7:03:17 PM MajDougMcKnight: Evening.
7:03:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hey folks
7:04:09 PM Lt Percy Busard: Hoy.
7:04:25 PM Lt Percy Busard: Maan, do I have to start my plot tonight? 'Cuz I just
remembered.
7:04:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Nope, we're wrapping up the Horizon plot tonight.
7:05:01 PM Lt Percy Busard: Oh good!
7:05:07 PM Lt Percy Busard: I mean..um...that sucks.
7:05:13 PM Lt Percy Busard: *whistles*
7:06:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Mmmmhmm. Right.
7:08:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yay, a full house!
7:08:25 PM Lt Percy Busard: Oh my god.
7:08:47 PM Lt Percy Busard: Wooo!
7:09:56 PM MajDougMcKnight: A bit late to it, but huzzah!
7:10:45 PM LCdr TKirr: =/
7:10:49 PM LCdr TKirr: I was watching
7:10:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then
7:11:12 PM LCdr TKirr: Until 5min before...
7:11:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight the Horizon is approaching Erf.
7:11:51 PM MajDougMcKnight: I mean I was late. To the cheering.
7:12:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Towing a dark Atlantis.
7:12:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Blackthorne is waiting.
7:12:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: *cackles*
7:13:17 PM Lt Percy Busard: ...I don't like that cackle.
7:13:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions? Comments? Snide remarks?
7:13:58 PM cmdr shelev: FUCK YOU
7:14:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I asked.
7:14:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN
7:14:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: SIM
7:14:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: AND SHIT.
7:14:27 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Shits::
7:14:33 PM cmdr shelev: D:
7:14:41 PM Lt Percy Busard: (+nix, damnit+)
7:14:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (:v:)
7:15:39 PM cmdr shelev: ::Back on the bridge with a repaired
mouf.::
7:16:03 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Pushing buttons! Lots of buttons!::
7:16:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::swearing about something::
7:16:25 PM LCdr TKirr: ::busying herself at Science::
7:17:26 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Stands in the Horizon's launch
bay, seeing as how it's a big common area, accompanied by a bunch of marines
and his look just daring some jackass to start another fight.::
7:18:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::marveling at how this is almost over::
7:18:38 PM cmdr shelev: Harper, we have sixty minutes until we
drop out of warp.
7:18:50 PM cmdr shelev: I have not been murdered.
7:19:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Give it time, sir.
7:19:34 PM cmdr shelev: Don't need to.
7:19:43 PM cmdr shelev: +Shipwide+ Attention, this is the
Commander.
7:19:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Uh-oh.
7:19:53 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Buttons buttons buttons wha?::
7:19:57 PM LCdr TKirr: ::peers up from her work::
7:20:19 PM cmdr shelev: +shipwide+ I realize that these last
three days have been trying.
7:20:38 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Sighs, and mentally prepares
himself in case he has to start stunning people left and right.::
7:20:58 PM cmdr shelev: +sw+ But regardless, you can all be
proud of yourselves. A ship that has been lost for centuries has been found,
and is sailing into port on your watch.
7:21:33 PM cmdr shelev: +sw+ That said, as we will arrive at
Earth in fifty-five minutes, I have a final order.
7:21:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::waits for
the gunshot::
7:21:52 PM cmdr shelev: +sw+ This ship, and its crew, will
arrive at spacedock in period uniforms.
7:22:14 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Buttons...eyetwitch::
7:22:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ...
7:22:23 PM LCdr TKirr: :: ! ::
7:22:30 PM cmdr shelev: +SW+ and since I will not survive the
mutiny, it has been a pleasure serving with all of you.
7:22:37 PM cmdr shelev: ::Click::
7:22:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::closes her eyes and lets out a long breath::
7:23:25 PM cmdr shelev: ::More awkward silence.::
7:23:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> No jury would convict me.
7:23:42 PM Lt Percy Busard: +Shelev+ Sir, you WERE joking, right?
7:24:01 PM LCdr TKirr: ::chooses to resume her pouring over the
manual over pondering their latest order::
7:24:11 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Grits his teeth, breathes in deep,
and calls out at full volume::
That was a joke! You can
tell him I said that! That is
all! Now sit down and shut up!
7:24:12 PM cmdr shelev: +Busard+ Negative. There was a reason
power was diverted to the laundromat.
7:24:25 PM cmdr shelev: (( ::You're fired.:: ))
7:24:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Commander.
7:24:32 PM Lt Percy Busard: (CRAP)
7:24:35 PM cmdr shelev: Commander.
7:24:41 PM cmdr shelev: (( That was for McKnight. ))
7:24:49 PM Lt Percy Busard: (Oh good)
7:25:08 PM cmdr shelev: (( We don't have the money to fire you.
))
7:25:24 PM MajDougMcKnight: (We also don't have period uniforms
for 1,000 people.)
