You have just entered room "celestial prime."
DrJToreek: hey TKirr
Lt TKirr: Like the name change
DrJToreek: had to
Doctor Caine has entered the room.
DrJToreek: AOL is being a PITA and don't need it to connect to internet
EnsignUtah has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: Pita? Lol
Doctor Caine: Not familiar with that expression...
DrJToreek: Pain in the ass
Doctor Caine: Ah...the subtlty escaped me.
Lt TKirr: I like that lol
Doctor Caine: and so did my spelling ability
DrJToreek: a friend of mine used it on me, and actually made me think
Doctor Caine: subtlty
Lt TKirr: I just thought it sounded funny heh
CmdrBrookeDolan: subtlety :-)
Doctor Caine: Well, good...I did enough thinking today.
CmdrBrookeDolan: So how is everyone?
DrJToreek: ::chuckles::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::chuckles::
DrJToreek: doing ok Commander and yourself?
Doctor Caine: Score one for Brooke...one of the few times you'll catch me! ; )
CmdrBrookeDolan: Fin,e thanks.
CmdrBrookeDolan: oops.
Lt TKirr: I am doing quite well
Lt TKirr: Now that I'm working and all
Doctor Caine: Work is good...too bad CEO's don't get that...
CmdrBrookeDolan: Good to hear, T'Kirr.
DrJToreek: only problem with this new nick is now i have to rebuild my BL
Lt TKirr: No you don't
DrJToreek: uh huh
CmdrBrookeDolan: You can import it.
Lt TKirr: Save your BL under your other name and open it from this one
DrJToreek: hehehe
DrJToreek: can't do that at the moment
Lt TKirr: Why not?
DrJToreek: well 1) first name is AOL and second is AIM... 2) AOL is being a PITA... won't let me do anything on it
CmdrBrookeDolan: Ah.
Doctor Caine: Yes, I'd like a gyro...hold the PITA bread...
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, I'm not sure where the Admiral is. He was actually supposed to meet me a little early tonight. Hope everything's alright. He may just be wiped out from jet lag, though.
DrJToreek: LOL
DrJToreek: I know that feeling... being wiped out
Lt TKirr: I do hope he's all right
Lt Allen Zinthys: But that doesn't explain everyone else...
Doctor Caine: Yeah, and I don't even need a plane for it
Doctor Caine: I took accounting, and I can't even account for myself! ; )
CmdrBrookeDolan: Ditto, Caine!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ah-ha!
VAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral!
Doctor Caine: Sullivan is in transit between Penn. and Ohio
CmdrBrookeDolan: Right.
Doctor Caine: Admiral on the Bridge!
Lt Allen Zinthys: figured that one...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Evening, all. Sorry I'm later, was stuck in traffic.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Did you catch up on sleep?
EnsignUtah has left the room.
Doctor Caine: Traffic...sure...
LtAidenSanders has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: Greetings, Admiral
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Not yet. :-)
DrJToreek: greetings Admiral
LtAidenSanders: Sorry I'm late.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Hello.
LtAidenSanders: We haven't started, have we? :-\
Lt Allen Zinthys: no
Lt TKirr: We haven't, no
Doctor Caine: we were just trading banter and witty repartee...(well, I was watching)
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, let's get started. Commander?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ATTENTION!!!!!!!!
LtAidenSanders: ::@A::
Ensign FJ: ::AA::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Doctor Caine: ::: goes aa, wondering why...never mind:::
DrJToreek: @@
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, we have moved on from the planet that we found decimated by disease to travel deeper into the beta quadrant, following the trail of the Socrates from 30 years ago.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: It has been two weeks since the encounter with the planet, and things have been uneventful. Questions?
Jack Cahalan has entered the room.
LtAidenSanders: ::shakes head:: No, sir.
Doctor Caine: Did Plato teach Socrates, or was it the other way around?
Doctor Caine: Or was that Aristotle...
DrJToreek: Plato taut aristotle
DrJToreek: Socrates taught plato
LtAidenSanders: Socrates taught Plato.
DrJToreek: errrr... taut=taught
LtAidenSanders: Yeah, what she said. :-)
Doctor Caine: Thank you.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Any relevant questions? :-)
Lt TKirr: Lol
LtAidenSanders: ::raises hand::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Sanders?
LtAidenSanders: The planet decimated by disease. When did we get to that?
Doctor Caine: Hey, I'm over 40, I had to check!!
