You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Admiral!
VAdm Blackthorne: Hello everyone
LtDougMcKnight has entered the room.
LtDougMcKnight: Evening, folks.
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Doug!
CptKetchum has left the room.
LtDougMcKnight: So, if memory serves, I was promised a heaping helping of adventure, with a side of mystery when last we gathered. :-)
LtDougMcKnight: And also, hey there Ketchum.
EnsnDakota Ellis: Hi guys
LtDougMcKnight: Allo, Ellis.
ElRiov trIdrys: And if memory serves, I was just getting a ride off the bridge to my quarters when last we met. :-)
MCptAdamDrake: Heya Dak!
EnsAxelrod has entered the room.
LtDougMcKnight: And McKnight was off playing amateur photographer on the holodeck. He's in desperate need of something to shoot.
LtDougMcKnight: Heya, Axel.
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Axe!
EnsAxelrod: Hello all.
EnsnDakota Ellis
: sorry about the late reply.. I was reading penny arcade
CptKetchum has entered the room.
LtDougMcKnight: "God. Damnit. You can;t crank the crest, alright? It's uncrankable."
LtDougMcKnight: I so love that for once, I get their jokes instead of just laughing at the swears.
EnsnDakota Ellis: "I have a rooster key."
LtDougMcKnight: "Great! If we come across any chicken doors, I'll let you know!"
EnsnDakota Ellis: lol
MCptAdamDrake: ::grins::
LtDougMcKnight: I still love thir tribute to Star Trek.
EnsnDakota Ellis: LOL
LtDougMcKnight: "Shall I set a course for Heatonia, Captain?"
LtDougMcKnight: "Sure, ensign fuck stick! Ensign pole vaulter! Ensign fucking stupid asshole!"
MCptAdamDrake: ::sits in the corner and props up his feet::
ElRiov trIdrys: ::remembers that bad, bad log:: O:-)
EnsnDakota Ellis: I like the claw shrimp
LtDougMcKnight: Alright, my memory seems to have blanked on this repeatedly. What on Earth was the claw shrimp?
EnsnDakota Ellis: a very deadly shrimp that Gab got stabbed over
ElRiov trIdrys: Who did?
LtDougMcKnight: Can you give me a ball park estimate when this strip was? A month ago? A year ago?
VAdm Blackthorne: Hey folks, sorry about the delay. I think we should get started.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes out his own Whistle of Earpiercing Death +5 and blows:: Attention on Deck!
ElRiov trIdrys: ::AA::
EnsAxelrod: ::ΔΕ::
: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight the Atlantis is en route to Earth after resolving the Mreian narcolepsy problem.
VAdm Blackthorne: Things are quiet aboard ship right now...
VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
LtDougMcKnight: Nope.
ElRiov trIdrys: nada
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: No, sir.
EnsnDakota Ellis: Nope no questions ( 2-06-19&res=l)
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
LtDougMcKnight: (Bless you.)
EnsnDakota Ellis: (welcome)
VAdm Blackthorne: ::in his ready room, examining the status of Third Fleet::
MCptAdamDrake: ::walking down the corridor with ???? Idrys::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::trying to catch a quick nap in her quarters::
EnsAxelrod: ::In Fighter Bay finishing tests on the fighters.::
ElRiov trIdrys: Quite an impressive ship you have Sir.
ElRiov trIdrys: ( Ens. Hakim Idrys )
VAdm Blackthorne: ( Idrys #4235 Mark VIII) :-)
ElRiov trIdrys: ( ::nodnod:: You got that right Admiral )
LtDougMcKnight: ::Sits in the officer's lounge, drinking a beer, all the while missing the much less genteel, more unreserved company of the enlisted lounge::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::deccides it's a no go and gets up and picks up baby toys as she makes her way to the door::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: We try our best. So, are you fresh from the academy?
ElRiov trIdrys: ::nods:: Indeed I am Sir. My first posting.
