Conversation with ussatlantis at 4/10/2007 6:57:20 PM on VAdm Blackthorne (aim)

(6:57:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(7:03:04 PM) MisterBoxingBear entered the room.
(7:03:07 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Hey.
(7:04:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hey.
(7:06:01 PM) Lt Percy Busard entered the room.
(7:06:09 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Hey.
(7:06:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya
(7:07:52 PM) MisterBoxingBear: I'll be doing a bit of multi-tasking tonight, but I'll do my best to keep up.
(7:09:01 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Me as well.
(7:09:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: And T'Kirr's gotta miss one more time, so maybe we should try again next week.
(7:09:29 PM) LCdr TKirr entered the room.
(7:10:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Gotobedalready T'Kirr. :)
(7:10:17 PM) LCdr TKirr: Bah, why
(7:10:25 PM) LCdr TKirr: Did you guys sim last week? =/
(7:10:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: No.
(7:10:33 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Um...yes!
(7:10:37 PM) LCdr TKirr: *cough*
(7:10:45 PM) LCdr TKirr: Did Shelev leave, or ever come in?
(7:10:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: He's on
(7:11:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yeah, well, doesn't mean he'll respond, didn't to me. =P
(7:11:08 PM) cmdr shelev entered the room.
(7:11:16 PM) cmdr shelev: BOLLOCKS
(7:11:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::flex:
(7:11:47 PM) Lt Percy Busard: o.O
(7:11:54 PM) LCdr TKirr: Okay ya dragged my Vulcan tush in here, now use it, blueskin.
(7:11:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: GO MAN GO
(7:12:03 PM) cmdr shelev: hory shit
(7:12:10 PM) cmdr shelev: ::tweedle dee dee::
(7:12:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :toot:
(7:12:22 PM) cmdr shelev: :sax:
(7:12:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::elbows Shelev:: Just go.
(7:13:17 PM) LCdr TKirr: 6hrs will do me fine, I'm sure. =P
(7:13:24 PM) LCdr TKirr: And I'm talking about sleep.
(7:13:55 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Sleep? What the hell is that?
(7:14:07 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yeah, I know, thought I'd try it out tonight.
(7:14:16 PM) cmdr shelev: >>OK you are all milling around the embassy suites after getting settled in for an hour. Blackthorne says meet him at his presidential suite, so gogogo<<
(7:14:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:14:58 PM) cmdr shelev: BEGIN SIM
(7:15:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (RIGHT)(
(7:15:17 PM) cmdr shelev: ((Also there has been no sign of shelev since he took off in lou's cab))
(7:15:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::mozeys across the hall to Blackthorne's fancy room, peeking in the door before letting herself in, as the door was ajar::
(7:15:30 PM) Lt Percy Busard: (Fun!)
(7:15:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::having used his hour break to enjoy a good cigar and a drink, he's relaxing in the chair::
(7:15:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ah, T'Kirr. I trust you're refreshed?
(7:15:57 PM) LCdr TKirr: (cry)
(7:16:03 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yes.
(7:16:14 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Okay, whistling a jaunty tune as he makes his way to the Admiral's room, letting himself in on T'Kirr's heels.:: I didn't see a mint on my pillow. Gotta say, I feel a little betrayed.
(7:16:28 PM) cmdr shelev: ((CALL THE BELLHOP))
(7:16:35 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Major.
(7:16:41 PM) LCdr TKirr: I'm sure it wasn't a personal offense.
(7:16:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The liquor cabinet was at least well-stocked.
(7:16:51 PM) LCdr TKirr: (meant as, rather)
(7:17:03 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Wanders in a warily a few moments later, fiddling with that pen and sliders thing again. The dratted thing was being difficult.::
(7:17:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Better than our last accomodoations!
(7:17:28 PM) cmdr shelev: ((It is hard to be worse than the sewer level))
(7:17:40 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Granted...grudgingly.