7:25:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> You realize that this is the kind of order that will only
end in a gunshot, right?
7:25:29 PM LCdr TKirr: ((Besides, finding someone to fill your
cursed position would take years))
7:25:58 PM Lt Percy Busard: (Well, there goes my dream of turning Percy into a ship's
janitor)
7:25:59 PM cmdr shelev: I do. But fortunately I have seen my
death, and it is not by a sidearm.
7:26:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::thinking that she's gonna pull the trigger, but it's
only sporting to warn him::
7:26:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> What.
7:26:23 PM cmdr shelev: Fifty minutes! You have the bridge.
7:26:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Oh no you don't mister!
7:26:37 PM cmdr shelev: ?
7:26:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I'm not sitting up here deflecting the blame for this.
7:26:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> You stay right in that center seat and face your own
firing squad.
7:27:11 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Turns to one of his men:: You take care of things here. I'll be on the bridge, making my scary
face.
7:27:32 PM LCdr TKirr: ::finds she's reading the same line of
"Calibrating Panel Switches" over and over, and decides to actively
listen in instead::
7:28:10 PM cmdr shelev: Well, then, good news should come from
XOs. Go ahead and rescind my order.
7:28:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I don't have the authority.
7:28:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> But rank or not you're facing the consequences of this.
7:28:48 PM cmdr shelev: Oh, drat. You just refused to let me
give you the authority by handing the bridge over.
7:29:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sighs:: Even if you did give me the bridge, I can't
just contradict an order you just gave.
7:29:36 PM LCdr TKirr: ::decides watching Shelev take the heat
is somewhat amusing and wonders if he just might need a counselor::
7:29:37 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Because I'm too lazy to write out
every necessary action, McKnight comes striding onto the bridge, smiling
mirthlessly:: Sir! I have some excellent news!
7:30:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::looks at McKnight, praying that it means he brought
bacon::
7:30:16 PM cmdr shelev: I haven't been shot yet!
7:30:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::mutters that isn't good news::
7:31:16 PM MajDougMcKnight: No, and you might maintain that
streak yet! See, I took the
liberty of belaying that last order, thus preventing this ship from
degenerating into one huge bar fight and saving you the trouble of finding
1,000 period uniforms in one
7:32:11 PM MajDougMcKnight: fell swoop. So, before I head on back down, got
anything else in mind to make my job that much harder?
7:32:16 PM cmdr shelev: Major, I am shocked. I would think you
to be the one to enjoy a good bar fight.
7:32:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Easier to just shoot him in the face. ::swears in
Klingon::
7:32:48 PM cmdr shelev: I will allow you and Harper to be the
bearers of good news. The period uniform requirement will be for senior
officers only.
7:33:04 PM LCdr TKirr: ::feels like her eyes are playing ping
pong, looking from one to the other::
7:33:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::glares::
7:33:12 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Clenches his jaw:: Oh joy and rapture unforseen.
7:33:42 PM cmdr shelev: But when the Admiral strides onto his ship,
he WILL see a Daedalus class ship in pristine condition, staffed by men and
women who appreciate history as he does.
7:33:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Major, how can I get put in the brig right now to avoid
being put in the brig for life?
7:34:40 PM cmdr shelev: Oh for fuck's sake.
7:34:41 PM MajDougMcKnight: ...Shelev said your mom's a whore.]
7:34:45 PM LCdr TKirr: ::tries to recall what period uniform of
this era looked like::
7:34:51 PM cmdr shelev: Commander T'Kirr.
7:34:58 PM LCdr TKirr: ::perks up::
7:35:06 PM cmdr shelev: We have a disagreement between two
executive officers in rank.
7:35:10 PM cmdr shelev: Please break the tie.
7:35:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> She's been called worse than that.
7:35:29 PM cmdr shelev: Before a fight that I'm not even
involved with starts up.
7:35:31 PM LCdr TKirr: ::blinks::
7:35:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Waitwaitwait, this is a vote!?
7:35:54 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Sighs:: Look, I'm fine with wearing the damn uniform. I could do with a change of clothes
anyway.
7:35:58 PM cmdr shelev: Well the dictatorship didn't work.
7:36:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I studied politics in Chicago, I know how to run an
election.
7:36:20 PM MajDougMcKnight: But Shelev gave the order. He should
be the one to "clarify" it.
7:36:35 PM cmdr shelev: I would be glad to do so.
7:36:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> "Vote early, vote often, and don't stop even when
you die."
7:37:08 PM cmdr shelev: Provided I can get assurances that
Harper will not sully the starfleet reputation by threatening a senior officer.
7:37:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::stares:: I've never overtly threatened anyone.
7:38:12 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Angry button pushing::
7:38:12 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Sighs:: Just stay close to me when I get back. I'll make sure all your teeth stay in
place this time.
