't that drink impair your ability to finish the paperwork? I wouldn't want you making any mistakes on my reports.
Ensign FJ: ::pulls out tricorder and glances at it, and places it back in its holder::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: This drink will not even phase me, Commander.
Cdr Sullivan: :::smiles::: You're not one of those ringers are you?
Lutaan: well Cmdr Sullivan, I'm just not accustomed to this free time. But I'll find something to do
Jack Cahalan: ::takes the time to actually make himself a drink instead of one for someone else:;
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::raises her eyebrows and suppresses a grin:: Of course, Admiral. Sometimes I forget you're Russian.
Cdr Sullivan: You're welcome to join if you like.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I am surprised that you could forget such a thing.
Cdr Sullivan: I can always rerack them and start over.
Lt TKirr: Shurata> ::shuffles::
Jack Cahalan
: ::mixes up a purple people eater::
CmdrBrookeDolan: It must be your charm, sir.
Lutaan: maybe after a drink sir
Cdr Sullivan: :::nods::: As you wish.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::almost snorts and turns quickly away, winking at Jack::
Ensign FJ: ::sits alone quietly listening in on a few conversations::
Lt TKirr: ::opens her eyes at her pet's movement, then takes a final deep breath before standing and stretching::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::laughs heartily::
Cdr Sullivan: How long have you been on the ship now?
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
Jack Cahalan: ::smiles at Brooke and indicates the purple people eater:: Remember these/
Jack Cahalan: ?
Lutaan: ::walks towards the bar, orders a scotch on the rocks, then walks towards the pool table again::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Stupid AIM... stupid computer>>
Lt TKirr: ::exits her quarters, refreshed::
: ::shudders:: How could I forget?
Lutaan: about two weeks sir
Lt TKirr: ::enters lift, thinking for a moment, then reluctantly but resolvingly states:: Ten Forward.
Jack Cahalan
: Oh, come on. We had fun.
Cdr Sullivan: :::returns to a more conventional shot, somewhat aware that it gives a certain Lieutenant an open shot of her derriere....::: And I'm sorry... things have been hectic lately.... what department are you in?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Blinks, suddenly realizing he had zoned out::
Lt TKirr: ::rides the lift, feeling her usual calm and alertness after having meditated::
Cdr Sullivan
: <<And welcome back, Z.>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<thanks>>
Lutaan: I'm the assistant doctor sir
Ensign FJ: ::looks around 10F, taking a sip of a drink::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::sits back and sips at his drink::
CmdrBrookeDolan: You know ... the memory escapes me.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watching the pool game again::
Jack Cahalan: ::laughs:: Have a sip. You'll remember.
Cdr Sullivan: :::eyes narrow as she shoots and a frown tugs at the corners of her mouth as the shot stalls and the ball fails to fall into the pocket:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sips:: Hmm ...
Lt Allen Zinthys: You'd better be careful, what with all these people watching. ::Stands and takes his cue::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Wouldn't want to lose with an audience.
Lutaan: well sir, good luck with your game. I think I'm going to turn in early; I have an early shift tommorow
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at Lutaan::: Don't feel you have to go....
Lutaan: I think it would be best sir
Cdr Sullivan: :::frowns::: And you're off duty... you can stop calling me *sir*.
Cdr Sullivan: :::gives the doctor one of her rare smiles:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Ahh ... it's all coming back to me ...
Lt TKirr: ::enters Ten-Forward, surprised by the number of people, immediately putting her 'calmness' to the test::
: yes sir. I mean , sorry sir, mam, shoot! ::shrugs::
Ensign FJ: ::stands up and walks over to the bar and takes a second drink and sits back down::
Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at Zinthys::: As for you.... bring it on... if you've got it.
Lutaan: ::leaves 10F and returns to his quarters::
Jack Cahalan: I thought it might. Want one?
Lutaan has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Isn't this one for me? ::smiles::
Lt TKirr: ::immediately looks for something to occupy herself, but finds nothing, as she hadn't brought her trusty PADD::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Oh, you know I've got it. ::walks up to the table, and leans over haphazardly::
Jack Cahalan: Sure. ::makes another::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::grins behind the glass::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <m> What "it" is, I don't know...
Cdr Sullivan: :::leans close to him::: Careful... the Admiral is watching, you know.
Ensign FJ: ::looks up at Tkirr:: and nodds
Cdr Sullivan: :::smiles and goes back to the small table where Zinthys had been sitting and picks up an open bottle of Yuengling beer:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Takes an easy shot that seemed set up for him and drains the 9-ball::
Lt TKirr: ::glances back at FJ, not returning the nod, but giving him a look with the same meaning::
: ::glances over to the pool table, wonders who's winning::
Ensign FJ: ::kicks a chair out with foot under the table, then looks up at TKirr and motions toward the chair::
Lt TKirr: ::glances over her fellow officers about the room, seeing all occupied but FJ, and starts to move toward him::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Clears throat:: Yes, thank you miss Sullivan, I was aware of that.
Cdr Sullivan: :::puts one booted foot on the chair he had been sitting on and watches him, an easy air about her.... the usual terseness seems absent from her body language:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::chuckles softly to herself::
Lt TKirr: ::takes the offered seat next to FJ, without word, glancing once again about the room::
Cdr Sullivan
: Miss Sullivan, am I, Mr Zinthys? :::chuckles::: I did not realize that we had become so... formal.
Ensign FJ: lovely evening aboard heh?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::politely hides a yawn behind her hand:: Whew. I'm afraid I'm all in for the evening. I think I'll head back to my quarters.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods to the Admiral:: Good night.
