You have just entered room "CeLeStIaL pRiMe."
EnsAxelrod: He who rules all, (well almost all)
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Admiral. ::nods::
VAdm Blackthorne: Evening!
Lt TKirr: Aye, XP, why?
Lt TKirr: Good evening, Admiral.
Lt TKirr: <<glares at her font reset>>
Captain Sullivan: If anyone needs me.... I'll be lying under my desk.
MajorAZinthys: Alone?
EnsAxelrod: Just wondering, I figured that was the cause when you stated "just reinstalled my operationg system"
Captain Sullivan: Unless you want to join me.
Captain Sullivan: But I probably won't be very fun. =)
MajorAZinthys: awww
EnsAxelrod: Hmm
Captain Sullivan: I'm hungry, so I eat dinner... and then I feel queasy the rest of the night... what fun. =(
Lt TKirr: I'm the one who reinstalled my HDD, not Sulli
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's get this party started.
Captain Sullivan: Ooops.... I'm sorry... was I stealing your sympathy, Kirr?
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Captain Sullivan: Company!
Captain Sullivan: Attne-HUT!
Kiley Airell: AA
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
MajorAZinthys: ::AA::
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: :::hands Airell a cookie::::
Kiley Airell: ::loves cookies::
AdmiralGem has entered the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight the Atlantis is about to launch from Earth.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Hiya, Gem!>>
AdmiralGem: >::peeks in on the run::
AdmiralGem has left the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: Our refitted ship has check out well and is in tip-top shape, so let's get to sailing that boundless sea!
VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: No, sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: In that case....
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at the tactical post::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::on the bridge, still finding his seat uncomfortable::
MCptAdamDrake: ::rifling through engineering, making sure things are in tip-top shape::
EnsAxelrod: ::In quarters preparing for shift.::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin, what is our current status?
Kiley Airell: ::in her office in sickbay::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> If we were any more ready, we'd be overstocked and working about the possible percent. ::smiles::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Very good.
MCptAdamDrake: {{about = above}}
VAdm Blackthorne: Mr. Zinthys, have all departments reported ready for departure?
Captain Sullivan: :::on the bridge, her tough veneer practically shining as she stands at attention:::
Kiley Airell: ::checking over the supply list, making sure that they got everything then wanted::
MajorAZinthys: Engineering reported okay... as did medical...
Lt TKirr: ::on turbolift:: +Blackthorne+ T'Kirr to Adm. Blackthorne.
MajorAZinthys: security is go... science...
MajorAZinthys: ::Perks up hearing T'Kirr's voice over the comm:: talk about timing...
VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ Blackthorne here, go ahead.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at his chronometer::
WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, treating a case of Relonian Whooping Cough::
Lt TKirr: +Blackthorne+ I know you requested everyone at their posts, sir, but there is one last adjustment I need to make to our sensors before I return to the Bridge. Permission to do so?
VAdm Blackthorne: +Kirr+ Granted, Lieutenant.
Kiley Airell: ::starts going over the reports of patients in the last week::
EnsAxelrod: ::Goes over last page of pre flight checks for the Mustangs and puts the PADD away.::
WillFMarlowe: ::hyposprays some drugs into the crewman's left arm and sends him to his quarters::
Lt TKirr: ::calls out:: Resume. ::lift moves::
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Other than science, all departments report in their readiness.
MajorAZinthys: Sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent. Inform the dockmaster that we will be launching in five minutes.
MajorAZinthys: Yessir
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ Drake to Axelrod.
Lt TKirr: ::exits TL and heads down the hall, stopping at an access panel and carefully removing it::
EnsAaron Markus has entered the room.
MCptAdamDrake: ::stepping to another console, verifying information readouts::
MCptAdamDrake: I love Engineering.
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Go ahead sir.
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps on his console::
WillFMarlowe: ::tends to another crewmember who "forgot" to report for a physical after arriving::
Lt TKirr: <<I can't get my lousy font smaller>>
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ Are you up for a little activity on the holodeck, after we launch?
Captain Sullivan: :::stands quietly, observing the action::::
EnsAaron Markus has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Size is set at default in chatrooms, it depends on the font.}}
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Sure thing Captain, what kind of "activity" did you have in mind?