(7:17:57 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::agrees with a nod of the head and look at the floor::
(7:18:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I wonder where the Commander's gotten to.
(7:18:49 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::twists around to look at the door, as if he'd walk in right then, wondering herself::
(7:19:06 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev walks in.::
(7:19:17 PM) cmdr shelev: ::He is missing his other antenna.::
(7:19:22 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Commander!
(7:19:25 PM) cmdr shelev: WHAT
(7:19:28 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::stares a bit::
(7:19:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: How the hell. What the hell.
(7:19:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I send you to get a new antenna and you come back missing both!
(7:19:47 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Looks more than slightly alarmed, but...stays quiet, watching.::
(7:20:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::throws out her arms as Shelev suddenly staggers toward her, about to fall::
(7:20:34 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev sees that he is about to be caught by a greenskin^Wvulcan and regains his balance after wavering backwards.::
(7:20:41 PM) cmdr shelev: They needed a second one to clone the first one.
(7:20:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ...
(7:20:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Right.
(7:21:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: A skin sample couldn't have done, hm.
(7:21:15 PM) cmdr shelev: There was also collateral involved.
(7:21:17 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Respectfully suggest I and a few security people tag along next time, sir.
(7:21:24 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Hmm...uh...commander, sir?
(7:21:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to Percy::
(7:21:45 PM) cmdr shelev: ::FINALLY pays attention to the new engineer for the first time since arriving on Andor.::
(7:22:02 PM) cmdr shelev: I assure you it's not always this normal.
(7:22:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::sneaks a nod to McKnight, conveying his agreeance, then looks back to Busard:
(7:22:15 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Would a...sound amplifying device help you, sir?
(7:22:44 PM) Lt Percy Busard: For your hearing, I mean.
(7:22:49 PM) cmdr shelev: No, but strong drink would. And what's drinking in your hometown without bringing the command crew of a starship with you.
(7:23:09 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Nods::
(7:23:18 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well, we do have a well stocked liquor cabinet.
(7:23:20 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::looks horrified::
(7:23:41 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Inspects the liquor cabinet.::
(7:24:20 PM) cmdr shelev: You got gyped. This is the touristy shit.
(7:24:40 PM) LCdr TKirr: It *is* the Embassy.
(7:24:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I drink gin, not the Andorian stuff. Anyway, lead on.
(7:25:00 PM) MisterBoxingBear: And what are we supposed to pay with the good stuff with? Do we move on to your fingers>
(7:25:05 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ?
(7:25:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Wouldn't surprise me.
(7:25:18 PM) cmdr shelev: We'll put it on my tab down at the local.
(7:25:21 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (Rrr...FOR the good stuff.)
(7:25:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: When was the last time you paid your tab down?
(7:25:45 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::ponders on whether Andorians can grow back fingers as well as antennae::
(7:25:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Sighs:: We'd better stop by my room on the way down.
(7:26:10 PM) cmdr shelev: Fourteen years. But it's handled by a Ferengi so it's not bad at all - they appreciate the interest it's compounding.
(7:26:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Now that I have to see.
(7:26:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Lead on.
(7:26:52 PM) cmdr shelev: I heard there's a guy out at DS9 that has a tab larger than most regional government expenditures.
(7:27:18 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::ignores the obvious exaggeration and prepares to follow::
(7:27:39 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Swivels to the door and moseys outside. I assume we are going to McKnight's room first.::
(7:27:48 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Her eyes seem to bug out. That was a very big number. Aaand, back to fiddling as she follows.::
(7:28:05 PM) cmdr shelev: What room did they put you in, Doug?
(7:28:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::to Busard:: You'll eventually get to see your engine room, I assure you.
(7:28:40 PM) MisterBoxingBear: 31.
(7:28:50 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Looks up:: Of course, sir. ::Grins at the thought of an engine room::
(7:28:57 PM) cmdr shelev: ((yes sorry for you landing in a plot with no engineering))
(7:29:03 PM) cmdr shelev: I have no idea where that is.
