AIM Chat with ltaaronmarkus, Kiley Airell, LMajAdamDrake, CaptDougMcKnight.

7:28 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: Evening, Admiral.

LtAaron Markus: Admiral on deck!

VAdm Blackthorne: Hey folks

7:30 PM

LMajAdamDrake: Evenin' Admiral.

CaptDougMcKnight: Hmmm...crowd's a little thin tonight. I hope a few more show up.

LtAaron Markus: Me too.

Lt TKirr has joined this chat.

Lt TKirr: Hey, just got EQ2.. hard to tear myself away. =P

LtAaron Markus: EQ2?

VAdm Blackthorne: Tell me about it, I just downloaded the WoW Open Beta

Kiley Airell: bak

Kiley Airell: Hey everyone who entered

Lt TKirr: EverQuest II

LtAaron Markus: Oh...::rolls eyes::

7:35 PM

Kiley Airell: ::laughs:: you ever play that game Aaron?

LtAaron Markus: No.

LtAaron Markus: I play first person shooters.

CaptDougMcKnight: World of Warcraft, huh?

VAdm Blackthorne: Oh...::rolls eyes::

Lt TKirr: Heh heh

CaptDougMcKnight: I was wondering what it would take to tear you away from KOTOR.

Kiley Airell: LOL

LtAaron Markus: Ha ha.

VAdm Blackthorne: j/k

VAdm Blackthorne: Yep, World of Warcraft

LtAaron Markus: KOTOR is good though.

VAdm Blackthorne: I got to play the stress test beta a couple months back and have been lusting for open beta since then.

CaptDougMcKnight: Still playing a dwarf?

VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, probably let the dwarven paladin smite mightily with his hammer of evil smiting.

CaptDougMcKnight: Eh, could be worse.

CaptDougMcKnight: You could be one of those damned elves.

VAdm Blackthorne: Come join me, it's free for the two weeks until release.

VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, I intend on starting up a Tauren for solely elf-smashing duty.

Lt TKirr: I'm a red-haired woodelf... look like Leeloo heh

VAdm Blackthorne: SMASH

Kiley Airell: LOL

VAdm Blackthorne: You love trees so have THIS ONE! ::SMASH::

CaptDougMcKnight: See, a human would just start a forest fire.

VAdm Blackthorne: My Alliance and Horde characters will be on different servers, though. Conflict of interests, otherwise.

LtAaron Markus: LOL

CaptDougMcKnight: Of course.

VAdm Blackthorne: Well, in that case, let's get started.

VAdm Blackthorne: ATTENTION!

CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

LtAaron Markus: ::AA::

Lt TKirr: ::AA::

7:40 PM

LMajAdamDrake: ::@@::

VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight we're all in a swarm of escape pods headed toward the nearby class-M planet from the site of the Constitution's loss.

VAdm Blackthorne: And, since there's only 6 of us, we'll make things interesting by saying we're all in the same pod.

CaptDougMcKnight: Magic edit?

VAdm Blackthorne: Yep, for the sake of a good sim.

CaptDougMcKnight: Fair enough.

VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

Kiley Airell: Yeah

Kiley Airell: How many times are you going to destroy your ship?

VAdm Blackthorne: Atlantis isn't destroyed, what are you talking about?

LtJGNicoleWeis has joined this chat.

VAdm Blackthorne: The last thing anything of ours was blown up was Alexandria, a year and a half ago.

CaptDougMcKnight: (Evening, Weis.)

LtAaron Markus: <<Nicole!>>

VAdm Blackthorne: (Glad to see you made it, Weis!)

LMajAdamDrake: Oh, yeah, damn you for that.

VAdm Blackthorne: Gonna cry about it?

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((::grins:: thanks guys))

LMajAdamDrake: No, I'm at peace - now.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((did we start already?))

Kiley Airell: Funny . . .I've had three characters on here . . . each one has seen one of the ships/stations blow up on her!

VAdm Blackthorne: (Weis, to sum up - we're all in escape pods headed toward the nearby planet, but for the sake of a good sim, we're all in the same one.)

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((okay, thanks ))

VAdm Blackthorne: Any other questions?