Lt TKirr: <<I know, I can't find one smaller =P>>
WillFMarlowe: ::scans the man with his medcorder, then sighs and informs him that he has "contracted" a "contagious" "social disease" on "Earth"::
VAdm Blackthorne: +shipwide+ We launch in five minutes. All not leaving Earth had better get off.
Lt TKirr: ::begins fiddling with something within the wall, and a spark indicates the connection, causing her to flinch, and she replaces the panel::
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ Depends on what you were in the mood for. Kayaking, Rock climbing, jogging...something fun.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Watches some Ensign perk up at the Admiral's tone and sprint out of engineering::
MajorAZinthys: Admiral, the dockmaster has cleared us for launch.
MCptAdamDrake: ::watches the same person sprint back in, grab his tools, and race out again::
VAdm Blackthorne: Of course he has.
WillFMarlowe: ::administers some "antibiotics" and suggests that the crewman avoid "ladies" of "ill repute" in the future::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles::
MCptAdamDrake: ::smirks::
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL, Will!}}
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Roger that, so I should dress in something "comfortable" and my uniform?
Lt TKirr: <<Haha>>
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ Uniform, why would you be wearing your uniform? ::looks at the duty roster:: You're not on shift until tomorrow.
Lt TKirr: ::rides TL back up to the Bridge::
VAdm Blackthorne: Zinthys, transfer us to internal power.
EnsAxelrod: ::Looks at himself.:: +Drake+ Oh, I thought that was today, alright, I'll meet you in Holodeck 1 in 10 minutes?
Captain Sullivan: <<You know.... everytme my grandmother put on something... comfortable... she ended up with another mouth to feed nine months later.>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Presses buttons:: We are under our own power, sir.
Lt TKirr: <<TMI>>
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ I'm off in fifteen minutes, unless something important happens. So I'll meet you there in twenty?
VAdm Blackthorne: Clear all moorings.
MajorAZinthys: <<I don't think Axelrod will have quite that problem>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands and walks to the helm::
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Understood, Axelrod out.
WillFMarlowe: ::drops the medcorder back into the pocket of his smock:: <<TMI? Whassat?>>
VAdm Blackthorne: I'll take this station, Ensign Pilot.
EnsAxelrod: <<Oh god I hope not...>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Too Much Information>>
Lt TKirr: ::pops into the Bridge and moves to her station, gives it a look over, and satisfyingly looks up to the rest of the Bridge goings-ons::
VAdm Blackthorne: Otto Pilot> Yessir.
WillFMarlowe: <<Ah. Okay.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::slides into the helm station::
Captain Sullivan: << Unless you live in the Harrisburg area... and then it means Three Mile Island.>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Really? I thought that was just "boom">>
Lt TKirr: <<That's TNT>>
MajorAZinthys: Moorings cleared, sir.
MajorAZinthys: <<But then, those Pennsylvania people all talk funny, anyways>>
WillFMarlowe: ::finds a console to familiarize himself with and starts pressing whatever button appears to wish to be pressed::
Captain Sullivan: <<Hey! I do not!>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::applies reverse thrust and backs Atlantis out of her berth::
Captain Sullivan: :::still standing quietly and without reaction::::
MajorAZinthys: <<...or is it just the Pittsburghers...?>>
Lt TKirr: ::keeps an eye on the space between the walls of the dock and the sides of the ship::
MajorAZinthys: Sir, incoming transimssion from the dockmaster.
Captain Sullivan: <<Well... the Pennsylvania Dutch are hyserical to listen to.... outten the lights naah.>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Walks into his closet and changes into a tanktop and some basketball shorts.::
WillFMarlowe: <<I dated a girl from Pittsburgh once. It didn't work out. I couldn't stand that flat, metallic voice of hers.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::applies 1/4 impulse power to the spacedoors::
WillFMarlowe: <<She was pretty, though, in a harsh sort of way. Steely blue eyes and everything.>>
Kiley Airell: ::notices that her shift ended a while ago, stands up and heads out of her office::
Captain Sullivan: <<Can you make any more references to her that indicate properties of Steel-town? =) >>
Kiley Airell: <<LOL>>
WillFMarlowe: <<I'm trying.>>
WillFMarlowe: <<I'm drawing a blank. Little help?>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Did she have iron abs?>>
Lt TKirr: <<C'mon, we're launching here>>
EnsAxelrod: <<But that'd be Iron not Steel...>>
MajorAZinthys: <<And that coal-black hair>>
WillFMarlowe: <<Nice one.>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Perhaps a molten temper?>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::moves around Engineering waiting for his shift to end::
Kiley Airell: ::walks over to Marlowe:: How's it going Will?