LtAidenSanders: I'm a tad out of the loop.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Two weeks ago.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Can I kill it?
LtAidenSanders: Thank you, Admiral.
Lt TKirr: I have one.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: It's already dead, Zinthys.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: T'Kirr?
Lt Allen Zinthys: aw, shucks.
Lt TKirr: With risk of sounding stupid.. why are we after the Socrates again? (0.o)
Doctor Caine: << Yes, Allen, kill my last brain cell if you must....>>
Lt TKirr: Oo.. I must've asked a doozy =P
VAdm AC Zuriyev: We are following their trail because the large things that almost ate the Atlantis and other starships came from the same direction.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Did you go out drinking again, Caine?>>
Lt TKirr: Ahh... okies
LtAidenSanders: As in the thing that laid up the Atlantis in Utopia?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, Sanders.
Doctor Caine: <<No, the Plato/Socrates thing took all I had>>
LtAidenSanders: Thank you, I know where we are again.
Lt TKirr: Yes, I looked stupid for u, thank me later =)
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, then.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::on the bridge::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::siiting at TAC::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::in the RR::
Doctor Caine: :: in Sickbay:::
DrJToreek: ::in sickbay, reading over some reports::
LtAidenSanders: ::sitting in his chair in his office::
Lt TKirr: <<Where did Utah go?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<apparently fell offline a while back>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Right next to Nevada where it's always been.>>
Ensign FJ: ::runs into engineering trying to beat Lt. Sanders into his office::
Lt TKirr: <<Lol shut up>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<::snickers, clearly pleased with himself::>>
DrJToreek: <<LOL>>
Jack Cahalan: ::in Ten-Forward, polishing the bar::
Lt TKirr: ::sits at a table in Ten Forward sipping tea::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<lol!>>
Doctor Caine: <<okay, that was good...>>
Lt TKirr: ::watches Cahalan, clearly bored with her own thoughts::
LtAidenSanders: ::leans back and falls off the back as the hinge is broken::
Ensign FJ: ::nods to Lt. Sanders: Good to see you sir ::walks back into engineering::
LtAidenSanders: ::smacks his head off the wall::
Jack Cahalan: ::notices T'Kirr watching him:: Another tea, Lieutenant?
LtAidenSanders: ::sits there stunned::
Ensign FJ: ::hears the crash and runs back into CEng's office:: Sir, are you okay?
Lt TKirr: ::raises her brows at being noticed:: Yes, please. ::stands and walks to the bar with her near-empty cup::
LtAidenSanders: ::rubs the back of his head as he pulls himself to his feet:: Who did it?
Lt TKirr: <<LOL>>
DrJToreek: ::stands up and steps out into the main of sickbay::
Jack Cahalan: ::pours her another cup of tea from the steaming pot:: There you are.
Doctor Caine: << Watch, ladies, as Sanders denies physical pain! ; )>>
Ensign FJ: its them darn bridge people that come down here and dont know what ther're doing I tell ya'
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::yawns slightly, then heads to the nearby replicator for a cup of green tea::
Ensign FJ: ::smiles::
Lt TKirr: ::offers Jack a tiny bow and glides back to her table with the steaming cup::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> Incoming communique from SF Command.
DrJToreek: hello Caine
LtAidenSanders: ::perks an eye as the pain slowly decipates:: I'm sure.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Admiral, incoming message. It's from HQ.
Doctor Caine: ::: looks up to see Jordan enter ::: Greetings...how are you, today?
DrJToreek: Doing ok... and yourself
Ensign FJ: ::looks around:: well look at this! ::reaches out of site and pulls in a new chair:: Its a miracle, its a gift from the heavens, sir
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns to the Admiral::
Ensign FJ: And you know what they say, "Dont look a gift horse in the mouth"
Lt TKirr: ::sits straight in her chair, watching the steam rise from her cup, analyzing the physics of it::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::is in the RR and not on the bridge:: :-)
Ensign FJ: now, may I be excused, I have a little business to attend to, sir
LtAidenSanders: ::laughs as he rolls the horrible bent piece of crap from behind his desk:: Could you make sure that this gets properly disposed of. Persay out an airlock?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps:: +ZurI+ Admiral, incoming message. It's from HQ.
Doctor Caine: I am well.
DrJToreek: Good
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<That's real proper, right?>>
Ensign FJ: Yes sir ::wheels away the old chair::
LtAidenSanders: <<Of course. ;-)>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Zinthys+ Forward it in here.
