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7:01:33 PM majdougmcknight: Evening, folks.

7:01:38 PM vadmblackthorne: Hiya.

7:02:20 PM lcdrtkirr: Hi

7:05:35 PM vadmblackthorne: Hm, where is our Blue Man.

7:06:24 PM majdougmcknight: An excellent question.

Cmdr Shelev joined the chat (7:07:21 PM)

7:08:22 PM vadmblackthorne: There is the Blue Man.

7:08:29 PM majdougmcknight: Indeed.

7:08:43 PM cmdrshelev: The rest of the group will be along shortly

7:11:57 PM vadmblackthorne: Atlantis turned 9 on Wednesday. :)

7:12:29 PM majdougmcknight: God, was that 8 year anniversary in Ten Forward really that long ago?

7:12:55 PM vadmblackthorne: Yep.

7:13:23 PM majdougmcknight: Wow.

7:14:56 PM vadmblackthorne: So, in the spirit of things, I think there needs to be a party!

7:15:37 PM vadmblackthorne: Poker game or Ten Forward?

7:15:57 PM majdougmcknight: I say we try and make the Vulcan drink again.

7:16:22 PM lcdrtkirr: o.0

7:17:06 PM majdougmcknight: A poker game just doesn't seem quite...festive enough for an anniversary.

7:17:15 PM vadmblackthorne: Sounds cool to me. Party in Ten Forward!

7:17:20 PM majdougmcknight: But peer pressure is always fun.

7:17:51 PM vadmblackthorne: BEGIN PARTY

7:17:53 PM vadmblackthorne: BEGIN PARTY

7:17:55 PM vadmblackthorne: BEGIN PARTY

7:18:29 PM cmdrshelev: (( wait are we still escorting xindi or does no one give a shit))

7:18:37 PM vadmblackthorne: ::already in Ten-Forward, having gone over the tactical and fleet supply situation as much as humanly possible::

7:18:50 PM vadmblackthorne: ((Still doing that, but it's quiet and after our shift.))

7:18:54 PM cmdrshelev: ((cuz if we are I should bring in the holy bug because he's a mean drunk))

7:19:19 PM vadmblackthorne: ::walks up to the bar:: Another, Jack.

7:20:29 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack Cahalan, Atlantis's Longtime Bartender and Ten Forward Manager> ::expertly mixes another drink for the Admiral:: There y'are, sir.

7:20:50 PM cmdrshelev: Martini with ice.

7:21:42 PM cmdrshelev: Jack> You don't put ice in martinis, sir.

7:21:55 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Comin' right up. ::scoop of ice, gin, vermouth twirled into a shaker, and the drink appears in a matter of seconds::

7:22:01 PM vadmblackthorne: ((Yes you can, nub))

7:22:03 PM cmdrshelev: ((ok disregard))

7:22:21 PM vadmblackthorne: ((lern2drink))

7:22:25 PM cmdrshelev: ((no u))

7:22:29 PM majdougmcknight: ::Smoothes his hair back as he enters Ten Forward, having just pulled himself away from security reports, compiled from marine detachments across the fleet::

7:22:52 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Doug, the usual?

7:23:05 PM vadmblackthorne: ::sits down heavily and takes a long sip of the gin and tonic::

7:23:54 PM majdougmcknight: ::Grins a bit tiredly::  Nah, let's be a little festive.  Glenmorangie, oldest you've got. 

7:24:04 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Hm. Gimme a minute.

7:24:12 PM cmdrshelev: I think I'm being outdrunk.

7:24:16 PM vadmblackthorne: ::disappears into the back closet::

7:24:30 PM vadmblackthorne: ::watches Jack with a raised brow::

7:24:42 PM majdougmcknight: ::Chuckles::  Take your time, but don't even try passing off that replicated shit, cuz I'll know.

7:24:43 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::Clatter, BANG, slam, CRASH::

7:24:56 PM cmdrshelev: Who's gonna pay for that?

