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 huh...do 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.
Kiley Airell has left this chat.
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 bleachers...beer 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::
LtAaron Markus has left this chat.
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
VAdm Blackthorne: LALALALALALALALALALALALALA
I CANT HEAR YOU
Lt TKirr: ROFL
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, gnight folks.
LMajAdamDrake: Night!
LtJGNicoleWeis: see ya guys
LtJGNicoleWeis has left this chat.