(7:29:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'm an engineer myself, I know the feeling. ::smiles back::
(7:29:20 PM) Lt Percy Busard: (Heh, no problem.)
(7:29:34 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Really, sir? ::struck by curiosity::
(7:29:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Oh yes, came through the ranks as an engineer pilot.
(7:29:59 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Heads off in the direction of said room by way of a response.::
(7:30:14 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Follows McKnight.::
(7:30:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Designed the Mustang fighters that we're flying now while at R&D, actually.
(7:30:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::follows down the corridor, footfalls hushed by the lush carpet::
(7:30:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::following the wavering commander as he talks::
(7:30:48 PM) Lt Percy Busard: That's wonderful, sir! ::Follow follow follow::
(7:31:21 PM) cmdr shelev: What are we getting from your room if you don't mind me asking?
(7:31:45 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Here's a hint. There's no way in hell I'm giving you one.
(7:32:03 PM) cmdr shelev: We have a vulcan right here?
(7:32:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Never was an engineer on a starship though.
(7:32:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (HAHA!)
(7:32:21 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::turns, looking confused::
(7:33:03 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::stares at Shelev, waiting for him to explain::
(7:33:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::also waiting for this one::
(7:33:23 PM) Lt Percy Busard: I see. ::Yeah...just kind of listening at this point::
(7:33:30 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Sighs, unlocks his door, and makes a beeline for the case he left the phasers in.::
(7:33:32 PM) cmdr shelev: ...What?
(7:33:55 PM) cmdr shelev: OH, GUNS.
(7:34:08 PM) cmdr shelev: RIGHT.
(7:34:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: YES TELL EVERYONE.
(7:34:15 PM) cmdr shelev: ...wait
(7:34:26 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::blinks::
(7:34:27 PM) cmdr shelev: Why don't you people trust me anymore?
(7:35:00 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Mutters under his breath repeatedly as he unlocks the case.:: Still better than Cervantes...still better than Cervantes...
(7:35:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Trust, yes.
(7:35:34 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::clearly lost, merely stands there, running the jumbled phrases around in her mind::
(7:35:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::just doesn't finish the rest::
(7:36:04 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Okay, who wants to play Dirty Harry tonight?
(7:36:10 PM) cmdr shelev: I am going downstairs to arrange transportation. Lou went home so I need to find someone else.
(7:36:22 PM) cmdr shelev: I honestly have no idea these people following me are armed, officer.
(7:36:23 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Yay for a history degree providing an in game excuse for knowing a bunch of 20th century movies!::
(7:36:32 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::samples the term:: 'Dirty Harry'?
(7:36:40 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Blink...blink blink. She had a distinctly worried look on her face:: Sir, permission to speak freely?
(7:36:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Gimme.
(7:36:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to Busard:: Oh, as if this speech hasn't been free already. Do go ahead.
(7:37:15 PM) Lt Percy Busard: What in the many different forms of hell is going on?!
(7:37:21 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev half falls down the hallway to find a cab. The sounds of O'Reilly failing to keep him in the building are heard.::
(7:37:57 PM) cmdr shelev: ((there are many things certain in life. this being a bad idea is one of them))
(7:38:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: My XO needs a new antenna. He seems to have lost his old one in the process.
(7:38:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So while we wait, we're going for drinks. At the bar where he owes lots of money.
(7:38:57 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ...Oh...oh I, sir.
(7:38:57 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Checks a power pack with his discerning eye, shoves it into the pistol style energy weapon, and tosses it to the Admiral. Safety on, of course.::
(7:39:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::catches the weapon, checks the safety, and puts it away::
(7:40:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: All very normal. Right.
(7:40:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Seeing no other takers, he locks the case back up, and slides it under his bed before slipping his own under his coat and walking out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.::
(7:40:56 PM) cmdr shelev: ACTION> Y'all get yer guns and go out front. O'Reilly waves at you and ducks back into his office to resume very important phone calls.