Lt Allen Zinthys: +Zuri+ Aye, sir.
Lt TKirr: <<I would laugh if the wheel broke off lol>>
LtAidenSanders: ::snags the PADD from off his desk and leans back in his new chair:: Hmmm... ::begins reading the reports::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps and the message is routed to the admiral's RR::
Ensign FJ: ::looks around for a place to put the chair and eventual just beams it into my quarters::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::winces inwardly as Heloise Kelly appears on the screen::
Ensign FJ: ::walks out of ME and to a TL::
Ensign FJ: Computer 10-Foward please
DrJToreek: It's fairly quiet around here caine... if you want, you can go off and have some fun
Doctor Caine: <<Is Heloise going to give us some hints?>>
Ensign FJ: ::waits patiently while being taken to 10-F::
LtAidenSanders: <<Urgh, I remember her.>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::frowns and nods as she explains what's going on::
Lt TKirr: ::becomes disinterested with her cup and turns to stare out Ten Forward's windows into the stars::
Jack Cahalan: ::subtly changes the music in 10F to something Vulcan::
Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>
LtAidenSanders: <<LOL>>
Ensign FJ: ::enters 10-F and notices TKirr standing by the window:: ::walks over to TKirr::
DrJToreek: <<LOL...>>
Ensign FJ: Good evening
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::imagines she can see through the RR doors in the admiral's direction::
Lt TKirr: ::turns and welcomes FJ with her eyes:: Ensign.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::pictures the admiral receiving his communique::
LtAidenSanders: ::nods as he is impressed with the work behind the log that he had asked for::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::chuckles quietly at some inside joke with herself and returns to her seat, tea steaming::
Doctor Caine: << And now, that top 40 hit "Hot As A Mother, Dry As A Bone">>>
Ensign FJ: Nice to see you again LT.
DrJToreek: <<::thwaps the other doc, waiting fer him to respond::>>
Lt TKirr: Agreed. Good evening.
Lt TKirr: ::attempts to make conversation:: You finish your shift?
Doctor Caine: ::: jumps::: Huh? I was distracted...
Ensign FJ: yes, barely, I broke LT. Sanders chair, barely made it out.
LtAidenSanders: ::gets up out of his seat, then rubs his head and feels the wondeful tumor that has developed there:: I figured it would leave a mark.
Lt TKirr: ::turns completely to face FJ, brow frowning:: You *broke* his chair?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::closes the comm with Kelly, thankful he was able to get away from her that quickly::
Ensign FJ: and you had a fair shift I presume
DrJToreek: I just said that if you wanted to head off to relax, you could. It's awful quiet around here.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +Dolan+ Commander, I need to speak with you.
LtAidenSanders: ::walks out of his office into the lower portion of Main Engineering::
Lt TKirr: <<You get a tumor from a hemorrage?>>
Lt TKirr: ::nods:: Of course.
Ensign FJ: yes, I went in his office to drop off a report and sat down for a moment, and the thing blew up
Doctor Caine: We might repair to Ten Forward...if you'd care to join me.
LtAidenSanders: <<It was an exaggeration. It's a lump...nevermind.>>
DrJToreek: ::smiles:: sure.
Doctor Caine: <<tough room>>
Lt TKirr: <<8-)>>
LtAidenSanders: <<:-)>>
LtAidenSanders: ::looks around and see's P'Tel:: P'Tel, report.
Lt TKirr: ::blinks, confused at the use of words:: Interesting.
LtAidenSanders: P'Tel> Everything seems to be running smoothly.
LtAidenSanders: Seems?
Ensign FJ: yes, that chair had't out fer me
Lt TKirr: Perhaps it is something we should report to Mr. Zinthys?
DrJToreek: ::heads towards the door::
LtAidenSanders: P'Tel> ::nods:: Yes, sir. We haven't had a problem for a while.
LtAidenSanders: OK, carry on.
Doctor Caine: ::: turns, activating the EMH:::
Ensign FJ: nah, its fine now, I got the chair in my quarters looking it over
Doctor Caine: ::: follows Dr. Toreek ::::
Lt TKirr: ::decides to drop the subject by nodding approvingly::
LtAidenSanders: ::walks three feet to another console to analyze the plasma injectors::
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::looks past FJ at the where Jack is staring into space behind the bar:: I'm having tea. Do you want anything?