ElRiov trIdrys: ( yeah right ... :-P )
CptKetchum has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: Well, I hope everything is superb. If you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask me.
EnsAxelrod: ((Hakim Abdul-Javar))
: ::Shudders as he actually hears some vapid, painfully white pair at the next table discussing the newest play from Tarsek V:: College degree just doesn't cut's not like I'd blab about the quickest way to gut a Jem' Hadar.
ElRiov trIdrys: ::nods:: I'll be sure to remember that, Sir. And thank you. ::arrives at quarters::
LtDougMcKnight: Doesn't anyone talk about sports anymore?
MCptAdamDrake: Here you go, and smooth sailing Mr. Idrys. ::nods and turns and heads down the hallway to his quarters::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::walks out into the hallway, trying to get her uniform jacket back on while kicking blocks back into her quarters::
ElRiov trIdrys: ::heads into quarters, sets bag down, walks over to bed::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Makes a mental note that for future visits to the lounge, he'll probably just sit up at the bar from now on. You can still get a pretty good view of the stars if you posotion yourself over by the door:::
EnsAxelrod: Running fine. Next. ::Moves onto the last fighter.::
: ::sits in his quarters, then gets up and walks out:: +Axelrod+ Drake to Axelrod.
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::heads for the lounge in hopes of having a conversation with someone a little older then nine months::
ElRiov trIdrys: ::hears noise ... gets up and walks in direction of sonic shower ... wonders What the devil is going on here?::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles as he looks at himself, still doing desk work this late, and wishes for the old days::
ElRiov trIdrys: Excuse me? Is there someone in here? I was assigned these quarters ... ::does mental double take:: Oh, no ...
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Go ahead sir.
ElRiov trIdrys: T'NaluMor > ::pops out of shower wearing towel:: Hakim! Long time no see! ::smooches him but something awful::
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ What are you doing right now, Axe?
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::walks into the lounge and up to the bar. orders a drink and looks around::
ElRiov trIdrys: Mmmmmmmmmpppphhhhh hhhhhhhhhrrrrmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!! ::gasps::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Idrys - Do you have stairs in your house?>>
LtDougMcKnight: ::Grins slightly at the entry of his ood shipmate, and waves her over to his table:: Shooting pointlessly at a furry dragon is sorta like a war story.
ElRiov trIdrys: Let me come up for AIR at least!!
ElRiov trIdrys: ( one story, Sir )
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Never mind, then!>>
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Finishing the last test on the fighters sir.
EnsnDakota Ellis
: (Old or odd there, McKnight>)
EnsnDakota Ellis: *?
ElRiov trIdrys: ( T'Nal is ... everywhere. Follows me like a curse. )
LtDougMcKnight: (Whoops, typos are something awful. Old.)
ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > Oh come on now, Hakkie. It's just like old days at the Academy!
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ Up for some Handball?
ElRiov trIdrys: ::grimaces:: Don't call me that in front of the others ... *please*.
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::walks over to McKnight:: So is being attacked by sheep wearing fleet uniforms..
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Handball sir?
: +Axelrod+ It's a game.
LtDougMcKnight: ::Grins:: Oh yeah, although then, something goes down, even if it's not the right something. Also, remind me to mutter more softly.
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ I was going to see if I could rope together some players - unless you'd rather play tennis
MCptAdamDrake: ?
ElRiov trIdrys: ::sighs and sits down on the bed while T'Nal preens:: I suppose you got assigned Medical too?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::forces himself to put down the padd and exit the RR::
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Wait, wait, let me guess. You hit a ball with your hand?
has entered the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the TL:: Deck 10.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Evening, Major.>>
ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::grins:: Yup. Hey ... how'd you guess? I got here and it was supposed to be a complete surprise.