(7:41:38 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (Yeah, right. It's totally an Andorian phone sex line.)
(7:41:46 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((wave as in 'hi' or 'c'mere'?))
(7:41:48 PM) Lt Percy Busard: (Lol)
(7:41:50 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev is out front with a cabbie who is literally wearing a plaid golf cap.::
(7:42:13 PM) cmdr shelev: ((wave as in "if you don't come back, nice knowing you"))
(7:43:12 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::takes another skeptical look at Shelev's head::
(7:43:14 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> OK, where am I taking all of you starfleet types?
(7:43:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to Shelev:: Talk to him. He's paying too.
(7:43:26 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> <long unpronounceable andorian name>
(7:43:46 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> ... Oh, you think so?
(7:44:02 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::blinks again::
(7:44:10 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> I need to verify that you're allowed in there.
(7:44:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::bemusedly looks back to Shelev::
(7:44:59 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> Who played the vulcan harp on H'rahl's Brew of Storms, 2186 pressing?
(7:46:37 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Looks to T'Kirr, as if to ask her if she has any idea what that meant.::
(7:46:59 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> ::facefault::
(7:47:28 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::somewhat confused as to what such a question has to do with anything, answers:: Gestal, father of the Storm maid.
(7:47:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::also looks to T'Kirr::
(7:47:38 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> Get in the cab!
(7:47:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::shrugs and gets in::
(7:47:55 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::blinks yet again and enters cab::
(7:48:32 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Falls in line.::
(7:48:38 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Get in the cab::
(7:48:42 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Fiddle fiddle fiddle get in fiddle fiddle. She was also looking nervously around::
(7:49:06 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::attention turned to all the fiddling near her lap::
(7:49:16 PM) cmdr shelev: (( :eng101: harping ))
(7:49:57 PM) cmdr shelev: ACTION> The cab goes forth. Outside, the urban environment goes from clean shiny starfleet to somewhat shiny but serviceable commercial district full of government contractors (cont)
(7:50:49 PM) cmdr shelev: ACTION> To hard industrial sector, to residential sector, to Compton, CA, back up to residential, and into a pleasant looking mall sort of thing.
(7:51:29 PM) cmdr shelev: ACTION> There is a bar here that has a very long unpronounceable andorian name and andorian blues coming out of it.
(7:52:06 PM) cmdr shelev: Welcome to <long unpronounceable andorian name>!
(7:52:22 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Charming!
(7:52:22 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> 78 zorkmids.
(7:52:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Blues... I get it. Heh.))
(7:52:39 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev hands the cabbie a wad of paper currency.::
(7:52:51 PM) cmdr shelev: ((you can blame the writers of reuinification part 2 for that one))
(7:53:06 PM) cmdr shelev: Cabbie> Now get out of the cab before I'm seen with you.
(7:53:45 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::gets out with haste::
(7:53:46 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev gets out of the cab and the cabbie visibly relaxes. Once everyone is out, he drives off.::
(7:54:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks around, listening to the music:: Not bad.
(7:54:05 PM) cmdr shelev: Damn right.
(7:54:15 PM) cmdr shelev: I recommend the house brandy.
(7:54:48 PM) cmdr shelev: Or the house ale but only if it's been tapped in the last hour otherwise it's targ piss.
(7:54:56 PM) cmdr shelev: But it's freezing out here so get in the bar.
(7:55:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::listens to the music with indifference and follows along, keeping an eye on their surroundings for anything... suspicious::
(7:55:16 PM) cmdr shelev: ::The bouncers stop the party just inside the door.::
(7:55:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::agrees that it is freezing and heads to the door^W bouncer::
(7:55:32 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> What the <andorian swear word> are you doing here?
(7:55:50 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Seems at least a little bit more calmed by the music, but...bouncer. Fiddle fiddle::
(7:56:01 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> I'm here with my friends for a better drink than the touristy shit they have up north.