7:38:29 PM cmdr shelev: ::Keys the shipwide intercom again.::
7:39:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::waits for the gunshot::
7:39:35 PM cmdr shelev: +Shipwide+ This is the commander. As a
clarification, the previous order is for department heads and senior staff
only. The rest of you may appear at the decommissioning ceremony in standard
dress.
7:39:56 PM cmdr shelev: There, happier?
7:40:11 PM cmdr shelev: Don't answer that.
7:40:16 PM Lt Percy Busard: ...::Looks to her fellow engineers:: I'll...be right back.
7:40:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::stares:: I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might
incriminate myself.
7:40:33 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Bolts for the bridge::
7:40:44 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Walks back into the
turbolift:: +Percy+ McKnight to
Busard.
7:41:07 PM LCdr TKirr: ::thinks the period dress can't be too
bad, and tries to think of it as a lesson in history::
7:41:07 PM Lt Percy Busard: +McKnight+ ::Obvious in a hurry to somewhere:: What.
7:41:12 PM MajDougMcKnight: If you're on the way to the bridge,
I don't want to see that wrench out of the tool belt, you hear me?
7:41:32 PM cmdr shelev: (( Fun fact: B5: Crusade was cancelled
because, among other things, JMS refused to honor an executive memo asking for
more fistfights on the bridge. ))
7:41:36 PM Lt Percy Busard: ....What about just a small one?
7:41:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::brings up a picture of the period uniforms, miniskirts
and all, on her PADD and passes it to T'Kirr::
7:42:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((::incites rebellion::)
7:42:13 PM LCdr TKirr: ::frowns 'til she sees the picture and
freezes::
7:42:23 PM cmdr shelev: (( Also iTunes just started playing My
Death by Scott Walker. ))
7:43:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((appropriate)
7:43:15 PM LCdr TKirr: ((LOL))
7:43:48 PM MajDougMcKnight: +Busard+ We're on our way to a
museum ceremony, Busard. Like it
or not, the AMENDED order is appropriate.
7:45:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::waits to see if T'Kirr kills Shelev, saving her the
paperwork and brig time::
7:45:26 PM Lt Percy Busard: +McKnight+ ...Fine
7:45:27 PM Lt Percy Busard: *.
7:45:42 PM MajDougMcKnight: +Busard+ Besides, we've all seen you
in less. McKnight out.
7:45:48 PM cmdr shelev: (( owned ))
7:45:52 PM Lt Percy Busard: +McKnight+ I hate you.
7:45:57 PM LCdr TKirr: ::merely fixes Shelev with a glare::
7:46:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((Fucking owned.))
7:46:25 PM cmdr shelev: }:-]
7:46:35 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Just grins as he makes for his
quarters to grab a quick sonic shower before changing.::
7:47:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((hey Percy, he's right, at least it's more clothing than the slave
outfit :v: ))
7:48:02 PM LCdr TKirr: ((That's a good point, Ian.. we were all
thinking of something else))
7:48:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> :quagmire:
7:48:32 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Enters the bridge just for a moment, and just hands
Shelev a PADD with a giant frowny face drawn on it. And then walks out again::
7:48:39 PM cmdr shelev: :[
7:49:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((I was trying to get her to look on the bright side, okay? No
appreciation for my efforts around here, I tells ya.))
7:50:47 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Showering. La la la.::
7:50:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sighs, wondering if she can get a transfer granted in
half an hour::
7:51:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::or perhaps fake her own death::
7:51:53 PM cmdr shelev: Harper, will you please take the bridge
for an interval?
7:52:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Why.
7:52:05 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Goes to find the damned uniform after leaving::
7:52:06 PM MajDougMcKnight: ("Homer, when you bought that
dummy, I asked if it was to fake your own death. You told me no!")
7:52:20 PM cmdr shelev: I need to get into costume!
7:52:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> Me too.
7:52:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Yeah, yeah.
7:52:56 PM cmdr shelev: Be right back!
7:53:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::swears in Inuit::
7:53:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> ::runs off:
7:53:47 PM cmdr shelev: ::Enters the TL. Goes to the officer's
head to shower and put on a dashing Kirkesque yellow tunic.::
7:53:57 PM LCdr TKirr: ::decides she'd better allow more time
than usual to figure out her 'uniform' and resignedly summons Logan to take her
place::
7:54:14 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::For the sake of brevity, and
assuming McKnight takes fast showers, he gets on the comm as he's pulling on an
undershirt.:: +O'Grady+ O'Grady, we don't have much time, so I want this order
passed out to all hands immediately.
7:54:24 PM MajDougMcKnight: This ship is to be man cleaned.
7:54:34 PM MajDougMcKnight: +O'Grady+ Man cleaned, sir?