LtAidenSanders: ::looks despairingly into the console, hoping to find something to fix::
Lt TKirr: <<Go fix the chair ;-)>>
LtAidenSanders: <<Funny. :-P>>
Lt TKirr: ::motions with her hand past FJ::
DrJToreek: ::Makes her way to tfl::
Doctor Caine: ::: walks with Jordan ::: Have you learned your way around the ship?
Ensign FJ: sorry, I was distracted
Ensign FJ: yes, I believe I'll have a drink of something
Lt TKirr: ::wonders in the back of her mind if she had anything to do with FJ's distraction::
DrJToreek: For the most part. Been doing alot of exploring the past couple of weeks
Lt TKirr: ::walks past FJ and picks up her cup and continues to the bar, looking behind her for FJ to follow::
Doctor Caine: Good, good.
LtAidenSanders: ::satisfied with his engineering team, having the ship at optimal preformance. Then again, agitated with the boredom::
LtAidenSanders: ::looks at his chronometer:: Another hour and I can get out of here.
DrJToreek: ::enters the lounge:: Aye...
Ensign FJ: ::follows to the bar and takes a seat, hoping this one doesnt die::
Jack Cahalan: ::looks up to see T'Kirr approaching:: More tea, T'Kirr?
Lt TKirr: <<lol>>
Lt TKirr: ::watches FJ seat himself and glances at Toreek as she enters with Caine::
DrJToreek: I've been thinking about setting up some research in sickbay
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> +Sanders+ Ayala to Engineering.
Lt TKirr: ::looks at Jack, then at FJ for him to answer for her::
LtAidenSanders: +Ayala+ This is Sanders, go ahead.
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> +Sanders+ Lieutenant, my sonic shower is messing up.
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The GNN daily reports arrive, with a story about an outlying colony being decimated by an unknown disease.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<ahem. grrrr>>
Lt TKirr: <<Lol, Sanders gets to go to the lady's shower, no more boredom O:-)>>
DrJToreek: ::glances around the lounge and notices TKirr::
DrJToreek: <<wb Allen>>
Jack Cahalan: ::looks to FJ:: What'll it be?
Doctor Caine: ::: looks at Jordan ::: What did you have in mind?
Ensign FJ: ::stares into space again:: Heh... I'll just take a glass of water, cold
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<ty>>
Jack Cahalan: ::gets FJ an ice water and refreshes T'Kirr's tea::
Lt TKirr: ::can't argue with FJ's lack of taste::
LtAidenSanders: +Ayala+ Really? Do you want to tell me exactly what happened, or would you like me to guess? Wait, let me guess, I've nothing better to do. No hot water?
Lt TKirr: ::to Jack:: Thank you.
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> +Sanders+ Exactly.
LtAidenSanders: +Ayala+ Ensign, I'm on my way.
DrJToreek: I'm not exactly sure. :;moves to a seat by a viewport::
Lt TKirr: <<Gladly, I'm sure ;-)>>
LtAidenSanders: ::snags an engineering kit from the cart nearby and heads for the door:: P'Tel, keep Engineering from exploding, would you?
DrJToreek: I was thinking of doing mixtures of drugs and seeing reactions.
Ensign FJ: ::sips on the water::
LtAidenSanders: <<Funny how you ASSUMED that Ayala was a female crewperson, huh? ;-)>>
DrJToreek: Using the computer to hypthosize the reaction in different humans
Lt TKirr: ::perks an ear in interest at overhearing the doctors' conversation about research::
LtAidenSanders: P'Tel> ::nods in confusion:: Of course, sir. I would never neglect my duties in a way that would... ::cut off as Aiden smiles and walks from Engineering::
Lt TKirr: <<It IS a female name =P>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Have a girly name, like Bela, and people think you're a girl. :-)>>
Ensign FJ: good tea? ::smiles at TKirr::
Doctor Caine: ::: turns to smile at TKirr ::: Please...join us.
LtAidenSanders: <<What if it's a LAST name, as I intended it? :-)>>
Lt TKirr: <<How did you notice me, Caine?>>
LtAidenSanders: ::walks down the corridor and stops at the TL, pressing the button::
Lt TKirr: ::nods to FJ:: Yes. It is soothing.