(7:56:44 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::sees the fiddling again and restrains herself::
(7:56:54 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> Let me check with Krenel. He's been alternating between bein pissed at you and bein happy as a targ in entrails about you.
(7:57:41 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Gosh, that's the best news I've heard since I got here.
(7:57:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks:;
(7:57:46 PM) cmdr shelev: ::The bouncer mumbles into his headset and finally nods.:: He's happy today. You all can come in, but the Vulcan has to stay outside until happy hour.
(7:57:53 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Someone's actually happy with Shelev here.
(7:58:03 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Frowns:: And when is happy hour?
(7:58:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Wait what?
(7:58:07 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> Horsepucky. She's with us.
(7:58:13 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> One second.
(7:58:27 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Bouncer negotiates over the headset.::
(7:58:36 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer2> They don't normally serve her kind here.
(7:58:55 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::looks from one to the other and whispers to Blackthorne:: I can stay outside... it's not a problem.
(7:59:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Bloody hell it's not a problem. You'll freeze.
(7:59:27 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> Ok, she can come in but it will be an extra hundred on your card, and she'll have to fill out this form and sign it in triplicate.
(7:59:39 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> Do you have comprehensive insurance on her?
(7:59:55 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::decides not to mention the alternative is to fry in here, remaining quiet as her fate is decided::
(8:00:19 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> No, unfortunately.
(8:00:32 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> ::Sigh:: Ok, both these forms, then.
(8:00:35 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::frowns slightly at the mention of insurance::
(8:00:42 PM) Lt Percy Busard: (Crap, brb)
(8:00:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Better than freezing.
(8:00:50 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> I did less paperwork at customs and they were detaining me.
(8:01:03 PM) Lt Percy Busard left the room.
(8:01:03 PM) cmdr shelev: ((that's ok it will take about six hours to sort this mess out :v: ))
(8:01:17 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::quietly:: It would be cheaper to just taxi back to the Embassy.
(8:01:27 PM) LCdr TKirr: I could meet you there later.
(8:01:37 PM) cmdr shelev: Remember what I said about happy about interest?
(8:01:41 PM) cmdr shelev: They're happy.
(8:01:45 PM) cmdr shelev: We're all happy people here.
(8:02:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, so I've noticed.
(8:02:49 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev fills out all the bureaucratic forms as only an andorian could. He hands the clipboards to T'Kirr to get her signature on them.
(8:03:06 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> :v:
(8:03:24 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::looks hesitant, unable to read the Andorian writing::
(8:03:39 PM) cmdr shelev: It just says you won't start a fight by your mere presence.
(8:03:44 PM) cmdr shelev: We hope.
(8:03:45 PM) Lt Percy Busard entered the room.
(8:03:47 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (WB)
(8:03:50 PM) Lt Percy Busard: (TY)
(8:04:02 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::looks Shelev in the eyes a moment, then finally signs::
(8:04:08 PM) cmdr shelev: The other one is an insurance waiver that indemnifies the bar against damage to you.
(8:04:19 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> :v:
(8:04:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::Briefly considers this to be a bad idea, but goes with it.::
(8:04:31 PM) cmdr shelev: ((briefly? Oh shit I'm not trying hard enough))
(8:04:57 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::swallows, signing, a sinking feeling starting up in her stomach area::
(8:05:13 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::mumbles inaudibly:: It's your planet.
(8:05:20 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev hands the paperwork back to the bouncers.:: Ok, can we get smashed now?
(8:05:26 PM) cmdr shelev: Bouncer> Be our guests.
(8:05:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::shrugs, glad to hear that news, and follows the antenna-less one::
(8:06:13 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::squeezes by the big guy on the way in, avoiding his glare::
(8:06:20 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Either the lack of antennae makes him a better dancer, or the dancers in here really suck.::
(8:06:44 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Follows, hoping those drinks are worth it::
(8:07:04 PM) cmdr shelev: ::We all stake out a corner of the bar. The bar has an electronic sign reading THARR SHELEV'S TAB. It is counting up already.::
(8:07:52 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Two andorians notice the sign changing and cheer. A third appears to have lost a lot of money gambling on whether the sign would move.::
(8:07:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I see that you're famous.