Kiley Airell: no Sir

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:45 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

LMajAdamDrake: ::sitting against a window and staring out at space::

LtAaron Markus: ::sitting at the helm of the escape pod piloting it straight toward the planet::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Is seated in a relaxed posture, polishing his rifle to pass the time::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands up and stretches, wishing he'd had time to grab his bottle of english gin::

Kiley Airell: ::sitting in a chair::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::sighs and looks around at the people::

Lt TKirr: ::keeping track of the other pods at a wall panel::

LMajAdamDrake: ::looks around a bit::

CaptDougMcKnight: So, helm lad. What do we know about this rock we're steering toward?

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::the trip begins to remind her of family vacations, minus the yelling of kids in the back::

LtAaron Markus: ::brings up the info on the planet ahead:: Well, it's M class for starters...::waits to get hit over the head::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::chuckles at the thought of one of the crew asking "are we there yet?" and the admiral yelling at them::

LtAaron Markus: <<LOL>>

LMajAdamDrake: {{::Grins::}}

Kiley Airell: ::hits Aaron over the head for him::

CaptDougMcKnight: Uh go on.

LtAaron Markus: Ow! ::looks at Kiley::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::glances over at the violence::

VAdm Blackthorne: Now, don't make me turn this pod around.

7:50 PM

LtAaron Markus: <<LOL>>

LtJGNicoleWeis: (("stop touching me!!!"))

Lt TKirr: ::wonders briefly the benefit of turning around, but dismisses it::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Removes the weapon's power cell to check its remaining charge, as if it wouldn't be fully charged from his lack of firing the rifle::

Kiley Airell: ((LOL!))

Kiley Airell: I sensed that you wanted someone to hit you Aaron ::grins::

LtAaron Markus: It's a lot like earth but not as many trees and there's only 3 main continents.

LMajAdamDrake: ::smiles::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Flashes a half grin at no one in particular at the humor do jour::

VAdm Blackthorne: Inhabitants?

CaptDougMcKnight: Pity...I kinda like trees.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::sits quietly watching everyone else::

LtAaron Markus: ::double checks:: None that we know of, but we're unable to get a reading from this far away.

Lt TKirr: ::sits, concentrating on the panel::

VAdm Blackthorne: That makes things less complicated, then.

LtAaron Markus: ::looks at Kiley with squinted eyes::

LMajAdamDrake: First Contact opportunity nonetheless. ::absently::

Kiley Airell: ::just grins at Aaron::

LtAaron Markus: If there's anyone there...

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Checks his watch to confirm that his duty shift is over before reaching into his uniform jacket, and removing the small bottle of whiskey he pocketed before fleeing the ship::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits back down::

Lt TKirr: Our "First Contact" with that biomass was less than... successful.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::glances at McKnight::

Kiley Airell: Yeah. Someone should have told that biomass that we don't like to be eaten.

7:55 PM

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::wonders if mcknight would share his drink::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Returns the glance before taking a swig, then offering the bottle to his CO:: Care for a dram? It's not gin, but it's still what I call a creature comfort.

LtAaron Markus: It knows now...

Lt TKirr: ::double-checks stability of the other pods, then checks the computer bank she salvaged from the Constitution::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((btw, was anyone injured?))

VAdm Blackthorne: ::gratefully takes the bottles and takes a swig:: Thanks. ::passes it back:: All we need is a campfire and marshmellows.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ohh, make some smores

LtAaron Markus: <<everyone accounted for, I believe>>

LtAaron Markus: <<no major injuries....that I know of>>

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Takes the bottle back, and after a second drink, holds it up for anyone who wants a turn:: That I can't help you with.

LMajAdamDrake: ::reaches for the bottle::

Lt TKirr: ::snorts silently at the sudden sharp scent of alcohol::

LMajAdamDrake: ::takes it from Doug:: Thanks. ::takes a drink and then hands it back::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::knows she can't hold alcohol so doens't take any::

VAdm Blackthorne: Marine, it's a good thing you didn't think to charge for that. It could be valued quite highly. ::laughs::

LtAaron Markus: ::is faintly aware of the alcohol smell::

Lt TKirr: ::wishes she was better equipped with sensors to scan the planet's biology::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Grins at what he strongly suspects of being an outbreak of "Vulcan uppityness"::

Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>

LMajAdamDrake: ::folds his arms and goes back to being distant::

8:00 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Gives Blackthorne a skeptical glance:: If you've got any latinum on you, I wouldn't object.