MajorAZinthys: <<::Runs in, huffing and puffing::>>
ElRiov trIdrys: ::rolls eyes:: Lucky guess I suppose. ::buries face in hands::
LtDougMcKnight: So tell me, Ellis. Is there a class in being bone-breakingly boring at the Academy, or do your uniforms just come extra starched?
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::sits across from him:: I'll just have to be more careful of what I over here..
MCptAdamDrake: +Drake+ Yes, you up for it?
LtDougMcKnight: ::Motions around at the merrily chatting officers seated around him::
EnsAxelrod: ::Finishes test.::
: +Drake+ Sure, I guess.
: I mean Christ, I'm not even up to pretending to be cultured on Earth. Tarsek V? Where in the hell is Tarsek?
EnsnDakota Ellis: It's in the Nioralin sector..
EnsnDakota Ellis: bunch of wine drinking greek wannabes
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ I'll meet you in holodeck two.
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks into the Crew Lounge and looks around::
EnsnDakota Ellis: Got to spend two weeks there when my mother felt I needed more culture in my life.. ::rolls eyes::
LtDougMcKnight: See, there you go! That's why I can't be bothered to learn about all that many "cultures" outside the Sol system. Humans have thought up most of this crap, we just knew not to listen to it.
LtDougMcKnight: I mean hey. The Vulcans? Sure, they've perfected the art of being mind-numbingly Turn-your-brain-to-tapioca boring, but logic? We got that already.
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::laughs a little::
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Yes sir, I'll meet you there.
: ::sees Dakota and McKnight - saunters over to them::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters Ten Forward and takes in the scene::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Clears his throat a little as his memory reminds him of a little something about the woman sitting across from him, as well as the soft ridge on her nose:: Bajorans though; they're cool.
LtDougMcKnight: The earrings. Very chiche.
MajorAZinthys: ::Wakes up and streteches::
: And the last name after the Mr. Darned if that doesn;t knock your socks off.
EnsAxelrod: ::Gathers up the tools and heads out of the fighterbay.:: Adios my darlings. I'll be back soon.
EnsnDakota Ellis
: ::groans:: God the ear rings.. The whole time I was at home my mother complated about me not wearing on
EnsnDakota Ellis: e
EnsnDakota Ellis: Then she goes and buys one for *my* son behind my back..
VAdm Blackthorne: ::heads over to the pool table::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Chuckles:: Christ Ellis, and you're how old now? That's what mothers are for.
ElRiov trIdrys: Well ... I suppose we should be going ... as long as we have time off on our way to Earth.
ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::finishes dressing, stands:: So what are we waiting for?
EnsnDakota Ellis: yeah well Bajoran mothers are worse
MCptAdamDrake: +Axelrod+ Axe, scratch that...I'll have to catch you at another time...
MajorAZinthys: <<T'Nal? Am I on the right ship?>>
: ::walks over to the Admiral:: Sir, you play? ::motions to the Pool table::
VAdm Blackthorne: A litt.e
VAdm Blackthorne: (little(
LtDougMcKnight: Well, they're safely out-numbered where we're going. You got family on Earth, Ellis?
EnsnDakota Ellis: I can see Noah saying that in about 15 years ::laughs:: It'll happen one day when I'm not looking.. I'll turn into *her*
ElRiov trIdrys: (( she's everywhere ... ;-) ))
MajorAZinthys: <<So I see>>
: Would you like to play? ::grabs a stick::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::nods:: My father is Human.. He and my mother still live on the rez in New Mexico..
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ ::Tries to hide joy.:: That's too bad sir. Maybe some other time. ::Thinks.:: I hope I don't regret that.
: Ahhh. A day off.
ElRiov trIdrys
: ::heads out of quarters with T'Nal::
VAdm Blackthorne: Sure.
MCptAdamDrake: ::racks them up::
VAdm Blackthorne: What's your game of choice?