(8:08:01 PM) cmdr shelev: You damn right I'm famous.
(8:08:03 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::watches the sign, finding computing the Andorian currency's conversion in her head more interesting than drinks or dancing::
(8:08:53 PM) cmdr shelev: ::The bar screeches to a halt and you could hear a pin drop.::
(8:08:56 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::winces as Shelev shouts at the top of his lungs::
(8:08:58 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Frowns, even as he orders one of those brandies Shelev mentioned, and scopes out a place in a corner, where he can take in as much of the bar as possible with a glance.::
(8:09:05 PM) cmdr shelev: PUT IT ON MY TAB.
(8:09:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::watches the bar watch Shelev::
(8:09:20 PM) cmdr shelev: ACTION> The cheer in the bar is so loud it warrants an ACTION statement.
(8:09:37 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::physically clamps her hands to her ears::
(8:09:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::impressed::
(8:10:03 PM) cmdr shelev: :v:
(8:10:35 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Winces, then fiddles a bit more before the tip of the pen thing lights up and what looks like a twelve-sided hologram of a rubiks cube shows up. She makes a small cheer herself.::
(8:10:51 PM) cmdr shelev: ::A barmaid comes up with two brandies and an expectation of orders from the rest of them.::
(8:11:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes the brandy and samples it::
(8:11:36 PM) cmdr shelev: Welcome to my planet, ladies and gentlemen. Fire away, it's on me!
(8:11:44 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Nods his thanks as he takes it in hand and takes an experimental sip, looking up afterward to compare impressions with the Admiral.::
(8:11:50 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::doesn't seem to acknowledge the barmaid, possibly in an attempt to be avoided, and watches Busard's hologram::
(8:11:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods in pleasure::
(8:12:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Smooth.
(8:12:34 PM) cmdr shelev: Welp, the ladies aren't too interested at the moment, so I'll start things off lightly with a black oolong.
(8:12:35 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Grins:: Do they export this stuff, Commander? I wouldn't mind adding a bottle or two to my stash.
(8:13:03 PM) cmdr shelev: They do but you need to have a cryogenic chamber to store it.
(8:13:14 PM) cmdr shelev: I think our chief engineer has her first project if you don't mind my saying.
(8:13:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::cocks an eyebrow::
(8:13:47 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Er...I'll have a brandy, if that's alright. ::She then grins at her little project::
(8:14:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'll second that, actually.
(8:14:13 PM) cmdr shelev: Barmaid> Right, two more brandies.
(8:14:28 PM) cmdr shelev: ACTION> An andorian who is older than dirt comes by the table.
(8:14:32 PM) cmdr shelev: Old fart> THARR.
(8:14:44 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Shelev jumps three feet and salutes.:: SIR.
(8:15:04 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::flares her nostrils before composing herself, watching the old Andorian::
(8:15:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at the old fart curiously::
(8:15:10 PM) cmdr shelev: Old fart> What's my son doing back here so soon, and in the company of these crazy people?
(8:15:31 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Pries her eyes away from the rubiks...thing, after a moment, and looks up at the old fart::
(8:15:44 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> ::gulp:: Crazy people, meet my father, Karr Shelev II.
(8:16:22 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands:: Mr. Shelev, a pleasure.
(8:16:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((T'Kirr, need to sleep yet?)
(8:16:44 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::stands politely and nods::
(8:16:51 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Mm okay.))
(8:17:04 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((As in 'I'm okay'))
(8:17:08 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Grins, stepping forward and extending a hand.:: Sir. We've been through a couple of spots now with your boy.