Lt TKirr: ::puts the back of a hand lightly to her nose::

LtAaron Markus: ::wonders how long it'll take Starfleet to rescue them from the planet::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::gets up and sits down next to adam::

VAdm Blackthorne: Sorry, didn't have a chance to grab any on the way out.

CaptDougMcKnight: Pity.

VAdm Blackthorne: What's the matter, T'Kirr?

Lt TKirr: ::looks up, caught off guard:: Pardon?

Kiley Airell: ((Hey all I hate to do this, but I have to get to bed . . . I have to get up DANG early tomorrow morn))

VAdm Blackthorne: You look like you just smelled a skunk.

CaptDougMcKnight: (Night then, Kiley.)

Lt TKirr: <<Bummer... see you next week!>>

VAdm Blackthorne: (Night, Kiley)

LtAaron Markus: <<'Night Kiley>>

Kiley Airell: ((night all))

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((see ya kiley))

Lt TKirr: ::looks confused, then avoides his gaze:: I'm fine, I assure you.

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LtJGNicoleWeis: ::smiles at adam:: how are you doing?

LMajAdamDrake: It's her Vulcan sense of smell. ::mutters under his breath::

CaptDougMcKnight: Well, that's odd.

VAdm Blackthorne: Ah, you're smelling the whiskey. Care for a little snort? It'll do you good.

Lt TKirr: ::glances sidelong at Drake before returning to the panel::

LtJGNicoleWeis: what was that?

Lt TKirr: ::quietly:: Hardly.

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Gestures to his cat, sleeping off in the corner:: Fuzz ball over there doesn;t seem to mind.

LtAaron Markus: ::snickers from hearing TKirr::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Grins as he offers T'Kirr the bottle:: C'mon, Lieutenant. All the cool kids are doing it.

8:05 PM

Lt TKirr: If you are implying I give in to what humans call "peer pressure", you're sadly mistaken.

VAdm Blackthorne: It's not so much peer pressure, T'Kirr. It's making the best of a bad situation.

LMajAdamDrake: ::takes a glance, shakes his head, and returns to the window::

LtAaron Markus: Oh this isn't so bad...

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::wonders whats up with adam and why he's being rube but shrugs and leaves him for her preveious seat::

VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, it could have been a lot worse.

CaptDougMcKnight: Might help dull that over-active nose of yours. Eh, but it's your call. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.

Lt TKirr: There are side-effects I wish to avoid.

VAdm Blackthorne: Not from one drink with your Vulcan metabolism.

CaptDougMcKnight: Heh, with that Vulcan constitution of yours? I don't think I brought enough for that kind of party. ::Takes a final swig before screwing the top back on, figuring the smell will dissipate before long::

Lt TKirr: ::looks from Blackthorne to McKnight, thinking they're in dire need of entertainment, wishing not to fill the spot::

8:10 PM

Lt TKirr: ::checks their ETA::

LMajAdamDrake: Why don't you just leave her alone? ::head darts around::

VAdm Blackthorne: At ease, Major.

Lt TKirr: ::frowns curiously but doesn't turn around::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::his tone changes::

LtAaron Markus: ::feels the tension rise a little::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Bites back a comment about sand in uncomfortable spots, instead resting his head against the back of his seat, enjoyong that mildly pleasant light headedness::

LMajAdamDrake: ::turns his head to the window and rolls his eyes::

Lt TKirr: ::shifts in her seat::

CaptDougMcKnight: So...anyone heard about any movies coming out while we've been gone?

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::pulls out one of the padds she took from the ship and starts working on some of her reports that are a bit late::

CaptDougMcKnight: I heard they were working on some new Eugenics Wars epic.

VAdm Blackthorne: I know there were some games I'd like to have gotten the stats on.