7:25:12 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::emerges with a dusty bottle::

7:25:18 PM lcdrtkirr: <<Who entered the closet, Jack or Blackthorne?>>

7:25:20 PM majdougmcknight: Haven't you heard?  In the future, no one pays for anything.

7:25:25 PM vadmblackthorne: ((Jack, forgot the tag))

7:25:37 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> 2355, how's that?

7:25:37 PM cmdrshelev: Wake me when we get there. Chief. ::hic::

7:26:14 PM majdougmcknight: ::Grins toothily::  Let's find out, Jack.

7:26:30 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::pours a wee nip::

7:27:39 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes up the tumbler, and takes a slow whiff before nodding appreciatively, raising his glass, and downing the modest contents within::

7:27:53 PM lcdrtkirr: ::enters through the swish of the doors, characteristically keeping her gaze on the PADD held out in front of her::

7:28:16 PM majdougmcknight: ::Coughs briefly, quietly, as his system absorbs the shock of it::  Oh, that's heartburn done right.  By all means, pour on.

7:28:42 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::pours again, grinning::; Commander T'Kirr, what'llyahave?

7:29:11 PM lcdrtkirr: ::looks up, having approached the bar, appearing to have been interrupted in her thoughts::

7:29:27 PM lcdrtkirr: ::looks from Blackthorne to Jack:: Tea, please.

7:30:19 PM lcdrtkirr: <<Ignore the look at B, thought he had said it>>

7:30:31 PM majdougmcknight: ::Chuckles softly::  I suppose you're not referring to the Long Island Iced variety?

7:30:38 PM cmdrshelev: BAAAAAAA HAH HAH HAHAHAH AHH ::hiccups violently at the shock from.. one martini.::

7:30:58 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::gets some of that Vulcan tea from the cabinet and prepares it::

7:31:01 PM lcdrtkirr: ::darts a startled look at Shelev::

7:31:19 PM vadmblackthorne: Such lightweights, the Andorians.

7:31:44 PM majdougmcknight: ::Looks vaguely alarmed at Shelev, then casts a wary glance from Jack to his Scotch::

7:31:45 PM cmdrshelev: My shkin's not even red yet.

7:32:10 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::pours tea for T'Kirr::

7:32:31 PM vadmblackthorne: ::raises his glass:: The old girl's been in space nine years, folks.

7:32:34 PM lcdrtkirr: <<lol that's possible?>>

7:32:49 PM cmdrshelev: ((I have no dea.))

7:33:02 PM lcdrtkirr: <<He'd flush blue, since his blood is>>

7:33:27 PM lcdrtkirr: ::quietly to Jack, taking the cup:: Thank you.

7:33:55 PM majdougmcknight: ::Raises his glass to that::  I'd say we've added an interesting chapter since last time, sir.

7:34:18 PM vadmblackthorne: Aye, we have. I remember the last time and it seems so long ago.

7:34:35 PM cmdrshelev: I demand embarassing stories.

7:34:38 PM majdougmcknight: Which is not to say I won't be glad to start a new one.  I never thought I'd be assigning marines to guard an aquarium.

7:34:41 PM vadmblackthorne: To Atlantis!

7:34:56 PM cmdrshelev: CHEERS!

7:35:07 PM lcdrtkirr: ::hesitates, then raises her cup of tea::

7:35:18 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::drinking a glass of water, idly remembering a few embarassing stories that he's witnessed::

7:35:59 PM majdougmcknight: ::Grins and downs his Scotch, fortunately largely depleted by this point:: 

7:36:26 PM vadmblackthorne: ::tips  back the G&T::

7:36:39 PM majdougmcknight: 9 years...I feel much blessed not yet to be so old that that stops seeming like a long time.

7:36:39 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::moves to refill glasses::

7:36:41 PM lcdrtkirr: ::sips her tea::

7:37:47 PM vadmblackthorne: It does seem like a long time. I was commanding the Yeager nine years ago.

7:38:08 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods and smiles as the Scoth fills back up::  Jack, I insist you stop with the waitering bit and pour yourself a glass.  I'm starting to feel like a lush here.