MajorAZinthys: ::Rolls over and finds, rather uncomfortably, the space next to him unoccupied::
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::takes a cue::
EnsnDakota Ellis: What about you? Anyone you looking to checking in with>
ElRiov trIdrys: ::heads into TL:: Deck 10. ::TL moves::
MajorAZinthys: ::Lays on his back, limbs splayed out, and sighs deeply::
: Oh, the folks are up in New England. And with any luck, we might be there for a bit. Unless the Borg or God knows who shows up to lend a hand, it's just the beauracrats to decide where to send us next.
ElRiov trIdrys: ::TL doors open, steps out with T'Nal::
MCptAdamDrake: Straight 8-Ball. ::grins::
LtDougMcKnight: And for them to decide on anything, they need to drag those fat asses out of their Barca Loungers. So I've got a decrnt chance of seeing the New England autumn.
LtDougMcKnight: (decent)
VAdm Blackthorne: ::cryptically smiles, 8-ball being an amateur's game, and not straight pool::
EnsAxelrod: ::Heads into TL.:: Engineering.
VAdm Blackthorne
: Alright, then. You break.
EnsnDakota Ellis: (sounds like someone's more of a 9-ball man)
ElRiov trIdrys: ::enters 10 Forward with T'Nal::
MajorAZinthys: <<I like 2 ball kinda guys>>
VAdm Blackthorne
: (( There's a reason the world billiards championships are 9-ball ))
MajorAZinthys: <<::ducks::>>
: ::Frowns as he thinks over what he just said:: Actually, technically they don't. But beuracrats are also stupid so...should be covered, unless...
MCptAdamDrake: ::sets up and shoots - knocking in nothing::
EnsnDakota Ellis: I wonder if I could get away with not spending that much time at home..
ElRiov trIdrys: ::finds a seat with her::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Indicates Blackthorne with his thumb:: Well, maybe the CO over there's a go-getter. I've never understood people who quest for more work, but hey, I'm not meant to understand the brass.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::studies the table::
EnsnDakota Ellis: That's what makes her you the shoot now, later and then a little more kind, McKnight
MCptAdamDrake: ::leans on his stick, watching the Admiral::
EnsnDakota Ellis: (take out her. I swear my typing is getting worse. I blame Glenn for teaching me html)
LtDougMcKnight: ::Takes another sip of his beer:: Whatever works, Ellis. And shooting them usually works.
MajorAZinthys: <<Sure. Blame Glenn. He's the easy scapegoat.>>
: I'll tell you one thing I can't wait for. Everything. Hot dogs off a grill, real trees, unrecycled air...
VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes a shot and sinks the 14, getting position on the 12 with left-hand english::
EnsnDakota Ellis: unless your on a psy moon. Then you really don't know who your shooting at..
EnsAxelrod: ::Exits TL and enters Main Engineering. Puts the tools back and exits. Heads back to TL.:: Deck 17.
EnsnDakota Ellis
: (He's also the most fun to blame.. lol)
LtDougMcKnight: Point taken. That's knife work.
ElRiov trIdrys: ( but of course ;-) )
EnsnDakota Ellis: How very Klingon sounding.. ::laughs::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::sinks the 12 on his second shot, banking off a rail for position on the 15::
LtDougMcKnight: You know, I'd really like to see if I can't get my truck out of storage. It's a real pickup truck. Got one of those Cleaner than...something really damned clean engines, but it still hugs the road. Tires are the way to go.
EnsnDakota Ellis: a truck? There's still places to drive things like that?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::hits the 15, but doesn't sink it, leaving it blocking the pocket, and plays the cueball behind three of his balls::
ElRiov trIdrys: So ... where would au like to go, dear? Any place special?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks like he missed, but instead gave himself an easy shot next time and left Drake with no shot::
VAdm Blackthorne: Drat.