7:54:48 PM MajDougMcKnight: (Er, pretent that said +McKnight+)
7:54:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sits in the center seat, feeling as though she's
captaining the Titanic::
7:55:31 PM MajDougMcKnight: +O'Grady+ Yes, Captain. Man cleaned. It's a subtle, delicate illusion that requires no one open
any of the doors or cupboards, lest they find all of our crap that we stuffed
in there.
7:55:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::or the Kobayashi Maru, perhaps::
7:55:47 PM LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::strolls onto the Bridge,
attempting to hide his smirk at T'Kirr but doing a bad job at it::
7:56:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Logan wipe that smirk off your face.
7:56:15 PM LCdr TKirr: ::does so::
7:56:26 PM LCdr TKirr: ((Logan))
7:56:40 PM LCdr TKirr: ::walks off the Bridge::
7:57:05 PM cmdr shelev: ::Returns to the Bridge.:: Ok, 15
minutes to showtime, people!
7:57:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> My turn, I guess.
7:57:25 PM cmdr shelev: Right-o.
7:57:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::walks into the TL and disappears::
7:57:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> ::emerges in an awesome Kirk-yellow tunic:: Giggity.
7:58:22 PM cmdr shelev: At least someone else is happy about
this order.
7:58:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> These were the best uniforms in Starfleet history, sir!
7:58:50 PM cmdr shelev: If I had the authority to promote you, I
would!
7:58:55 PM LCdr TKirr: ::showered with 'uniform' in hand, goes
about figuring it out::
7:58:59 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Minutes later, McKnight too would
emerge on the bridge in what I assume should be black bell bottoms and a red
shirt.:: Says the guy in the color
that never got shot at first.
7:59:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> :awesome:
7:59:03 PM cmdr shelev: But in the meantime, make preparations
to drop out of warp.
7:59:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> Right-o sir!
7:59:29 PM LCdr TKirr: ((rofl McKnight))
7:59:34 PM cmdr shelev: I would never have ordered this on an
away mission.
7:59:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::showers and is also pondering the uniform::
7:59:58 PM cmdr shelev: You prevented me from being grievously
injured, so I owe you that much.
7:59:59 PM LCdr TKirr: ::dons the top easily enough and pulls up
the skirt, then looks around for the rest, wondering where she'd put it::
8:00:14 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Is still, of course, wearing his
contemporary phaser::
8:00:15 PM LCdr TKirr: This can't be right...
8:00:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> Space was so rugged back then, I love it.
8:01:01 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Exits her quarters in the outfit:: Goddamnit, twice in
one trip. This cannot be good. ::And then wandered back to Engineering.::
8:01:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::puts the damned thing on, swearing in languages that we
in the 20th century have never heard of::
8:01:36 PM cmdr shelev: Stow it, I already gave you a fake
promotion.
8:01:46 PM cmdr shelev: ((Good thing we're in the 21st))
8:01:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> I'm not kidding, I'm a history buff.
8:02:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((yeah yeah everyone here was alive in the 20th so there))
8:03:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::putting her hair up in a bun:: I feel like I should be
attending a Beatles concert.
8:03:33 PM LCdr TKirr: Having not shown this much leg since she
was a child of the desert, exits her quarters in full period dress and makes
her way back to the Bridge::
8:03:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::finds a period science tricorder and slings that over
her shoulder::
8:04:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::tries to turn it on, but the battery is dead::
8:04:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::shrugs and exits to the TL:
8:04:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::arrives on the bridge, wearing Science blue::
8:05:16 PM cmdr shelev: And we're back.
8:05:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::wordlessly walks over to a seat next to that hooded
thing Spock looked into all the time and sits down::
8:05:46 PM LCdr TKirr: ::takes the next TL up to the Bridge,
coming in behind Harper, also in blue::
8:05:49 PM cmdr shelev: Helm, drop out of warp and hail
spacedock.
8:05:49 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Tries very hard not to hit someone when she hears
snickers::
8:06:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> Sir yes sir!
8:06:41 PM LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::bites his lip::
8:06:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> ::turns:: Spacedock on the horn, dockmaster has cleared
us and our tow.
8:06:55 PM cmdr shelev: One would hope!
8:06:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> ::steals a glance at all the leg showing behind him::
8:07:07 PM cmdr shelev: Eyes front, ensign.
8:07:11 PM cmdr shelev: ::Does the same thing.::
8:07:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> Roight.
8:07:37 PM LCdr TKirr: ::hangs out at Science, feeling better
the closer she is to Harper::
8:08:15 PM LCdr TKirr: Logan, back to your duties, please.
8:08:16 PM MajDougMcKnight: How much do you suppose it'd piss
Blackthorne off is we went IN under impulse in this thing?
8:08:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> It's what he'd do.
8:08:39 PM MajDougMcKnight: Yeah, but he won't get the chance.
8:08:53 PM cmdr shelev: Then do it for the Admiral.