LtAidenSanders: ::walks into the TL as the doors open:: Deck Eight.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::figures the news has arrived by now::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::places himself on shipwide::
LtAidenSanders: ::rides the TL up eight decks::
Ensign FJ: soothing tea? sounds like a cup full of fun
LtAidenSanders: ::Steps off as the TL stops::
Lt TKirr: <<I don't care if you did intend it, I like messing with you :-D>>
DrJToreek: When we had those patients-- ::stops and turns to TKirr, smiling softly:: Yes, please join us TKirr. This might interest you
LtAidenSanders: <<I know you do, most people do. ::stares at Zinthys::>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +SHIPWIDE+ Crew, this is Admiral Zuriyev. I am sure some of you have read the news by now, but for those who have not...
LtAidenSanders: ::Stops and looks at a console, pulling up a news file::
LtAidenSanders: ::starts reading it::
DrJToreek: ::stops and listens to the Admiral::
Lt TKirr: ::looks at FJ, as if asking permission, than walks toward the doctors' table::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::whistles::>>
Lt TKirr: ::stops midway to table, listening to com::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +SHIPWIDE+ The entire New Philadelphia colony has been decimated by an unknown disease. The parallels to this and what we have discovered so far on this mission are too significant to dismiss.
Ensign FJ: ::watches TKirr walk away:: Thus goes my life ::begins listening to the Admiral::
Doctor Caine: :::whispers:::: If I were not a Shaolin priest ::: listening to the announcement ::: I would say, Him, again...
DrJToreek: ::chuckles softly::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::shakes head::
Lt TKirr: ::mentally pulls up information on Philadelphia colony::
LtAidenSanders: ::thinks:: Looks like it's time to design a new forcefield to repell this disease...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +SHIPWIDE+ I want our analysis of what we have discovered so far to be redoubled, and to focus on a link between the unknown disease and the large entities that have been attacking starships.
Lt TKirr: ::looks back to FJ, meeting his eyes::
DrJToreek: ::to Caine:: What do you know about the disease so far Caine?
Lt Allen Zinthys: <m> and a way to shoot 'em...
Lt TKirr: ::to FJ:: I believe we were just requested to our posts.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +SHIPWIDE+ I expect full reports from all departments by 0800 tomorrow morning. That is all.
LtAidenSanders: ::smiles as Science and Medical are going to have a hell of a time:: Yay for being an Engineer. Make the ship run and no one asks anymore. ::continues walking towards Ayala's quarters::
Ensign FJ: Ah yes ::stands downing the last of the water:::
LtAidenSanders: ::stops:: +FJ+ Sanders to FJ.
Lt TKirr: ::turns to Caine and Toreek and bows:: Doctors.
Ensign FJ: +Sanders+ Yes Sir?
LtAidenSanders: +FJ+ FJ, when are you on shift again?
Doctor Caine: Another time, I trust, TKirr.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::patches through a comm to the security office::
Doctor Caine: ::: returns the bow by reflex ::::
Ensign FJ: +Sanders+ On my way now Sir, for a little fun time in engineering
Lt TKirr: ::nods genuinely and heads for the door, abandoning her cup on the bar on her way out::
Ensign FJ: ::nods to TKirr and walks out to the TL::
DrJToreek: ::nods her head in a bow, and then raises:: I guess we should head back to sickbay
LtAidenSanders: +FJ+ I've got to fix Ayala's hot water, I'll be there as soon as I can. Sanders out.
Lt TKirr: ::meets FJ in TL::
Jack Cahalan: ::cleans up T'Kirr's cup::
LtAidenSanders: ::approaches Ayala's quarters::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Gets BPB working on some reports as to what we already know, figuring even he can handle that::
LtAidenSanders: ::press the button::
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> Enter!
Lt TKirr: <<What's BPB?>>
Ensign FJ: ::looks at Tkirr and motions to the TL:: after you
Lt TKirr: ::enters TL::
DrJToreek: ::wonders how long this is going to take them::
Ensign FJ: ::walks into TL behind her::
LtAidenSanders: ::walks in as he gazes at the MAN (:-))in a towel:: What did you break this time, Jeff?
Lt TKirr: ::already begins sifting through problem solving in her mind::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Bulletproof Bob ::chuckles::>>
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> ::shakes head:: Nothing, I swear.
Lt TKirr: Main Science.
LtAidenSanders: I bet.
Ensign FJ: Main Engineering, please
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<There he goes again. Gazing at half-naked men>>
Ensign FJ: hope the rest of your day is productive
Lt TKirr: ::rides TL to Lab, where it stops to let her off::
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> I was just showering and it went from a sauna to the subarctic.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <Don't you ever *do* anything?>>
Lt TKirr: And yours, Ensign.