Captain Sullivan: <<Oh, I'm sorry.... I'll see how many more ways I can find to describe my impassive observation of the events unfolding around me. =) >>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Atlantis clears the spacedoors::
MajorAZinthys: We're clear, sir.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up:: Well enough. You're finished here?
VAdm Blackthorne: Let's see what she's got.
Kiley Airell: Aye, I'm heading out to the lounge to relax for a bit . . .
VAdm Blackthorne: ::sets a course and engages at warp eight::
MajorAZinthys: The dockmaster wishes to inform you that he has lodged a formal complaint with station command, Admiral.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::laughs::
Lt TKirr: ::starts scanning::
WillFMarlowe: I'm about through myself. Mind if I join you?
Kiley Airell: Not at all.
MCptAdamDrake: ::watches his shift come to a grinding halt:: All right, I'm outta here! Jeddin, hold her down, will ya?
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nodding:: Of course, sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: Remarkable machine, this ship.
Lt TKirr: Indeed.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands and gives the helm back to Otto::
EnsAxelrod: ::Takes off his watch and places it on his bed.::
MCptAdamDrake: ::Strolls out of engineering and then to a TL:: Deck 8.
WillFMarlowe: ::stands and smiles sheepishly:: You'll have to lead the way. I don't know where the lounge is.
Kiley Airell: ::smiles:: Sure. ::heads out of sickbay to the TL::
MajorAZinthys: It's the best the 'Fleet has to offer, Admiral.
CptHacker has entered the room.
WillFMarlowe: ::follows::
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL up and then out and walks into his quarters::
Lt TKirr: ::taps quietly away at her console::
VAdm Blackthorne: That's what coaxed me away from Utopia Planetia, Major.
MCptAdamDrake: ::takes off his shirt and tosses it on his bed, rummages around and pulls on a new white one::
Kiley Airell: ::enters the TL and magically finds her way to the lounge::
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: I can imagine it would.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks around as they enter::
MCptAdamDrake: ::finishes changing and walks out of his quarters and to the turbolift - again:: Deck 6.
EnsAxelrod: ::Does a couple of quick stretches and then leaves his quarters and proceeds to the TL.::
Kiley Airell: ::finds a place to sit near the view ports, always enjoys looking out at the stars::
VAdm Blackthorne: That, and getting the chance to deploy my Mustang design in the field, in person.
EnsAxelrod: ::Enters TL.:: Deck 6.
VAdm Blackthorne: Major, you have the bridge. Captain, you're with me.
MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir.
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out of the TL after going down two decks and proceeds to walk down the hallway to the holodeck doors, and waits::
WillFMarlowe: ::sits and motions for a waitress::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the RR::
Captain Sullivan: :::nods silently and looks to Zinthys for a moment before following the Vice Admiral::::
EnsAxelrod: ::TL arrives at Deck 6. Gets out and walks to Holodeck 1, where Drake is waiting.::
WillFMarlowe: E'rel> What would you like?
Kiley Airell: So, what made you decide to join starfleet?
Captain Sullivan: :::enters the RR and stands respectfully:::
MCptAdamDrake: Heya Axe. So, I was thinking Kayaking. Whatcha think?
VAdm Blackthorne: At ease, Number One.
Kiley Airell: Oh . . . ::thinks about it for a minute:: Got any Ale?
Captain Sullivan: :::goes to as *at ease* as it gets:::: Yes, sir.
WillFMarlowe: It's . . . ::looks at the stars:: It's a long story. Vermuth, please.
WillFMarlowe: E'rel> ::nods to both and disappears behind the bar::
Captain Sullivan: <<Ugh.... please don't use words that involve the phrase..... yaking. =) >>
EnsAxelrod: Kayaking is fine, I don't really mind what we do.
VAdm Blackthorne: Captain Sullivan Ruffian. It's good to really meet you.
WillFMarlowe: It sounds egotistical, but I feel like I'm needed in Starfleet right now. What about you?