8:15 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: Hey, you're talking to a baseball fan. It's a long way to Cestus 3.

VAdm Blackthorne: Indeed.

LtAaron Markus: ::makes sure they're on course, puts the pod on autopilot and leans the seat a little to rest::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands up and stretches again::

LtAaron Markus: *back a little.

CaptDougMcKnight: Still...I'm gonna see one of those games with my own eyes some day soon. Nice spot in the and a hot dog. None of this replicated swill.

CaptDougMcKnight: You're all invited, of course.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::puts headphones on and starts listening to Five Iron Frenzy::

VAdm Blackthorne: Sounds like shore leave.

LMajAdamDrake: ::cracks his knuckles obnoxiously::

Lt TKirr: ::glances at the chronometer, noting she'll be awake for twenty-eight hours before they reach the planet::

CaptDougMcKnight: Well, maybe not TOO soon then...but before I hit 40, no question.

LMajAdamDrake: ::runs a hand over his sweat-laden brow::

LtAaron Markus: ::stares out the front window and starts to relax his muscles a little bit at a time::

VAdm Blackthorne: Heh, it's not like 40 is a big deadline.

8:20 PM

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::hums along with one of the songs while working on a report::

Lt TKirr: ::at McKnight's mention of age, ponders about how young most of them are::

Lt TKirr: ::shifts again, finding a more comfortable position::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks over at Drake, notices him sweating:: Are you alright, Major?

LtAaron Markus: ::cringes as his shoulder muscles begin to relax, only now realizing how tense he was::

LMajAdamDrake: ::blinks and then looks to Blackthorne:: Y-y-yes sir. I'm fine.

Lt TKirr: ::looks up, then peers over her shoulder at Drake::

LMajAdamDrake: ::eyes go out the window again::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Glances back at Drake:: Whiskey didn't agree with you, I guess.

LMajAdamDrake: It's not that.

VAdm Blackthorne: So what is it? You look like you're about to pop.

Lt TKirr: ::listens, watching Drake with concern::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::is oblivious to all that is going on::

8:25 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Notes that Weis is off in her own little world, and so silently reaches for the wall panel where the med kit is stored::

LMajAdamDrake: It's nothing. I'm fine. ::avoids eye contact::

Lt TKirr: ::opens her mind:: --What is wrong?--

LMajAdamDrake: ::hears T'Kirr and blinks::

LMajAdamDrake: ::closes his eyes and takes a deep breath:: ~I dislike enclosed spaces.~

CaptDougMcKnight: (Ha ha, weenie.)

Lt TKirr: --Phobia?--

LtAaron Markus: ::feels telepathy being used, but can't tell what's being said or done::

LMajAdamDrake: ::smirks:: ~Something like that.~

LMajAdamDrake: {{S-p}}

CaptDougMcKnight: Drake.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::starts singing one of the songs quietly to herself without thinking::

LMajAdamDrake: ::turns:: Yes?

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Tosses him the bottle:: I'm beginning to think you haven't had enough of this stuff. Let's just say you owe me a bottle.

LMajAdamDrake: ::catches it and takes another mouthful::

LMajAdamDrake: You've got it. ::nods and smiles:: Thanks.

Lt TKirr: --I understand some of what you are going through. Let me know if I can be of help.-- ::glances at McKnight before returning to the scanners::

CaptDougMcKnight: Hey, cause of and solution to all of life's problems.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles::

VAdm Blackthorne: Amazing how that works.

8:30 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: I think there may even be a bit of irony in there.

LMajAdamDrake: ~Thank you.~

CaptDougMcKnight: Lemme know when you're properly drunk. I'll start telling Klingon jokes.

LtAaron Markus: ::is very curious about the telepathy, but can't tell who it's coming from::

Lt TKirr: <<Hm, thought.. would drunkeness heighten or dull telepathy =P>>

CaptDougMcKnight: (Maybe we'll find out.)

VAdm Blackthorne: (( Alcohol is a depressant, so it would probably dull it. ))

Lt TKirr: <<Heh...>>

Lt TKirr: <<Aye, but depressing the link, or the wall?>>

VAdm Blackthorne: ::picking up on the telepathy too, but doesn't care who it's coming from as it's not his business::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Can't detect the telepathy, but likely wouldn;t be paying attention even if he could::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((is everyone telepathic?))