8:08:58 PM LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> Yes, right.. ::awkward
silence, then leaves without another word::
8:09:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::fiddles with the science tricorder::
8:09:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::trying to make the damned huge thing turn on::
8:09:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> Awright!
8:09:46 PM LCdr TKirr: ::notices Harper's frustration and flicks
the switch::
8:09:51 PM MajDougMcKnight: ::Glances over at Harper:: Oh, hey, that's not bad. Did we find any PHASER shaped paper
weights onboard?
8:10:03 PM cmdr shelev: +Spacedock+ Spacedock, this is the USS
Atlantis flag. Is Admiral Blackthorne available?
8:10:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Oh, huh, how about that. Thanks.
8:10:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> No, this just happened to be laying around, and I thought
it looked the part...
8:11:06 PM MajDougMcKnight: Ah, drat. Well, I suppose it's only fair you be carrying the thing
that draws someone's gaze above the hem line.
8:11:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Dockmaster> +Shelev+
He's um, yeah... wow. Just fly in already.
8:11:26 PM LCdr TKirr: ::perks a brow::
8:11:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::stares::
8:11:44 PM cmdr shelev: Park this thing.
8:11:55 PM Lt Percy Busard: ::Gets sick of being the only one in "uniform"
down in Engineering:: Quinn, look after things here, will you? ::Runs up to the
Bridge::
8:12:05 PM Lt Percy Busard: Are we there yet?
8:12:13 PM cmdr shelev: Yes, we are!
8:12:17 PM Lt Percy Busard: Good!
8:12:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Helmsman> ::flies the pair of ships through the doors and swerves
into a dock slot, slinging the Atlantis behind them into the adjacent berth.
8:12:29 PM cmdr shelev: We'll be done once Blackthorne has the
bridge again.
8:12:30 PM LCdr TKirr: ((Don't run in that too fast, Percy))
8:12:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Blackthorne and Zuriyev> WHAT THE FUCK.
8:12:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((test)
8:12:47 PM cmdr shelev: (( wow just wow ))
8:13:14 PM LCdr TKirr: ::stares::
8:13:31 PM cmdr shelev: (( I don't know if that was planned or
not! ))
8:13:36 PM LCdr TKirr: ((Oh no he must've crashed the ships))
8:13:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((I'm here!)
8:13:45 PM Lt Percy Busard: (Ooops.)
8:13:52 PM cmdr shelev: (( He says he is still getting chats but
he left ))
[23:14] Lt Percy Busard: (Lame)
[23:14] Cmdr Shelev: ((he's workin on it ))
[23:17] *** Lord Luceo has joined the chat.
[23:17] Lord Luceo: ((ahaha, got in with a different name))
[23:17] Cmdr Shelev: (( :wtc: ))
[23:17] Lt Percy Busard: (WB)
[23:17] Lord Luceo: ((I dunno, it won't let blackthorne in,
but let's carry on, did I miss anything?)
[23:18] LCdr TKirr: ((Nope))
[23:18] Lord Luceo: Blackthorne> What the bloody hell did
he do to my ship!
[23:18] Lord Luceo: Mr. John Andrew Harrington III from the
Smithsonian> I say!
[23:18] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> ::holding a box of medals,
which he drops::
[23:19] Lord Luceo: Helmsman> We're parked, Commander.
[23:19] Cmdr Shelev: Can this thing dock with a modern
spacedock?
[23:20] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::plays with the tricorder
absentmindedly, waiting for this all to be over with::
[23:20] Lord Luceo: Helmsman> Aye sir, the moorings are
already attaching.
[23:20] LCdr TKirr: ::looking over Harper's shoulder at the
device, deciding it's entirely too crude to be interested in it and lets her
keep it::
[23:21] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::isn't all that interested
in the device but it's better than what's going on around her::
[23:21] Cmdr Shelev: Now we wait for Ian and Zuriev to do
their "My ship no My ship" routine before they come aboard.
[23:22] Lord Luceo: Blackthorne> ::marches aboard next to
Zuriyev, the Horizon being neither of theirs::
[23:22] Lt Percy Busard: ::Has relocated herself to an
appropriate chair by now::
[23:23] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> ::has gathered his box of
medals and such just in case::
[23:23] Cmdr Shelev: ::Stands at attention.::
[23:23] Lord Luceo: B&Z> ::arrives on the bridge::
[23:23] LCdr TKirr: ((Don't blame you, Percy, ship of this
type has no engineering))
[23:23] MajDougMcKnight: ::Notes the airlock having opened
on whatever screen would indicate that, and sighing, takes up a position by the
big chair.::
[23:23] Cmdr Shelev: Admiral on the bridge!
[23:23] MajDougMcKnight: ::And now stands at attention::
[23:24] Lord Luceo: ::walks up to Shelev:: Commander.
[23:24] LCdr TKirr: ::looks to the two arrivals, standing
smartly at her station::
[23:24] Cmdr Shelev: Sir.