MCptAdamDrake: Sure. Computer, load recreational program Drake Theta Kayak Three.
MCptAdamDrake: Computer> Program activated.
Captain Sullivan: :::nods::: Thank you, sir. I can assure you I am honored to serve under your command.
WillFMarlowe: E'rel> ::returns with their drinks and sets them on the table::
MCptAdamDrake: Computer, recognize two boats at dock.
MCptAdamDrake: Computer> Addition recognized, you may enter when ready.
EnsAxelrod: ::Thinks to himself.:: Some dogfighting would be nice, it's been so long since I've flown I'm thinking I'm losing my edge.
Kiley Airell: ::smiles to E'rel:: thank you . . .
VAdm Blackthorne: You've served on Atlantis for quite a while.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Smiles:: Let's go. ::Strolls through the doors::
EnsAxelrod: ::Follows Drake.::
Captain Sullivan: Yes, sir. Practically my whole career.
Kiley Airell: ::Takes a sip of her ale and looks out the window:: The stars . .
VAdm Blackthorne: Such devotion to a ship is a lost quality and refreshing to see.
Captain Sullivan: Than you, sir.... I can think of no where else that I would rather call home.
WillFMarlowe: ::nods in thanks as E'rel departs for another table:: They are beautiful. Have you always wanted to be out here?
Kiley Airell: Yes. Always.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Walks to the side of a sparkling lake under an intense burning sun::
EnsAxelrod: ::Continues think to himself.:: Losing your edge, come on, I'm the Gryphon, the most feared pilot in the Beta Squadron aboard the USS Skookum.
WillFMarlowe: ::drinks a bit of vermuth and sighs quietly:: You sound like you haven't been disappointed.
VAdm Blackthorne: It is good to take command of this vessel and find such a devoted executive officer.
EnsAxelrod: I don't lose my edge.
Kiley Airell: How could I be dissapointed? I've gone to so many places, done so many things.
MCptAdamDrake: ::turns to Axelrod:: Hmm?
EnsAxelrod: Oh, nothing.
MCptAdamDrake: Out with it Ensign, come on. What's on your mind?
VAdm Blackthorne: You must have served under my father?
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks to the dock and slide himself into a kayak, a blue one, and then pulls the oar out::
Kiley Airell: So, why did you go into medicine?
EnsAxelrod: No really it's nothing, I'm just dwelling on the past. ::Looks at the tatoo on his left arm.
EnsAxelrod: "
MajorAZinthys: ::Stands behind tactical, looking down at the command chair::
EnsAxelrod: <<::*>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Thinks: Oh, what the hell. It can't hurt once.::
MajorAZinthys: ::Waves an ensign over to his spot::
MCptAdamDrake: Dwelling on the past isn't a bad thing, you know. It sometimes helps us to remember that we shouldn't make the same mistakes twice.
Captain Sullivan: :::feels a slight, uncomfortable blush starting to inch its way across her cheeks and then goes suddenly pale:::: Yes, sir. I was only an assistant security officer at the time... but I remember him well. He was a fine man.
MajorAZinthys: ::Sits in the center command chair::
Lt TKirr: ::stands at her station, outwardly unaffected by the significance of this day, tapping away in boring attentiveness to her duties::
Captain Sullivan: A man I was proud to serve.
VAdm Blackthorne: He mentioned you to me, you know.
WillFMarlowe: I feel like I should have some sort of cliche story about saving a dog or something when I was nine. I don't. I just . . .
WillFMarlowe: . . . Need to do this.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits behind his desk::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gestures to one of the chairs::
EnsAxelrod: ::Slides into the other kayak.:: True, but history tends to repeat itself.
WillFMarlowe: I can't explain it.
MajorAZinthys: ::Wiggles around in the chair a little, not quite comfortable::
Kiley Airell: *chuckles* I see . . .
Kiley Airell: I was forced into medicine by my parents.
EnsAxelrod: ::Searches for the oar.::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: That it does. So, rapids or smooth sailing, Axe? ::looks out across the lake:: This can easily become a river with rapids that can stop your heart::
WillFMarlowe: Really? Why?
Captain Sullivan: :::one eyebrow shoots upwards unexpectedly and she takes a seat gingerly:::: I'm rather surprised that he would have known my name, sir.... but then again.... I am not. He seemed to know everyone onboard.