(8:17:23 PM) cmdr shelev: ((ok, we're about where I wanted to be at the end of this sim anyway))
(8:18:05 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> They call em spots now? I called em COMPLETELY LOST CAUSES. ::He emits a tremendous guffaw.::
(8:18:32 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::winces again, ears ringing::
(8:18:41 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> Your old man may be blind, son, but I know that damn cheer when I hear it!
(8:18:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::offers a handshake:: Ian Blackthorne.
(8:19:06 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Takes the handshake with surprising accuracy for a blind old fart.::
(8:19:40 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::impressed::
(8:19:45 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> Being a regular at the local has its perks.
(8:20:24 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Truly.
(8:21:45 PM) cmdr shelev: ((arse, computer problems hang on))
(8:22:18 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Figures they'll probably talk for a bit, so...with a push of a side button, the rubiks shape would spin itself in several directions, mixing itself up. And she would then go about solving it.::
(8:22:22 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> You mean being a goddamn police siren to TharinJar's brats.
(8:22:34 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> ::ohshi:: what
(8:23:04 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> We need to talk privately if you want to get out of town with your antennae intact.
(8:23:15 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> Well, there is tha-
(8:23:20 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::performs a small cough::
(8:23:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits back down and prefers the brandy to wondering what the hell he's getting into::
(8:24:00 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> Alright, screw privacy. You know that damn writ you paid off? They buried him with it.
(8:24:13 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> what
(8:24:57 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> One last "go to <long unpronounceable andorian name> from 'im. Had it in his will that any paperwork with your name on it was going to get buried with him."
(8:25:17 PM) cmdr shelev: ::The barmaid appears with a bottle of what looks like motor oil. Shelev slams it in one gulp.::
(8:25:52 PM) cmdr shelev: Shelev> a word with my superior officer, father.
(8:26:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I've gotta hear this.
(8:26:11 PM) cmdr shelev: You don't wanna.
(8:26:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yes I do.
(8:26:37 PM) cmdr shelev: ASDF
(8:27:14 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::eyes dart back and forth::'
(8:27:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Right.
(8:27:19 PM) cmdr shelev: I owed this guy TharinJar some money. I paid him, but he never filed the claim of payment completion with the private debt collection office.
(8:27:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Make sense.
(8:27:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, so now what.
(8:28:09 PM) cmdr shelev: We figured he just lost it and started proceedings for a replacement copy, but he died in a snow shoveling accident.
(8:28:27 PM) cmdr shelev: So the paperwork has been in limbo for something like 10 standard years.
(8:28:53 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Blink blink blink::
(8:29:01 PM) cmdr shelev: Now if we could find the original, I could leave the planet through legal channels again.
(8:29:06 PM) cmdr shelev: But he was buried with it.
(8:29:21 PM) cmdr shelev: If you have any ideas how to rectify this, now is the time.
(8:29:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::finishes the brandy in one gulp::
(8:29:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Where's he buried?
(8:29:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Oh, I think I'm gonna need some more of this.
(8:29:56 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Which means presumably we either escape by illegal means or...go graverobbing? ::She looked around+ Sorry.
(8:30:00 PM) Lt Percy Busard: *::
(8:30:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::gestures for another two brandies::
(8:30:24 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::sits stiffly, wondering what they're getting into::
(8:30:36 PM) cmdr shelev: Lark'r burial grounds, out in the sticks.
(8:31:12 PM) cmdr shelev: Unless it's a toxic waste dump now... dad, did that ever pass?
(8:31:32 PM) cmdr shelev: Karr> Hell no. The bastard who pushed that bill got murdered in his sleep.
(8:32:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Let's go dig him up and get your writ then.
(8:32:10 PM) cmdr shelev: ...
(8:32:14 PM) LCdr TKirr: ...
(8:32:21 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Motions to the barmaid::
(8:32:32 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ...::Gulps down the rest of her brandy. Very quickly.::
(8:32:35 PM) cmdr shelev: I need a warp core breach, no ice.
(8:32:38 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Can we get a bottle?