Lt TKirr: ::looks at FJ:: It is favorably quiet.
: ::smiles at Jack:: Jack.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Well, being in the Admirals presence... ::Lines up another shot, accidentally bumping in the 12 along the way to his 5, which manages to go in::
Ensign FJ: ::laughs quietly:: I've really missed being around vulcans
Lt TKirr: ::eyes FJ curiously::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::sets down the bottle and picks up a handful of pretzels, nibbling on one as she watches Allen play, plotting her next shots as the balls move around the table:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Notices her stratigizing and decides to distract her::
Lt TKirr: ::watches Brooke leave::
Ensign FJ
: Sorry, nothing personal, I've spent a lot of time around Vulcans, and its been so long I almost forgot what it was like
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Takes up almost the identical spot she was in, carefully leaning over the table to get at the cue ball for a shot he should be on the other side for::
Jack Cahalan: ::watches Brooke leave and sips at the drink::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::heads out of 10-F::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Wiggles a little, just to be sure he's got her attention::
Cdr Sullivan: :::glances at the Admiral and without realizing it, her stance changes.... both feet are once again on the floor, shoulder width apart and her back straightens:::
Cdr Sullivan: :::her eyes slide from the Admiral and slide their way up Allen's legs to the well presented view of his back end:::
Ensign FJ: So has your Day been profitable thus far Lt.?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sends the cue into the cue ball, which smacks into the bumper on the other side, it comes back around, squarely missing its intended target, smacks into the blackness of the 8-ball and sends it home::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::enters her quarters::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Stands, stunned::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::flops down on her bed, yawning::
Cdr Sullivan: :::sees the muffed shot and her head tilts back as a full throated laugh bubbles from her throat:::
Cdr Sullivan: :::steps behind him and stands on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear::: I believe the game is mine, Mr Zinthys.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Turns, leans back on his elbows and glares at her::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Grins:: Yeah, I guess so....
Lt TKirr: I found the extended relaxation time to be of benefit, although I haven't done much in the lab, and will be ready to return.
Cdr Sullivan
: :::a look of doubt crosses her features::: Unless of course... you intended on that to happen....
Ensign FJ: yes, I have even found ways to work off work.... ::Pulls out tricorder:: I have it set to gvie me systematic read outs of everyting happening in Engineering.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Frowns:: In all the time you've known me, have you ever known me to intentionally lose?
Lt TKirr: ::raises a brow:: Efficient.
: ::rolls over, too tired to remove her clothes, and takes a little nap::
Cdr Sullivan: :::mimics his frown::: I don't know.... I've never seen you lose before.
Lt Allen Zinthys: And, as you can see, I'm the only one who can beat me.
Lt TKirr: <<lol>>
Cdr Sullivan
: :::grins:::: Good try, Lieutenant.... I would have cleaned your clock and you know it.
Ensign FJ: ::Replaces tricorder:: yes, it is
Cdr Sullivan: :::puts out her hand as if to shake his::: But good game none the less.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Laughs heartily:: Perhaps. Now we won't know, will we?
Cdr Sullivan: There are other days... other games....
Lt TKirr: ::stands:: I'm going to the replicator. Do you want anything?
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Takes her head and brushes her fingertips with his lips:: I look forward to playing these... other games with you.
Ensign FJ: Yes... but i can get it myself.. ::stands up::
Lt TKirr: <<I hope you mean 'hand', Zinthys =P>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<Ahem... yeah... that.
Lt Allen Zinthys: >>
Lt TKirr: As you wish.
Cdr Sullivan
: :::feels a flush creep over her cheeks as her heart skips a beat::: I.... we.... :::clears her throat and gathers her wits about her... or attempts to::: I look forward to the... challenge.
Cdr Sullivan: Do you play... baseball.... Allen?
Ensign FJ: ::walks to the replicator and asked for a cold glass of water. slight lime flavor::
Cdr Sullivan: :::her eyes twinkle in good humor:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Eyes narrow as he tries to figure out what she's up to:: I know how, if that is what you're asking.
Lt TKirr: ::stands behind FJ, waiting her turn::
Ensign FJ
: ::steps out of the way:: shes all yours
Cdr Sullivan: Then you know that idea is to move around the bases.... the invigorating sprint to first base... the uncertain trip to second... the exhilleration of making it to third... and finally... sliding... home?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Home. That is someplace I long to go....
Cdr Sullivan: I believe that there was a musician who wrote an intriguing song which referenced that game.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<"Take Me Out to the Ballgame"?>>
Lt TKirr: ::nods once, moving in front of the replicator:: Irias herbal tea.
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Indeed?
Cdr Sullivan: :::feigns puzzlement::: But why it was called Paradise by the Dashboard Light... I do not comprehend.
Ensign FJ: ::stares at drink:: your going to drink that?
Lt TKirr: Replicator> ::hums a cup of tea to existence::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::chuckles:: My dear Sullivan, do you know what a "dashboard" is?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SMI
Lt TKirr: ::looks back at him:: I am.
VAdm AC Zuriyev
Ensign FJ: I think thats what we use to clean out energy conduits in engineering
Cdr Sullivan: ::takes the cue stick from his hand and turns to place it on the rack with her own:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: <<lol FJ!>>
Cdr Sullivan
: :::pauses laughing:::
Cdr Sullivan: Awww... Admiral!
CmdrBrookeDolan: LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lt TKirr: <<You mean we're stopping 'on time'?! =P>>