Kiley Airell: They both are Doctors.
WillFMarlowe: ::chortles softly:: Med school isn't something I'd force on anybody.
Captain Sullivan: From the Executive Officer to the three shift janitor.
Kiley Airell: They didn't like "my" dreams
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: He did indeed have that way with his crew. It's something I would like to emulate.
WillFMarlowe: What do you really want to do?
VAdm Blackthorne: As I recall, he said that you're a fine dancer.
Kiley Airell: ::chuckles:: I wanted to join Starfleet
Kiley Airell: So, after I got done with Medical School, I joined.
EnsAxelrod: Sure. ::Finally grabs ahold of the oar.:: Rapids are fine. ::Attemps to get it out.::
Kiley Airell: I didn't tell my parents until after I was sworn in.
Kiley Airell: They weren't too happy with me
Captain Sullivan: :::looks at Blackthorne levelly::: He must be thinking of someone else, sir.... you see.... I don't dance.
VAdm Blackthorne: He knew his crew.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::half smiles::
Captain Sullivan: ::::thinks to herself::: Especially with Commanding Officers.
MCptAdamDrake: Computer, alter scenery to match rapid conditions. Set scene to the Po'alo River on the Betazoid homeworld. Initiate.
WillFMarlowe: ::drinks:: I wouldn't have heard the end of it if I wasn't in Starfleet now. Are you happy?
MCptAdamDrake: ::watches the scenery change and they're on an eddy about one hundred yards upstream from a rapid series::
Captain Sullivan: The crew of the Atlantis is fine crew, Sir. I'm sure you will find it very easy to get to know them... though I will admit.... there have been some changes that I haven't managed to keep pace with.
EnsAxelrod: Po'alo River huh? You do much kayaking there?
Kiley Airell: ::laughs, then stares out at the stars:: Yes.
VAdm Blackthorne: Oh?
MCptAdamDrake: Grew up there as a child. My dad was always working, mother was off tending OTHER children then her own, and so the children of the fleeing parents were forced to do stuff on their own.
Captain Sullivan: The usual staff changes..... people come and people go.
Kiley Airell: You're family wanted you to join Starfleet?
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks around:: We spent many nights camping there, and we rafted a lot.
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets the stubborn oar out and grips it firmly.:: Interesting.
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, I'm sure you'll acclimatize to the changes.
WillFMarlowe: Well, you have to do you what you love. ::leans back a little:: Yes. My father did very much.
MCptAdamDrake: ::motions:: Ready? ::shoves off and starts floating down the river::
Captain Sullivan: Of course, sir.... I always do. :::manages to smile a bit:::
EnsAxelrod: Yeah. ::Follows after Drake.::
Kiley Airell: why?
WillFMarlowe: He had a couple commands. Retired an admiral. I wanted my own practice, but he would have kicked me out if I didn't go to the Academy.
MCptAdamDrake: So, what's your story, Ensign? ::looking up at the blue sky, not paying attention to his slow approach to the rapids::
VAdm Blackthorne: Of course. I couldn't have asked for a finer command, much less have one offered to me. Admiral Zuriyev knew exactly what I wanted.
Captain Sullivan: :::is slightly unnerved by the fact that looking at the Vice Admiral's eyes is like having Seamus looking back at her::::
Kiley Airell: *chuckles* funny how that is . . .
EnsAxelrod: I was born on a Starship, I was raised on a Starship, I grew up on a Starship, I know no home, but a Starship.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks out the window again:: Now I'm torn. The universe is an unbelievable place and I'd've never known it if I didn't join Starfleet. But I miss Orkney.
MCptAdamDrake: ::turns:: What about family? Mother? Father? Siblings?
Kiley Airell: That can be a hard choice
Captain Sullivan: Not to be cheeky, sir.... but it could have been more a case of Zuri...yev knowing what the Atlantis needed. She's a special ship... and deserves to have the best.
WillFMarlowe: ::drinks again:: Would you be doing anything else other than medicine if you had a choice?
EnsAxelrod: I'm an only child, my father was the Helm Officer of the USS Haffac. My mother was a nurse.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: I certainly agree. My father thought so, and I trusted his judgement.