[23:24] Lord Luceo: Why is my ship dead.
[23:24] Cmdr Shelev: I commanded it, sir.
[23:24] Lt Percy Busard: ::Oh right. Totally stood at
attention too::
[23:24] Lord Luceo: ...
[23:24] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::now at attention, waiting
for the inquest::
[23:24] Cmdr Shelev: ...
[23:25] Lord Luceo: ::walks over to Harper:: Commander. What
did he do.
[23:25] MajDougMcKnight: ::Clears his throat
unfomfortably:: Begging your
pardon, sirs, but if anything, the blame is mine.
[23:25] LCdr TKirr: ((Just so you know, my husband's
coughing laughing at Shelev))
[23:25] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> ::watching with a smirk on
his face::
[23:25] Cmdr Shelev: (( :dance: ))
[23:25] Lord Luceo: ::turns to Doug before Harper can
answer::
[23:26] MajDougMcKnight: Well, technically, maybe that's not
quite right either, so much as...right.
Machen Bren device. We
missed one.
[23:26] Lord Luceo: JAH3ftS> ::arrives onthe bridge::
[23:27] Lord Luceo: ::breathes in sharply:: Ah, I see.
[23:27] Lord Luceo: ::turns back to Harper:: So he didn't
kill my ship by his very presence.
[23:27] Lord Luceo: Harper> No Admiral... that wasn't his
fault.
[23:27] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::looks pained::
[23:28] Lord Luceo: ::turns back to Shelev:: Shelev, you are
an unfathomable well of .... something.
[23:28] Cmdr Shelev: Thank you, sir!
[23:28] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> So instead of Atlantis
towing Horizon home, it is the other way around! ::laughs heartily::
[23:29] Lord Luceo: JAH3ftS> What's all this then!
[23:29] MajDougMcKnight: Just be glad they're building our
ships sleek and streamlined these days, sir.
[23:29] LCdr TKirr: ::just watches::
[23:30] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> For bringing the Horizon
home to us, the Atlantis crew is hereby commended with the meritorious service
ribbon! ::goes around pinning medals on the assembled senior staff::
[23:30] Cmdr Shelev: :unsmith:
[23:31] Lord Luceo: ::surveys the bridge:: Nice touch with
the period uniforms, Captain.
[23:31] Lt Percy Busard: ::Looks slightly happier at the
shiny::
[23:31] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::perks an eyebrow as the
ribbon is pinned on, surprised that she isn't being court-martialed::
[23:32] LCdr TKirr: ::is pinned::
[23:32] MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks down appreciatively after
nodding his thanks to the admiral, wondering when next he can find an excuse to
wear his dress uniform. Maybe at
the reception.::
[23:32] Cmdr Shelev: ::Looks around for a captain.::
[23:32] Lord Luceo: JAH3ftS> This is a remarkable
specimen for the museum, and the crew in period attire is a perfect touch!
[23:32] Cmdr Shelev: :haw:
[23:32] Lord Luceo: Mr. Shelev.
[23:32] Cmdr Shelev: Yessir.
[23:32] Lord Luceo: I am as surprised to being doing this in
these circumstances as any other.
[23:33] Cmdr Shelev: .oO { I'm fired. :( }
[23:33] Lord Luceo: But as my executive officer you are
often called to command, and do so over multiple ships in battle from my
flagship. For this, and for your service in battle, the rank of Commander is no
longer suitable.
[23:34] Lord Luceo: I therefore, by the power vested in me
by some damned fool ::glances at Zuriyev:: promote you to the rank of Captain.
[23:34] MajDougMcKnight: Eat a bug!
[23:34] MajDougMcKnight: ::Nix::
[23:34] Cmdr Shelev: ((That comes at the pub crawl, dammit))
[23:35] Lord Luceo: That tradition is only for graduating
Ensigns, Major, but just wait until the party later on.
[23:35] Cmdr Shelev: Thank you, sir!
[23:35] LCdr TKirr: ::is certain Hell just froze over,
nevertheless, her eyes light up::
[23:35] Cmdr Shelev: ::Also certain Hell just heated up a
few degrees. Andorian Hell is very cold.::
[23:35] Lord Luceo: Well done. ::turns to address the
bridge:: Good job in getting home in this situation, with both ships.
[23:35] MajDougMcKnight: ::Makes sure his jaw isn't hanging
low, and shaking his head in wonderment, just starts clapping with with a
somewhat amused, somewhat dazed smile::
[23:36] Lt Percy Busard: ::Tries to keep her eyes from
bugging out::
[23:36] LCdr TKirr: ::eyes glued to Admiral Blackthorne::
[23:36] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::staring at the wall in
disbelief::
[23:36] Lord Luceo: ::smiles:: Now, there's lots of work to
be done in getting Atlantis operational again.