EnsAxelrod: ::Exits TL and proceeds to quarters. Enters quarters and heads for closet. Changes into swim trunks and grabs longboard. Lays the board on the bed and begins waxing it up.::
ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::bedroomy eyes and all:: Any place with you would be wonderful, Hakkie.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at his shot:: Well, thank you for such a wonderful shot. ::looks carefully::
ElRiov trIdrys: ::grits teeth, qw:: Shhhh ... careful how loud you say that ... ::looks around::
LtDougMcKnight: The US has a highway system more complex than one of Drake's better gadgets. What were they gonna do with it? Tear it up and throw the chunks at Trick or Treaters?
MCptAdamDrake: ::aims, and then stops::
EnsnDakota Ellis: yes but most of that high way is over run with hovercars
MCptAdamDrake: ::aims up and jumps the cue over Blackthorne's balls and hits the 2 in::
EnsnDakota Ellis: besides transpoters are faster and there's tranport stations everywhere
LtDougMcKnight: That's just it. Everyone wants fast. Instant transport, instant food, instant everything. Nothing's hands on anymore.
EnsAxelrod: Maybe when we get back to Earth we can ride some real waves. ::Finishes waxing the board and heads of for the TL.::
: ::looks at the shot - he has none::
EnsAxelrod: ((off*))
: ::aims and banks it off the corner, sinking the 5 and rolling near the 6::
EnsnDakota Ellis: I agree with the looking forward to the real food.. I know my father will be planning a BBQ
MCptAdamDrake: ::aims again, shoots, misses the 6 and it rolls into the center of the table::
LtDougMcKnight: Me, just as soon as I manage the time, I wanna drive, yes DRIVE a few days, clear to Montana. I've got this nice little secluded cabin up there, by a lake no less. And no matter how fast you can get there, no one goes to Montana.
ElRiov trIdrys: ::ponders:: Cairo. ... A beautiful city.
ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::smiles:: Cairo it is, then.
LtDougMcKnight: And I can barbecue with the best of them. Hot dogs and/or burgers off the grill, and a beer to wash it down...nothing better.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at the table, his 15 still sitting in the pocket::
ElRiov trIdrys: You won't regret it. Fine food, beautiful sights ... ::looks her up and down:: Perhaps you'd enjoy trying belly dancing?
EnsAxelrod: ::Enters TL.:: Holodeck 2. ::Rides TL and exits. Heads to and enters Holodeck 2.:: Computer load program Surf Santa Cruz.
EnsnDakota Ellis
: ribs, racks and racks of fresh ribs..
VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes a shot on the 13 with bottom english, sinking it and rolling the cue back to the center of the table::
ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::eyes light up:: Really? Now that sounds fun.
VAdm Blackthorne: (( LOL, Santa Cruz - hope you have an insulated wetsuit...))
LtDougMcKnight: Real beer mind you. German maybe. The Ferengi may be everywhere else, but they and their damned synthehol can stay the hell out of my leave.
EnsAxelrod: ::Holodeck turns into the Santa Cruz beach with the Boardwalk in the background and some killer waves rolling in.::
EnsnDakota Ellis
: If you wanna a ferengi free leave then you'd have to spend it in Montana
EnsAxelrod: ((I'll just freeze. No pain no gain. :-)))
VAdm Blackthorne
: (( Enjoy choking on your testicles! ))
LtDougMcKnight: (lol)
VAdm Blackthorne: ::plays a billiard off the 9 into the 11, sinking the 11::
MCptAdamDrake: {{::laughs::}}
EnsAxelrod: ((It will be an enjoyable experience. But I have seen some hardcores go in the trunks on nice hot summer days...))
VAdm Blackthorne
: (( Poor fools. That water is freaking Arctic.))
ElRiov trIdrys: (( same thing in San Francisco ))
EnsnDakota Ellis: (makes it great for polor bear swims.. lol)
LtDougMcKnight: No Ferengi, no replicator, hell, I don't even want a damned vid screen. Maybe an air conditioner.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::finally takes the easy shot on the 15 to get the cue back someplace usable::
EnsAxelrod: Computer load music. Axelrod Surfing List 1.