7:38:36 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Never on the job. ::smirk::

7:39:08 PM lcdrtkirr: ::takes a seat on a barstool:: <<Assuming they exist>>

7:39:26 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Now, after the job, that's been known to happen.

7:39:45 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::smirks again as he remembers a few late nights in this very bar::

7:40:02 PM majdougmcknight: 9 years ago...I was in some rocky trench on Torva 3, watching for shrouded Jem'Hadar.  I guess there's such a thing as progress after all.

7:40:43 PM vadmblackthorne: I'd say your situation has improved.

7:41:00 PM lcdrtkirr: ::sips her tea, listening to the men reminisce::

7:41:04 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes another drink.  He has no intention of taking another lovely stroll down Memory Lane::  I'll tell you one thing.  The booze has improved tremendously.

7:41:21 PM vadmblackthorne: Privilege of rank.

7:41:38 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> That's certainly true. Ships with flag officers on them get better booze.

7:42:15 PM cmdrshelev: What don't flag officers get?

7:42:19 PM vadmblackthorne: ::hmphs::: I got damn good stuff even as a Captain.

7:42:30 PM majdougmcknight: Alien sex viruses.  Oh, wait...

7:42:51 PM lcdrtkirr: ::raises an eyebrow in McKnight's direction::

7:42:59 PM vadmblackthorne: Never had one of those. ::drinks::

7:43:00 PM majdougmcknight: Oh, dear.  Was that out loud?

7:43:05 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::chuckles::

7:43:35 PM majdougmcknight: Beats the shit out of a flu.

7:43:46 PM vadmblackthorne: ::pulls a cigar tube from in his uniform vest and extracts the cigar from within::

7:44:05 PM cmdrshelev: You're fired.

7:44:12 PM vadmblackthorne: Want one, Commander?

7:44:17 PM vadmblackthorne: ::chuckles::

7:44:56 PM majdougmcknight: ::Grins::  Did you get to double up on your vices on the Yeager?

7:45:23 PM vadmblackthorne: They follow me.

7:45:28 PM vadmblackthorne: Cigar, Major?

7:46:56 PM majdougmcknight: ::Considers briefly.  Not normally his cup of tea, but...::  What the hell.  A ninth anniversary only comes along once.

7:47:54 PM vadmblackthorne: ::fishes another tube out of his jacket, empties it of a cigar, cuts the tip and offers it::

7:48:44 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes it gratefully::  Would you be so kind as to follow that up with a light, I should consider myself ever in your debt.

7:49:06 PM vadmblackthorne: Hey now, that'd just be rude.

7:49:19 PM vadmblackthorne: ::chuckles and cuts the tip of his own cigar, then fishes out his lighter::

7:49:54 PM vadmblackthorne: ::activates the mini-blowtorch and offers the flame to McKnight::

7:51:02 PM majdougmcknight: ::Lights his cigar by the flame, and leans back, taking in a tentative mouthful of smoke before exhaling it slowly::

7:51:23 PM cmdrshelev: ::cough::

7:51:29 PM vadmblackthorne: ::lights his own and leans back with his drink in one hand, the cigar in the other::

7:52:27 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Commander T'Kirr, you must want something stronger than that tea on a special occasion like this.

7:52:59 PM majdougmcknight: ::Grins at Shelev.  Though no conniseur of these things, he's done this juts barely often enough to remember how to keep the smoke out of his lungs...still can't blow smoke rings though::

7:53:04 PM lcdrtkirr: ::peers at Jack:: I've never understood for the desire to become inhibited on special occassions.

7:53:05 PM majdougmcknight: Cuban?

7:53:32 PM vadmblackthorne: ::through clenched teeth around the cigar:: Naturally.

7:53:41 PM majdougmcknight: See, that's funny.  I would have guessed an opportunity to expand your understanding would be motivation enough.

7:54:08 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Eases people up, makes them relax, y'know?

7:54:25 PM lcdrtkirr: I find tea quite relaxing.  ::takes another sip::

7:55:48 PM cmdrshelev: If you were any more relaxed you would be... something.