LtAidenSanders: <<Couldn't resist, Allen, could you?>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<I don't know what you mean.>>
LtAidenSanders: << :-) >>
DrJToreek: ::enters sickbay and moves into her office, to pull up the files on the disease::
Ensign FJ: ::yells as doors shut:: I'll be seeing you around
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<So if it was hot, and it suddenly got cold does that mean... no wonder you're gazing at him!>>
Lt TKirr: ::eyes doors, then turns toward lab::
Lt TKirr: <<Aw man, TMI>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LOL>>
Ensign FJ: ::walks out into ME::
LtAidenSanders: <<Amazingly funny, normally it's just stupid-funny coming from you. You're stepping up Allen.>>
Lt TKirr: ::enters Lab, nodding to Axelalexa, who is already busily working::
LtAidenSanders: ::walks into the bathroom and pulls out his tricorder:: It seems to be an ion relay fused, no problem.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Well, I can only work with what I'm given>>
LtAidenSanders: ::opens a panel and runs an ionic stimulator over the fused relay and the hot water comes back:: Good as new.
DrJToreek: Caine, You want to help me look over these files?
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> Thanks Lieutenant, now we can get back to what we were doing.
LtAidenSanders: We?
LtAidenSanders: Ayala> ::turns as Ensign Iliana Powers walks in, a towel around her as well::
Lt TKirr: ::nods as Axe instructs her, then takes the virus sample she is given and gets to work::
LtAidenSanders: Oh. ::relieved:: Well, have a good night. ::rushes out of the quarters and back towards the TL::
LtAidenSanders: ::steps in to the TL:: Deck Sixteen, Main Engineering.
Doctor Caine: ::: tasks the EMH to begin research ::::
LtAidenSanders: ::Rides the TL down eight decks::
LtAidenSanders: ::steps off the turbolift into Main Engineering::
Ensign FJ: Good to se you back Sir ::looks at Lt. Sanders::
DrJToreek: ::starts looking at the patient reports::
LtAidenSanders: Detailed report on Engineering systems. You take the warp systems and other engine components and I'll take the environmental and power systems?
Lt TKirr: ::having already run standard tests on the virus sample, begins relevancy tests with the planet settled by Philadelphia colony::
Ensign FJ: Sounds like a plan
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::makes tapping noises::
Lt TKirr: ::having found no parallel info relating to planet, pulls up colony statistics from nearest console::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::orders helm to increase their speed along the Socrates's trail, hoping to find something::
DrJToreek: :;reads through each report one at a time::
LtAidenSanders: When you get the information, you can come into my office and use the spare desk if you please.
Ensign FJ: Aye, should I beam the spare chair back into your office? ::smiles a bit::
LtAidenSanders: ::Shouts to the upper level:: P'Tel, I need all information collected in the past week on Environmental and Power Systems!
LtAidenSanders: ::smiles at FJ as he walks back toward his office with a limp, imitating the chair::
Lt TKirr: Computer, run medical history of colony with current sample. One Earth month.
Lt TKirr: ::computes in her mind next to a crunching terminal::
Ensign FJ: ::Snickers a bit while turning to a console and bringing up all data on all engine components for the past week::
LtAidenSanders: P'Tel> ::from upper level:: Aye, sir!
DrJToreek: ::picks up several PADDs and pulls up different medical charts on each one and sets them down in front of her to compare them::
Lt TKirr: ::blinks awake as computer beeps its results::
LtAidenSanders: P'Tel> ::downloads all the information into fourteen PADDs and carries them to the lift, rides it down and waltzes across the lower Engineering level to Sander's office:: Here you go, sir.
LtAidenSanders: ::turns to see P'Tel barely visible behind the mound of PADDs:: Thank you, P'Tel. ::takes the PADDs and lays them on the desk::
Ensign FJ: ::begins storing infomation on PADDs::
Lt TKirr: ::taps a few times at her console, calling to Axe urgently:: Sir!
Lt TKirr: <<Hope the bug don't mind me NPCing him ;-)>>
DrJToreek: <<LOL>>
Lt TKirr: ::moves aside as Axe views the terminal::
DrJToreek: ::mutters:: there doesn't seem to be much wrong with the people, except they get very tired...
Lt TKirr: ::looks at Axe and their eyes meet, then nods::
LtAidenSanders: <<Get very tired, and then die.>>
LtAidenSanders: <<:-D>>
Ensign FJ: ::takes the collection of PADDs into the Cengs office and puts them on the desk in the corner::
Lt TKirr: +Zuri+ Science to Admiral Zuriyev.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +T'Kirr+ Zuriyev here, go ahead.