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::sinks the 15, sets himself up for the 9::
EnsnDakota Ellis: Sounds like where I grew up once we hit Earth.. Personally I think I'll be heading for the Mark Hopkins..
EnsAxelrod: ::Wipeout begins to play.:: Here goes nothing. ::Dives into the surf and begins paddling out.:: Hooahh.
: <<How appropriate...>>
LtDougMcKnight: You'll be going to who in the what now?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::cuts the 9 in the side, sending the cue toward the 10, and sinking it too::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::pats the side pocket beside him:: 8-ball, right here.
MCptAdamDrake: ::leans on cue::
EnsnDakota Ellis: A hotel.. A very posh hotel in San Francisco..
VAdm Blackthorne: ::makes the bank shot to sink the 8::
MCptAdamDrake: Well played, Admiral. ::Grins::
VAdm Blackthorne: Thanks.
VAdm Blackthorne: Fighter jocks play a lot of pool, y'know.
LtDougMcKnight: ::Nods appreciatively:: Good choice. Hell of a view in San Fran, even if you'd need a damned hover car to get up those damned streets.
EnsAxelrod: ::Paddles out far enough and gets up on a wave.::
: ::grins:: You ever play Handball?
EnsAxelrod: ((Use a futuristic cable car...))
ElRiov trIdrys: ( and even in the 25th century Lombard snakes and twists and turns like you wouldn't believe )
LtDougMcKnight: I'll bet Noah oughtta get a kick out of that?
VAdm Blackthorne: (( 24th century Powell St. line still using the wooden turnaround... lol ))
VAdm Blackthorne: Can't say that I ave.
EnsnDakota Ellis: great for running though. Spent most of my academy mornings running those streets.. Only to lose the effect it had carring around a rather large human beach ball..
VAdm Blackthorne: Basketball's my game.
VAdm Blackthorne: Football, too.
EnsnDakota Ellis: He gets a kick out of everything
EnsnDakota Ellis: He's still trying to figure out where the hiss comes from when the doors open
LtDougMcKnight: ::Smiles ruefully:: Remind me to kick the living crap out of Oriana Bell next time I see her.
LtDougMcKnight: (Um...unless we never DID find out that was all her fault.)
EnsAxelrod: ::Dives into the pipeline and rides it out.::
EnsnDakota Ellis
: (I don't think we did. But who knows.)
MCptAdamDrake: Basketball, huh? We'll have to play one-on-one sometime.
VAdm Blackthorne: Sure thing. I hope I'm not getting too old for it. ::chuckles::
EnsnDakota Ellis: Have you seen your son since coming back to normal space?
MCptAdamDrake: It'll at least be a leg up for me if you are. ::Grins:: You skunked me at pool - I could use all the help I could get.
VAdm Blackthorne: That is one game that one gets better at with age, at least.
VAdm Blackthorne: I don't think i ever saw my father lose a game.
LtDougMcKnight: Um...that's a no. Being back here opens up the option, and of course I've been keeping in touch with Laurelle over sub space, but...
EnsAxelrod: ::Music changes to "Beach Boys - California Girls."::
VAdm Blackthorne
: But I never saw him throw a 50 yard touchdown pass, either.
LtDougMcKnight: You know her dad captain the Independence? It's something to keep in mind when I finally do manage a visit. I mean hey, who does a dad love if not the felle who boned his daughter?
LtDougMcKnight: (fella)
MCptAdamDrake: ::grins:: My father didn't like anything but alcohol. ::shakes head::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::laughs::
EnsnDakota Ellis: I'll trade you for the father who doesn't even know his son has a son..
MCptAdamDrake: I was never into sports - ever.
VAdm Blackthorne: Pity. You could probably be a decent wide receiver.
MCptAdamDrake: My focus was to get good grades and specialize in a field where I know I could make a difference; you know, the typical dreams to aspire to be a wonderful Starfleet Officer.