[23:37] Lord Luceo: Captain, if you will officially turn the
Horizon over to Mr. Harrington.
[23:37] Cmdr Shelev: With pleasure.
[23:37] Lord Luceo: JAH3ftS> ::walks up to Shelev::
[23:37] Lord Luceo: JAH3fts> ::has his camera crew come
in and take pictures of the bridge and crew::
[23:38] Cmdr Shelev: Mr. Harrington, it is my extreme
pleasure, as well as that of the entire crew of the USS Atlantis, to donate the
USS Horizon to the Smithsonian Institute.
[23:38] Lord Luceo: Harrington> ::shakes Shelev's hand as
they have several pictures taken:: Thank you, Captain, we are honored.
[23:39] Lord Luceo: Harrington> Please, assemble the
bridge crew in front of the viewer for a group portrait for the museum.
[23:39] LCdr TKirr: ::continues to stand at attention,
playing the part of scenery::
[23:39] Lt Percy Busard: ::Stays standing. Wee::
[23:39] Cmdr Shelev: You heard the gentlemen. Front and
center!
[23:40] LCdr TKirr: ::moves::
[23:40] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::walks down there, it not
having sunk in that she's about to be immortalized in a museum::
[23:41] Lt Percy Busard: ::Moves with the rest, unsure if
she counts as bridge crew::
[23:41] MajDougMcKnight: ::Remembering a bit of internal
monologue that went through his head once on his last ship he served on, as he
takes his place.::
[23:41] LCdr TKirr: ::jostling, waits for the picture::
[23:41] Lord Luceo: ((He's a civilian, he just means
everyone there))
[23:41] Cmdr Shelev: ::Stands in the center of the
viewscreen in his 23rd century garb looking quite full of himself and mildly
bewildered.::
[23:41] Lord Luceo: Helmsman> ::moves down and strikes a
dashing pose::
[23:41] Lord Luceo: (22nd century :v: )
[23:41] Cmdr Shelev: ((I thought tng was 24th
[23:42] Lord Luceo: (Enterprise was in the 2150s, the
Daedalus class was launched in the 2160s)
[23:42] Cmdr Shelev: ((Oh fuck you're right, the
Horizon--hlkdsfghdsflghgjkldhgl;dfs))
[23:42] Lord Luceo: ACTION> The crew assembles, several
pictures are taken.
[23:43] Lord Luceo: Harrington> Thank you all very much,
the Institute appreciates your work to preserving history!
[23:43] LCdr TKirr: ::doesn't smile::
[23:44] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::Tries her best to look
happy to be there::
[23:44] Lord Luceo: Helmsman> :awesome:
[23:45] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> I am surprised you did not
kill him
[23:45] Cmdr Shelev: :awesome:
[23:45] LCdr TKirr: ::nods courteously to Harrington::
[23:45] Lord Luceo: It wasn't his fault.
[23:45] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> Let me know how bad my ship
is.
[23:45] Cmdr Shelev: (( BULLSHIT ))
[23:45] Lord Luceo: My ship.
[23:45] Lord Luceo: Zuriyev> Right...
[23:46] Lord Luceo: Harrington> ::takes the keys from
Helmsman:
[23:46] Cmdr Shelev: Mr. Harrington, there is one more
thing.
[23:46] Lord Luceo: Harrington> Yes?
[23:47] Cmdr Shelev: ::Hands him a disk.:: This ship
contained in it a proof of Pratchett's Law, which you are now holding.
[23:47] Lord Luceo: Harrington> Goodness! You mean...?
[23:47] Lord Luceo: Harrington> It honestly has degraded
to Queen's Greatest Hits?
[23:48] Cmdr Shelev: It has, by our limited experience.
[23:48] Lord Luceo: ::catches his eyes lingering on T'Kirr
and her uniform, returns them to watching the disc exchange::
[23:48] Lord Luceo: Harrington> Remarkable! An amazing
find!
[23:49] LCdr TKirr: ::noticed Ian and blushes green::
[23:49] Lord Luceo: Harper> ::rolls her eyes::
[23:49] Lord Luceo: Helmsman> :quagmire::
[23:50] Cmdr Shelev: With all due respect, Admiral.
permission to relieve the crew back to their duties on Atlantis?
[23:50] Lord Luceo: ::nods:: Granted Captain. Let's go home.
[23:50] Lord Luceo: PAUSE SIM
[23:50] Lord Luceo: PAUSE SIM
[23:50] Lord Luceo: PAUSE SIM
[23:50] LCdr TKirr: ::pauses::
[23:50] Cmdr Shelev: Though 10 bucks wagers that 80% of the
crew bumrushed the airlocks once the moorings were secure
[23:51] Lord Luceo: Bravo!!
[23:51] Lord Luceo: That was hilarious.
[23:51] LCdr TKirr: Heh heh
[23:51] Cmdr Shelev: Also, I promise that this will be the
last plot where we abuse female officers for fun and no profit. Until the next
one.