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: So, I'm assuming that they are either still working or someplace else.
Kiley Airell: if I could go back and change things, yes . . . I would probably be a pilot
EnsAxelrod: Yes, they're still about the Haffac, but it's not the same ship. USS Haffac-B.
EnsAxelrod: <<aboard instead of about>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Still same positions and all?
WillFMarlowe: ::smiles a little:: So what stopped you from changing careers?
EnsAxelrod: Yes, although I believe my mother has worked her way up in authority amongst the Medical Department.
Captain Sullivan: :::starts to stand::: Is there anything else that you would require of me, Sir? I understand that it takes some time for a Commanding Officer and his Exec to find their... rhythm... so to speak.
Kiley Airell: I wasn't given a choice by Starfleet . . . They needed doctors, and since I was qualified, that's where I got put
EnsAxelrod: I have a feeling they are going to die on that ship.
Kiley Airell: but I'm still a fairly decent pilot
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Of course, Captain.
Captain Sullivan: If there is anything I can do to facilitate the transition for you.
Kiley Airell: <<Time for me to head out all . . . Work is beckoning>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Just continue your legendary rapport with this ship and her crew, Captain.
Captain Sullivan: <<Happy working!>>
MajorAZinthys: <<By, JT!>>
WillFMarlowe: <<G'night!>>
Lt TKirr: <<See you next time!>>
Kiley Airell: ::finishes drink:: but I should be getting some sleep.
MCptAdamDrake: {{NIGHT!}}
EnsAxelrod: <<Night.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: << Bye!>>
WillFMarlowe: ::nods:: I still haven't unpacked. ::stands::
Kiley Airell: ::raises from the table:: thank you for the company . . .
Kiley Airell: ::exits::
Kiley Airell has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles::: I don't consider it legendary, Sir.... just doing my job.
MCptAdamDrake: That's not a bad thing. ::Smiles:: Here were go. ::goes into the rapids, paddling for all he's worth::
VAdm Blackthorne: The reputation has preceeded you.
WillFMarlowe: ::finishes his drink and leaves the lounge, then searches the deck before wandering into the corridors containing the junior officers' quarters::
WillFMarlowe: ::locates his room and enters, then begins unpacking::
Captain Sullivan: Oh.... and I noticed that you seem to be having trouble adjusting to the center seat a bit.... you might find that reclining the back 5 degrees will help.... at least your Father preferred it that way.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::seems surprised::
VAdm Blackthorne: ...Thank you, Captain.
EnsAxelrod: ::Prays.:: Porfavor Dio, mireme.
Captain Sullivan: Your builds are similar.... it was simply an.... observation.
VAdm Blackthorne: I'll try that out.
VAdm Blackthorne: Dismissed, Captain.
EnsAxelrod: ::Paddles hard.::
MCptAdamDrake: ::thrashes through and comes out of the first one completely drenched::
Captain Sullivan: Yes, Sir.... and Welcome to the Atlantis, Sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: Thank you, Captain. I'm glad to be here.
Captain Sullivan: :::turns on her heel and exits the RR, her stance straight, her shoulders back, and her chin tilted upwards proudly::::
Lt TKirr: ::offers a glance to Sullivan as she enters the Bridge::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles to himself as she leaves::
Captain Sullivan: :::accepts the glance and returns one of her own to Kirr::::
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets through the first one.:: I already took a shower.
MajorAZinthys: ::Returns to his console::
MCptAdamDrake: ::laughs:: Don't worry, it gets worse.
EnsAxelrod: Oh joy.
Lt TKirr: ::notices some strange emotion Sullivan wears, but doesn't bother attempting to figure it out::
Captain Sullivan: :::sits in the executive officers chair and notes that the cushions have been replaced::: Hmmmm... they didn't miss a thing in the refit.
MCptAdamDrake: So, where'd you first serve, Axe?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks back onto the bridge after contemplating for a few minutes::
Lt TKirr: ::is about to ask if everything is all right, but decides to let it fall, as Sullivan looks comfortable now::
Lt TKirr: Admiral. ::greets::
Captain Sullivan: :::crosses her legs with her normal catlike grace and checks the incoming sensor feeds to her armside console::::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Lieutenant.