LtDougMcKnight: To be honest, that whole thing threw everyone for a loop, but...I think I'm still spinning. I mean, I'm 36's the sorta age where I certainly hadn't ruled out the option of having a family, but I was realistically thinking
MCptAdamDrake: Decent. ::smiles:: Thanks, I guess.
LtDougMcKnight: of putting it off until I was old enough that it'd be really creepy.
LtDougMcKnight: ::Runs a hand through his hair:: This stuff is bound to start graying one of these days.
ElRiov trIdrys: ::sipping at drinks with T'Nal and enjoying the hell out of the lounge::
EnsAxelrod: I wish they all could be California Girls. ::Hops into the water. Then regrets it and hops back onto his board.:: Whoa!!!!! Cold, cold.
VAdm Blackthorne
: That's the best you'd get out of me until I saw you play.
EnsnDakota Ellis: That's what nice-and-easy number 34 is for.. Trust me my mother lives by it..
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods::
EnsAxelrod: Computer change water temperature to 70 degrees farenheit and air temperature to 93 degrees farenheit.
VAdm Blackthorne
: Focusing solely on academics is admirable, but involvement in sports is good for the body and builds character.
LtDougMcKnight: Ah hey, I was talking about me. You, on the other hand, have that whole "Monica from FRIENDS look to you". That'll carry you to 35, hell, 37 easy.
VAdm Blackthorne: Gives you good memories, too. I'll never forget quarterbacking the Academy football team for my junior and senior years.
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::laughs::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Considers that that was probably an indecipherable comment:: History degree. They watched a lot of TV in the 20th century.
MCptAdamDrake: I did the jock's homework. ::grins::
ElRiov trIdrys: ( at least he didn't say Rachel ... ;-) )
MajorAZinthys: <<Yeah, 'cause the jock beat the crap out of you if you didn't>>
VAdm Blackthorne: I did my own homework.
EnsnDakota Ellis: Funny I would have peged myself more of an Angilina Jolie cera the Gigi movie type..
LtDougMcKnight: ::Vaguely overhears Drake and Blackthorne, the sound just carrying far enough to reach his sensitive ears:: Homework's for dorks.
EnsnDakota Ellis: Well the look any way.. Not the other stuff.. ::laughs::
MCptAdamDrake: That's good. ::turns, hearing McKnight::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Wasn't actually talking to any of the pool jockies::
EnsAxelrod: ::Paddles back out.::
EnsnDakota Ellis
: I don't think I did much home work at school until I got to the academy.. I pertty much partied though freshmen year
EnsnDakota Ellis: There was always a geek with a crush on me to do it for me..
LtDougMcKnight: Yeah, I enlisted at 18. Not so big with the raves at boot camp.
VAdm Blackthorne: Anyway, good game.
MajorAZinthys: <<LoL @ Dakota>>
MCptAdamDrake: Yes, sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SiM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
MCptAdamDrake: ::paused::
EnsnDakota Ellis: paused
ElRiov trIdrys: ::desuaP::
LtDougMcKnight: paused
EnsAxelrod: ::Paused::
: ::Blows into the whistle::
ElRiov trIdrys: ::AA::
EnsAxelrod: ::ΔΕ::
: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: Attention!!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::AA::
LtDougMcKnight: ::AA::
LtDougMcKnight: (Damnit, tricked again by the friggin whistle!)
VAdm Blackthorne: Axelrod, front and center!
EnsAxelrod: ::Steps forward.::
: ::Moves a little to the left.::
VAdm Blackthorne
: Center.
EnsAxelrod: ::Moves more to the left.::
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::zaps him::
EnsAxelrod: ::Grimaces.::
: Um...perhaps he was standing to the right of center, sir?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps McKnight::
LtDougMcKnight: Ow.
LtDougMcKnight: Sir.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Stifles a laugh::
VAdm Blackthorne: Ensign, I was under the impression that I had already promoted you to Lieutenant JG, but it appears I dreamed that.