LtAaron Markus: ::realizes it's probably TKirr on one end and looks at her for a brief moment and wonders who she'd be talking to::

CaptDougMcKnight: (Psi-null here.)

Lt TKirr: <<Just in Vulcan way here>>

VAdm Blackthorne: ((half Betazoid))

LtJGNicoleWeis: ((ahh, i see))

LtAaron Markus: <<1/4 Vulcan>>

CaptDougMcKnight: (Pure blood monkey man.)

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:35 PM

Lt TKirr: ::pauses::

LtAaron Markus: ::paused::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::paused::

VAdm Blackthorne: Lieutenant JG Nicole Weis, front and center!

Lt TKirr:

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::jumps and shyly moves forward::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes her::

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VAdm Blackthorne: You're not centered.

LtAaron Markus has joined this chat.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::moves a little to the left::

LtJGNicoleWeis: is taht better sir

LtJGNicoleWeis: ?

VAdm Blackthorne: Yes.

VAdm Blackthorne: Dammit.

VAdm Blackthorne: Zinthys isn't here.

VAdm Blackthorne: Drake, find me The Box!

8:40 PM

LMajAdamDrake: Oh!

LMajAdamDrake: ::starts throwing shit::

LMajAdamDrake: Where the hell does Zinthys find ANYTHING.

LMajAdamDrake: ::grabs a box::

LMajAdamDrake: AHA!

LMajAdamDrake: ::looks at it:: Zinthys is a smoker?

LtJGNicoleWeis: ewwww, adam is throwing shit

LMajAdamDrake: Whatever.

LtJGNicoleWeis: what is he, a monkey?

LMajAdamDrake: ::starts rummaging:: Ah, here it is!

LMajAdamDrake: ::hands the Admiral THE BOX::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::taps foot::

VAdm Blackthorne: There we go.

VAdm Blackthorne: Ms. Weis, what do you have to say for yourself?

LtJGNicoleWeis: um, nah, i htink i'm good

VAdm Blackthorne: Speak!

LtJGNicoleWeis: alright alright, don't get your panties in a twist

Lt TKirr:

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Mouths "Force choke?"::

VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, drop and give me twenty for that attitude.

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::shakes head::

8:45 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: ::stares::

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::pouts and gets down and does twenty::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::clears throat:: Now, aside from this little problem, I'm told that you're eligible for promotion!

LtJGNicoleWeis: am i?

LtJGNicoleWeis: man thats rock star

VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes out a super-sharp pip from The Box::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::holds it above his head, the point gleaming::

VAdm Blackthorne: Do you feel that you deserve this?

LtJGNicoleWeis: ::raises eyebrow::

LtJGNicoleWeis: well, it depends on what your going to do to me with it

LtAaron Markus: ::gets a really thick band-aid from the medkit ready::

VAdm Blackthorne: Good answer.

VAdm Blackthorne: By the powers vested in me by the Tsarina of Tokyo, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant on the USS Atlantis. May Bob have jerky in your bowl.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::pips her, drawing blood::

Lt TKirr: ::claps::

LtJGNicoleWeis: owww

VAdm Blackthorne: Congratulations!

Lt TKirr: ::gets the medkit for Weis::

LtAaron Markus: ::applauds::

LMajAdamDrake: There's no Tsarina of Tokyo.

LMajAdamDrake: ::claps anyway::

VAdm Blackthorne: Shhhhh.

LtJGNicoleWeis: thank you sir ::tries not to cry at the pain::

8:50 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: Well, that's all for this week. Dismissed!

LtAaron Markus has left this chat.

LMajAdamDrake: I suppose you're going to tell me there's a Queen of America too, hmmm?

LtJGNicoleWeis: LOL

LtJGNicoleWeis: good movie


Lt TKirr: ROFL

VAdm Blackthorne: Well, gnight folks.

LMajAdamDrake: Night!

LtJGNicoleWeis: see ya guys

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