Captain Sullivan: ::::taps a quick message to the Tac station::: *Major.... where ARE we headed?*
EnsAxelrod: Well, the Haffac, in a way was my first ship. But while being a Starfleet Officer, my first ship was the USS Skookum.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: And then here?
CptHacker has left the room.
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps back:: *Ask HOps*
VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes the center seat and reclines it back five degrees::
EnsAxelrod: Yes, after almost six faithful months, I get transferred here.
Captain Sullivan: :::taps back::: Oh, you're helpful.
MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: *or the Admiral*
Lt TKirr: ::monitors sensors contentedly::
Captain Sullivan: :::taps back::: *Dinner?*
WillFMarlowe: ::finishes putting his clothes in the closet and other move-y in-y sorts of activities, then contemplates his room::
MajorAZinthys: *When?*
EnsAxelrod: Don't get me wrong, it's a noce ship and all, and the crew seems friendly, but there are times I miss being behind the controls of those fighters.
EnsAxelrod: <<nice*>>
Captain Sullivan: *Tonight?*
VAdm Blackthorne: Captain, I need a list of all qualified fighter pilots on this ship. I have a squadron to deploy.
MajorAZinthys: *10F?*
Captain Sullivan: :::looks at the Admiral::: All systems are functioning at maximum efficiency..... and yes, Sir.
Captain Sullivan: *My place?*
Lt TKirr: ::perks::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: I can see that. I can fly a shuttle. ::Smiles::
MajorAZinthys: *I can do that*
EnsAxelrod: First, the Hawks, then the Rogues, and now I'm hoping to get my kills in the Mustangs you guys have here.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Captain Sullivan: :::puts out a general communique to all personnel to make sure that she receives a copy of any new clearances and qualifications that they may have obtained during the refit.... including that of fighter pilots:::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEET!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Captain Sullivan: Comapny!
Captain Sullivan: Atten-hut!
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: :::gives Drake a cookie::::
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks wide-eyed at it::
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent job, everyone. A bit of time for character development never goes wasted.
Captain Sullivan: And we're all such characters....
WillFMarlowe: . . . . Always ready to leap at the chance to prove our metal. Er, mettle.
Captain Sullivan: Or is that.... prove we're mental?
Ahmai DaCleric: ((::stiffles a giggle::-))
VAdm Blackthorne: I think the latter. Which is why we're getting a counselor.
WillFMarlowe: You could be on to something.
VAdm Blackthorne: Everyone say hello to Ahmai over there, who will be joining us next week as the Counselor!
Captain Sullivan: Greetings, Shrink!
Lt TKirr: Welcome.
Ahmai DaCleric: ::smiles and waves::
EnsAxelrod: Therapy sessions are in order, cool. Welcome.
WillFMarlowe: Hallo, Counselor.
MCptAdamDrake: Boy, do you have your work cut out for you. ::smiles:: Welcome aboard.
Ahmai DaCleric: thanks everyone!
VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for this week. Captain?
Captain Sullivan: Yeah... especially with him. :::points to Drake:::
Captain Sullivan: If you haven't.... don't forget to vote for your pick for American Idol!
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles::
EnsAxelrod: ::Hands Ahmai a PADD.:: Here's the one's you need to look out for, and I think could use some serious therapy.
Captain Sullivan: There are 10 minutes left!
EnsAxelrod: GO RUBEN
Captain Sullivan: 1-866-IDOLS- 02 for Clay.... 01 ffor Ruben.
Ahmai DaCleric: ((the sim goes from 10:30-12am??))
To Lurk Is To Be has entered the room.
EnsAxelrod: Sorry.
MajorAZinthys: Go manufactured singing "talent"!
Captain Sullivan: <<No.... voting for American Idol ends at midnight.>>
Lt TKirr: ::eyes Lurker::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEET! TWEET!
Captain Sullivan: Company!
Captain Sullivan: DIS-missed!
MCptAdamDrake: Night All! :-)
MCptAdamDrake has left the room.
WillFMarlowe: G'night everybody.
Lt TKirr: I've got a comp to restock :-\I'm glad I could make the sim.
MajorAZinthys has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: Good luck, Kirr!
WillFMarlowe has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::saves log as Atlantis01.... again::
EnsAxelrod: See you all next week. Adios Amigos.
To Lurk Is To Be has left the room.
EnsAxelrod has left the room.