(8:32:40 PM) cmdr shelev: PAUSE SIM
(8:32:42 PM) cmdr shelev: PAUSE SIM
(8:32:45 PM) cmdr shelev: PAUSE SIM
(8:32:46 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Gulps::
(8:32:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Perfect!
(8:32:50 PM) LCdr TKirr: Haha.
(8:32:52 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Woo! Grave robbing!
(8:33:00 PM) MisterBoxingBear: They don't teach you this in the Academy, I bet.
(8:33:12 PM) cmdr shelev: We'll be done with this plot next week unless someone manages to fuck up
(8:33:18 PM) cmdr shelev: my plots are fight
(8:33:19 PM) Lt Percy Busard: It's probably an elective at this point.
(8:33:38 PM) LCdr TKirr: Rofl
(8:33:51 PM) cmdr shelev: I hope the sudden exposition out of fucking nowhere didn't startle anyone but it is the only part of this plot I had planned :v:
(8:34:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It was perfect.
(8:34:18 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Pleasantly hilarious, I say.
(8:34:25 PM) cmdr shelev: ok next week bring overalls and a shovel
(8:34:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :v:
(8:34:55 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Aw, damnit. I hate overalls!
(8:34:58 PM) LCdr TKirr: Overalls are against my beliefs.
(8:35:17 PM) Lt Percy Busard: ::Converts to T'Kirr's religion::
(8:35:19 PM) cmdr shelev: also anyone who wants a list of all the movie scenes I ripped off in the past 90 minutes needs to compensate me for my time
(8:35:32 PM) cmdr shelev: but I KNOW no one has ever worked a scene from "that thing you do" into a star trek sim
(8:35:35 PM) cmdr shelev: WORLD FIRST BABY
(8:35:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Oh god I haven't seen that movie since it came out.
(8:36:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: Um.. what scene?
(8:36:26 PM) cmdr shelev: the cabbie
(8:36:32 PM) LCdr TKirr: Oh... hehe
(8:36:36 PM) LCdr TKirr: Been a while.
(8:36:40 PM) cmdr shelev: drummer gets into the cab and wants to go to a jazz club
(8:36:49 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Oh, this plot's great. Sorry to chime in late.
(8:37:01 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Grave robbery. I feel like I'm playing a Moneky Island game.
(8:37:06 PM) LCdr TKirr: Shelev's an original creative genius =P
(8:37:07 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Only with way more snow.
(8:37:07 PM) Lt Percy Busard: LOL.
(8:37:09 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Monkey
(8:37:12 PM) cmdr shelev: cabbie says "oh you want GOOD jazz" and asks him what random sideman played bass on some obscure recording from 1967
(8:37:33 PM) cmdr shelev: this determined whether he was allowed to go to a real jazz club or the touristy jazz club :v:
(8:37:40 PM) LCdr TKirr: Okay yeah, rings a bell now
(8:37:53 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Haha
(8:38:14 PM) cmdr shelev: also having my work compared to a lucasarts adventure game makes me happy
(8:38:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well, nicely done folks!
(8:38:22 PM) cmdr shelev: next plot will be indiana jones and the infernal machine :v:
(8:38:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: Rofl
(8:38:29 PM) cmdr shelev: ok get out before I come up with more terrible ideas
(8:38:30 PM) Lt Percy Busard: Was a good movie. Apart from Liv Tyler's constant weepiness...still.
(8:38:43 PM) cmdr shelev: liv tyler was so out of place in that movie
(8:38:54 PM) cmdr shelev: but the guy who played the dummer was awesome
(8:38:58 PM) cmdr shelev: and so was tom hanks
(8:39:02 PM) LCdr TKirr: I remember his name was Guy...
(8:39:26 PM) LCdr TKirr: Shelev said it first! o.o
(8:40:04 PM) LCdr TKirr: Kay, bye.
(8:40:07 PM) LCdr TKirr left the room.
(8:40:09 PM) cmdr shelev: ta-ta
(8:40:12 PM) cmdr shelev left the room.
(8:40:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: G'night!