7:56:05 PM vadmblackthorne: I'm sure the line was witty in your head.

7:56:13 PM lcdrtkirr: ::raises her voice slightly::  While I am open to learning more about different cultures, I do not participate in all of their... 'customs.'

7:58:06 PM vadmblackthorne: Some of my most interesting stories are from alien customs.

7:59:02 PM majdougmcknight: Besides, it's more than a custom.  It's a cornerstone of the human zest for discovery.

7:59:41 PM lcdrtkirr: And Andorian?  ::glances at Shelev::

7:59:42 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::fills Ian's glass again wordlessly::

7:59:50 PM vadmblackthorne: He's harmless.

8:00:02 PM majdougmcknight: I'd sure love to meet the first guy who figured "Hey, I think I'll let this perfectly good wheat rot, then pour it down my throat.".  And yet, humans figured it out about ten minutes after they'd mastered fire.

8:00:12 PM majdougmcknight: That's the explorer's instinct.

8:00:44 PM vadmblackthorne: Helps turn the worst of situations into something tolerable.

8:01:14 PM majdougmcknight: Helps turn the tolarable into something a fair sight more.

8:02:16 PM vadmblackthorne: Naturally!

8:02:50 PM majdougmcknight: ::Finishes his Scotch, and deposits his tumbler on the counter::  Jack, how about a palate cleanser?  India Pale Ale, I think.

8:03:10 PM lcdrtkirr: ::empties the last of her cup, enjoying the bland tastelessness, and sets it on the counter::

8:03:16 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Much easier, that one. ::gets a glass and fills it from the tap::

8:03:36 PM majdougmcknight: Oh, you know me, Jack.  I'm an easy kinda guy.

8:04:22 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::doesn't comment and puts a nicely-poured IPA on the counter::

8:04:31 PM lcdrtkirr: ::steals another glance at the Andorian, checking to see if he's fallen asleep yet::

8:06:25 PM majdougmcknight: Quinn> ::Picks that moment to enter Ten Forward, since I've already introduced him, and he might as well not be a stranger, just arrived from his quarters, where he changed into a fresh duty uniform before making an appearance::

8:06:30 PM cmdrshelev: ::snores::

8:06:50 PM vadmblackthorne: ::smirks at Shelev::

8:07:00 PM majdougmcknight: (Someone's showing weakness in front of the Vulcan!)

8:07:16 PM lcdrtkirr: <<The one-martini blue man>>

8:08:22 PM cmdrshelev: ((Aint dat rite))

8:08:26 PM lcdrtkirr: ::to the room in general:: It will be good to have this mission behind us.

8:08:38 PM vadmblackthorne: Doubtless.

8:08:43 PM vadmblackthorne: ::stares into his glass::

8:08:52 PM lcdrtkirr: Something else to celebrate.

8:09:03 PM majdougmcknight: Quinn> ::Approaches the bar, nodding at the collection of senior officers clustered there as he briefly examines what drinks are on display::  Sirs.

8:09:22 PM vadmblackthorne: Lt. Quinn, come to celebrate the old girl's birthday?

8:09:29 PM lcdrtkirr: ::spares Quinn an acknowledging look::

8:09:32 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> What'llyahave, Lieutenant?

8:10:27 PM vadmblackthorne: And believe me, T'Kirr, I'll be celebrating to get this behind us.

8:10:43 PM majdougmcknight: Figured I could spare a few minutes, Admiral.  Happy to report that blown ODN line is patched and ready for whatever further abuse you or anyone else care to put it through.

8:11:07 PM vadmblackthorne: Ah, excellent. Figure on some abuse ahead, I'd think. ::furrows his brow::

8:11:18 PM majdougmcknight: Quinn> ::Turns to Jack::  I'm a man of less than refined tasted.  Make it wet, make it bubbly, make it alcoholic.

8:11:24 PM majdougmcknight: (tastes)

8:12:34 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::pours off a Belgian Ale from the tap::

8:13:20 PM majdougmcknight: ::Momentarily afraid of an overly creative bartender before he confirms that Jack sticks with Terran stuff for Terran patrons::  That'll do, sir.