LtAidenSanders: So, FJ, how do our engines look?
Ensign FJ: Big, and Blue, how about enviromental controls?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Extends the ship's long range scanners further ahead, hoping to find something, but at the same time, not::
Lt TKirr: +Zuri+ Sir, we have found a possibly strong link between the virus and the Philadelphia colony. Permission to transmit to the bridge.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: +T'Kirr+ Granted.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks to the bridge and takes his seat::
LtAidenSanders: ::smiles:: Gray and looking kind of metallic.
Lt TKirr: ::quickly transmits her report to the bridge::
Ensign FJ: ::sits down at the desk and begins going through the PADDs::
LtAidenSanders: ::separates the PADDs into subsystems::
DrJToreek: Computer, can you run an annalysis of these patients, and formulate a list of all similar symptoms?
LtAidenSanders: ::Power and Environmental Controls::
DrJToreek: ::watches as a list starts to form on a new PADD that she is holding::
Lt TKirr: ::runs backup tests::
LtAidenSanders: This reminds me of the academy when we had to do a report. ::said aloud and in a matter of trying to start conversation with FJ::
Ensign FJ: ::separates the PADDs into several subcategorys that make no real sense to anyone but myself::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::reads the report::
Ensign FJ: The academy heh? Good times...
Lt TKirr: +Toreek+ T'Kirr to Dr Toreek.
DrJToreek: +TKirr+Toreek here, go ahead Lt.
LtAidenSanders: ::chuckles:: Good times? It was hell on Earth. My Warp Mechanics teacher was boring, not really funny, and tried to fool us all the time and didn't get anywhere. You know, like Lieutenant Zinthys.
Lt TKirr: +Toreek+ I am sending a report to you now. The virus seems to have been the cause of the colony's destruction.
LtAidenSanders: <<:-P>>
Ensign FJ: ::looks up at Sanders:: I know them type, luckily I had plently of field experience before I went through the academy
DrJToreek: +TKirr+ Understood... Send me all the information you have.
Ensign FJ: ::looks at one PADD, then regroups it::
Lt TKirr: ::transmits info to Sickbay::
LtAidenSanders: ::transfers some of the relevant data onto a new PADD for the pre-official report that will be converted into a new report with FJ's material::
Ensign FJ: ::takes out several new PADDs and files all information in the sub categories into one PADD for each sub Category::
Lt TKirr: ::moves around Axe to access an incubation container::
LtAidenSanders: FJ, I work better with music. What about you? ::looks up from his mounds of information::
Ensign FJ: Yes, I enjoy it
LtAidenSanders: What's your musical preference?
LtAidenSanders: ::prays it isn't heavy metal::
DrJToreek: ::takes the information from TKirr:: Computer, take current list and compare with the new information
Ensign FJ: Baha Rap ::smiles at Lt. Sanders::
Ensign FJ: Just whatever floats your boat
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::flinches::>>
LtAidenSanders: Computer, run musical file Sanders Theta 18.
LtAidenSanders: Computer> ::in dry voice, the usual:: Acknowledged.
LtAidenSanders: ::listens as soft, yet spirited, celtic music starts from the speakers that aren't visible::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
LtAidenSanders: ::paused::
Ensign FJ: ::paused::
DrJToreek: ::Pawsd::
Lt TKirr: ::pauses in the middle of tripping over Axe::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Attention!
Ensign FJ: ::AA::
LtAidenSanders: ::@A::
DrJToreek: @@
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<AAAGGGHHH!!! Sorry guys!!!>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<::laughs:: Your timing is perfect, Brooke.>>
Lt TKirr: <<She heard the AA call =P>>
DrJToreek: <<LOL>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::pulls Brooke aside and has a whispered conversation with her::
Jack Cahalan: ::was distracting the Commander::
LtAidenSanders: <<AAAGGGHHH!!! At Attention, she did it. ;-)>>
Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>
DrJToreek: <<LOL!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<lol>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<grin>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::passes a sealed envelope to the Admiral::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Lieutenant JG T'Kirr, front and center!
Lt TKirr: ..?
Lt TKirr: ::wakes up and hurries forward::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I think you know why I called you here.
Lt TKirr: Well I 'didn't!
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Oh, so you deny that you are an asset to this crew and worthy of promotion?