LtDougMcKnight: (lol)
VAdm Blackthorne: So, here's your promotion... but you still have to be hazed.
VAdm Blackthorne: Major, the Jar please?
LtDougMcKnight: ::Takes a deep breath, preparing to get his chant on::
MajorAZinthys: ::hands Ian "the jar"::
VAdm Blackthorne: So, I think you know the drill... before making JG, every Atlantis crewmember must...
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gestures for everyone to begin The Chant::
LtDougMcKnight: EAT A BUG!
MCptAdamDrake: EAT A BUG!
VAdm Blackthorne: Eat. A. Bug.
MCptAdamDrake: EAT A BUG!
LtDougMcKnight: EAT A BUG!
VAdm Blackthorne: ::hands him the jar:: Your choice.
MCptAdamDrake: EAT A BUG!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
LtDougMcKnight: EAT A BUG!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
MajorAZinthys: EAT A BUG!
LtDougMcKnight: EAT A BUG!
MCptAdamDrake: EAT A BUG!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
LtDougMcKnight: EAT A BUG!
VAdm Blackthorne: EAT A BUG!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
MCptAdamDrake: EAT A BUG!
EnsnDakota Ellis: Eat a Bug!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
EnsnDakota Ellis: Eat a Bug!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
VAdm Blackthorne: EAT A BUG!
MCptAdamDrake: EAT A BUG!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
EnsnDakota Ellis: Eat a Bug!
ElRiov trIdrys: EAT A BUG!
EnsnDakota Ellis: Eat a Bug!
EnsAxelrod: ::Chooses the earthworm.:: Cheers Mate. ::Gulps it down without chewing.::
: WOO!
LtDougMcKnight: ::Sighs:: They never chew...
ElRiov trIdrys: ::clappityclappityclapclap::
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent!
LtDougMcKnight: I mean...WOO! YOU DA MAN!
VAdm Blackthorne: ::pins the JG pip on him::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Drawing blood::
MajorAZinthys: ::applauds::
LtDougMcKnight: ::claps::
MCptAdamDrake: ::claps::
VAdm Blackthorne: One other announcement...
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::hands him a band-aide::
EnsAxelrod: Thank you sir. ::Steps back into the line.::
VAdm Blackthorne
: Congratulations to Lt. McKnight for winning LotM for September with "Dogs of War, And All That Good Stuff"!
: ::Claps his hands to his face in the style of Kevin McCallister::
EnsnDakota Ellis: ::claps and cheers for McKnight::
MCptAdamDrake: ::claps:: Congrats!
MajorAZinthys: ::applauds::
ElRiov trIdrys: ::clapclapclap:: 'Grats!
EnsAxelrod: Congratulations.
: Well, slap my ass and call me Susan.
MCptAdamDrake: ::slaps his ass:: Hey Susan.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps Drake::
ElRiov trIdrys: LOL!
MajorAZinthys: ::bites his lip on that one::
MCptAdamDrake: Ouch! He told me to! ::points::
LtDougMcKnight: ::Grins in Grinch-like fashion::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps him again::
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, that's all for tonight. Major?
MCptAdamDrake: Would you stop that!?
MajorAZinthys: ::blows into whistle::
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps away::
MCptAdamDrake: That hurts!
MajorAZinthys: Dismissed!
MajorAZinthys: Quit whining, you wussy
EnsnDakota Ellis: but it's so funny to watch that look on face
EnsAxelrod: Adios everybody.
has left the room.
ElRiov trIdrys: niters
MCptAdamDrake has left the room.
ElRiov trIdrys has left the room.
EnsnDakota Ellis: Laters peeps
VAdm Blackthorne: Of course it hurts, that's the point. ::Rolls eyes::
MajorAZinthys has left the room.
EnsnDakota Ellis has left the room.
LtDougMcKnight: Well, night then.