8:14:00 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::places the beer on the bar and goes back to bemused observing::

8:14:50 PM majdougmcknight: Well, it looks like the Xindi fleet has basically quieted down.  I suppose we can hope that means no stink over this martial law business when we get back.

8:15:15 PM lcdrtkirr: ::realizing she's still clutching a PADD, taps its power off and sets it on the bar::

8:15:16 PM vadmblackthorne: Oh, if there's stink I'll bury it in paperwork.

8:16:05 PM vadmblackthorne: Let the Council deal with it.

8:16:11 PM majdougmcknight: ::Laughs and takes a swig of his beer glass::  See that, T'Kirr?  If alcohol can make paperwork better, I'll wager it's worth a year's meditation.

8:16:30 PM vadmblackthorne: The man has a point.

8:16:50 PM lcdrtkirr: A matter of perspective, I'm sure.

8:17:41 PM majdougmcknight: Quinn> ::Grins, but makes no attempt to insinuate himself into the upper circle.  After all, his mouth is better occupied just now; power conduit repair is thirsty work.::

8:18:16 PM lcdrtkirr: ::sets her cup further across the bar and meets Jack's eyes:: Another, please.

8:18:57 PM majdougmcknight: That, and the damn cat would just knock over the candles.

8:19:15 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> Aye, Commander. ::gets the teakettle and tea leaves::

8:20:18 PM vadmblackthorne: ::enjoying the hell out of this particular cigar and this particular gin::

8:21:19 PM lcdrtkirr: ::peers at McKnight::  I don't recall your having a pet.

8:22:34 PM vadmblackthorne: Jack> ::pours the tea, finding it remarkable how this tea has no aroma whatsoever::

8:22:37 PM majdougmcknight: ::The beer glass stops inches from his mouth, as he glances in T'Kirr's direction, a bit incredulously::  You've never seen Hobbes?

8:22:56 PM majdougmcknight: ::Glances around the group::  Was this a ship's secret?

8:23:20 PM lcdrtkirr: ::responds with only the arch of a brow::

8:24:48 PM majdougmcknight: Well, I guess I can't think of any particular reason you'd have had for being in the vicinity of the scratching post known as my quarters.

8:26:01 PM lcdrtkirr: ::takes the fresh cup of tea, a furrow appearing between her eyebrows:: What color is its fur?

8:26:54 PM vadmblackthorne: ::shrugs::

8:27:19 PM majdougmcknight: Black, dark orange...bit of cream here and there.  It's what you call a Chocolate short hair.  If you're curious, you should stop by some time.  I replicate a mean veggie lo mein.

8:27:44 PM vadmblackthorne: ::chuckles::

8:28:08 PM lcdrtkirr: ::blinks offhandedly at his answer:: I believe it has been in the ventilation system.  ::casually takes a sip of the steaming cup::

8:29:04 PM vadmblackthorne: Vulcan sense of smell, you know.

8:29:28 PM majdougmcknight: It's something you learn about cats, Commander.  If they want out, then sooner or later, they're getting out.

8:29:54 PM vadmblackthorne: Hm, I thought she meant your lo mein.

8:30:30 PM lcdrtkirr: Is anything within your quarters missing?

8:32:43 PM vadmblackthorne: PAUSE PARTY

8:32:45 PM vadmblackthorne: PAUSE PARTY

8:32:48 PM vadmblackthorne: PAUSE PARTY

8:32:49 PM lcdrtkirr: ::Pauses::

8:32:54 PM majdougmcknight: ::Pauses::

8:33:17 PM vadmblackthorne: Well, it's been a great nine years. Here's to the next one. :)

8:33:32 PM lcdrtkirr: Yay, us!

8:33:55 PM vadmblackthorne: See y'all next week, for the beginning of the end of this plot!

8:34:25 PM lcdrtkirr: See you next week. :-)

8:34:31 PM vadmblackthorne: Until then!