Lt TKirr: I won't deny it, but I'll only endorse it if you do, Admiral. O:-)
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Well, then...
Lt TKirr: ::shuffles nervously::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: By the power vested in me by some damned fool, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant on the USS Atlantis. May Bob have mercy on your soul! ::pips her, drawing blood::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::chuckles::
Lt TKirr: ::gasps::
Lt TKirr: Sorry, it's green.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::APPLAUDS!!!::
Lt TKirr: Thank you, Admiral! ::bows::
LtAidenSanders: ::claps:: Congratulations!
Ensign FJ: ::claps::
Lt Allen Zinthys: yay!
Lt TKirr: Drinks on me, everyone. Thank you all so much ^_^
VAdm AC Zuriyev: You are most welcome. Thank you for your excellent performance and dedication to the Atlantis.
DrJToreek: wooohoooooo! ::claps:; congrats
Lt TKirr: I great pleasure, Admiral.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Now... get back in line.
Lt TKirr: ::backs up::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks in the envelope:: Oh, that is correct...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks over the line of officers::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::pokes Zuri::
Lt TKirr: ::looks left and right::
DrJToreek: ::wonders who's next, looks down the line::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::has a few more whispered words with Brooke::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::humminahumminahummina::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Lieutenant JG Sanders! Get up here!
LtAidenSanders: ::looks around and then steps forward::
Lt TKirr: XD
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Sanders, you are charged with continued dedication to the Atlantis. How plead you?
LtAidenSanders: Guilty as charged.
LtAidenSanders: ::wonders if that was the right answer::
Lt TKirr: ::cries like his mother::
DrJToreek: ::hands TKirr a hankerchief::
Lt TKirr: I'm so proud...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: That usually isn't enough to tip the scales to warrant punishment, but you have also done an excellent job as Chief Engineer, so the crime is more severe.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::takes out the pip of doom::
DrJToreek: :;and decides to check into new drugs for Bendii syndrome::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::clicks her tongue::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: By the power vested in me by some damned fool, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant on the USS Atlantis! May Bob have mercy on your soul. ::pips him, drawing a lot of blood::
LtAidenSanders: <<Oh, of course it's a LOT of blood. ;-)>>
Lt TKirr: ::cheers wildly::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::swoons at the sight::
Jack Cahalan: ::catches Brooke::
Ensign FJ: ::claps for a fellow engineer::
LtAidenSanders: ::holds hand to artery making sure he doesn't bleed out::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, folks. That is all I have for tonight - Commander?
Doctor Caine: ::: brings out a medikit ::::
DrJToreek: ::Claps, ignoring the blood::
Lt TKirr: ::eyes Zinthys::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::whistles::
Lt Allen Zinthys: What?
Lt TKirr: Sanders just got promoted. :-)
Lt Allen Zinthys: ...?
LtAidenSanders: ::smiles evilly at Zinthys::
DrJToreek: ::chuckles::
DrJToreek: you three play nice now
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Sees Brooke is still passed out::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Dismissed!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Walks up to Aiden::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Smacks him upside the head::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Returns to T'Kirr::
Lt TKirr: I pay for drinks, Sanders pays for entertainment ;-)
Lt TKirr: ::laughs::
Ensign FJ: Congratulations to all, and to all a goodnight
Lt TKirr: Goodnight, FJ, good simming with you!
Lt Allen Zinthys: Great. Water and two people making out in the bathroom...
Ensign FJ: Thank you
Ensign FJ has left the room.
Doctor Caine: :::: bows to TKirr ::: Congratulations!
LtAidenSanders: ::walks up behind Zinthys::
LtAidenSanders: ::returns the slap::
LtAidenSanders: ::walks away::
Lt TKirr: No spying on the security monitors, Zinthys
LtAidenSanders: Goodnight all!
LtAidenSanders has left the room.
Lt TKirr: Thank you, Dr. Caine!
Lt Allen Zinthys: G'night!!
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: great job everyone!
Lt TKirr: Thank you all.. I must leave. See you next week!
DrJToreek: and to think, i wanted to go to bed 'fore the sim
Lt TKirr: It was a really smooth sim, was great
Lt TKirr: ::hugs Toreek::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Sorry, my roommate and our friend I haven't seen in 3 years are incredibly distracting. DAMN THEM!!!
DrJToreek: lol
DrJToreek: ::hugs:: thx
Lt TKirr: See you all!
Lt TKirr has left the room.
VAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.