[23:52] Lord Luceo: You lie.
[23:52] LCdr TKirr: Oh, but who controls the next plot?
[23:52] Lt Percy Busard: Hee hee hee
[23:52] Lord Luceo: Percy!
[23:52] Cmdr Shelev: Percy :v:
[23:52] LCdr TKirr: ::grins::
[23:52] Cmdr Shelev: Which means we are doomed.
[23:52] Lt Percy Busard: *ahem*
[23:52] Lt Percy Busard: MWAHAHAHA!
[23:52] Lord Luceo: Percy, I have good news.
[23:52] Cmdr Shelev: omg she found the font button
[23:53] Lord Luceo: You will have two more weeks to perfect
your plot.
[23:53] Lt Percy Busard: Oh yay!
[23:53] Lord Luceo: Next week, there will be no sim as I
will be traveling.
[23:53] Lord Luceo: So, for purposes of LOGS.....
[23:53] Lord Luceo: Two weeks plus will have also passed in
sim time.
[23:54] LCdr TKirr: Good to know.
[23:54] Lord Luceo: Many of the crew will have rotated back
out on leave, you can assume the Atlantis is online again.
[23:54] Lt Percy Busard: 'Kaaay.
[23:54] Lord Luceo: I figure everyone got at least a few
days on Earth.
[23:54] Cmdr Shelev: My bruises from getting punched in the
face by percy, harper, and pretty much everyone else have mostly faded
[23:54] Lord Luceo: Harper never actually struck you.
[23:55] LCdr TKirr: Yes, your neck bruises from me are
almost gone, too.
[23:55] LCdr TKirr: And yes, I mean nerve pinch bruises.
[23:55] Cmdr Shelev: You know she arranged for that guy to
come to the bridge
[23:55] LCdr TKirr: Not the other kind
[23:55] Lt Percy Busard: Bow chicka wow wow?
[23:55] Cmdr Shelev: I would make a comment here but it
would be unbecoming
[23:55] Lord Luceo: Oh snap
[23:56] Cmdr Shelev: plus you already admitted your husband
is reading
[23:56] LCdr TKirr: Nah
[23:56] LCdr TKirr: I only tell him the parts I want him to
hear
[23:56] Cmdr Shelev: in other news
[23:56] Cmdr Shelev: it is jason's birfday
[23:56] LCdr TKirr: Really?
[23:56] Lord Luceo: oh goddammit tod
[23:56] Cmdr Shelev: laffo
[23:56] LCdr TKirr: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMGZ YAY YAY!!
[23:56] Lord Luceo: Thanks! :)
[23:56] LCdr TKirr: PARTAY PARTAY ::dance::
[23:56] Lt Percy Busard: Holy crap. Happy birthday!
[23:57] Cmdr Shelev: I respect as much privacy as a
billboard
[23:57] Cmdr Shelev: :toot:
[23:57] MajDougMcKnight: Oh, crap. Picked the wrong time to zone out.
[23:57] MajDougMcKnight: Happy birthday and stuff.
[23:58] LCdr TKirr: Yeah, and stuff
[23:58] Lord Luceo: Alright, awesome, stuff!
[23:58] Cmdr Shelev: the stuff is in the turkey?
[23:58] LCdr TKirr: And.. it's midnight. -_-
[23:58] Cmdr Shelev: stuffing
[23:58] LCdr TKirr: Stuffing! The best!
[23:58] Cmdr Shelev: not out here it aint
[23:58] Cmdr Shelev: midnight that is
[23:59] Lord Luceo: A fun sim for my birthday, thanks y'all
[23:59] LCdr TKirr: =)
[23:59] Cmdr Shelev: ta-ta
[23:59] MajDougMcKnight: Next year, we should have a sim
with blackjack! And hookers!
[00:00] MajDougMcKnight: And forget the blackjack!
[00:00] Cmdr Shelev: I think we've hit hooker quota for a
while
[00:00] LCdr TKirr: !
[00:00] Cmdr Shelev: or at least hooker costume
[00:00] Lt Percy Busard: ...
[00:00] LCdr TKirr: <_<
[00:00] LCdr TKirr: >_>
[00:00] Cmdr Shelev: foot, meet bullet
[00:01] Cmdr Shelev: bullet travels fast and causes extreme
pain
[00:01] Lt Percy Busard: Yeah, Shelev's getting punched
again.
[00:01] Lt Percy Busard: A lot.
[00:01] LCdr TKirr: Bruises about to reappear
[00:01] Cmdr Shelev: bullet, meet foot.
[00:01] Cmdr Shelev: he deserved it
[00:01] Cmdr Shelev: sorry
[00:01] Lord Luceo: rofl
[00:02] Cmdr Shelev: well I done fucked up enough tonight;
ta-ta and see you all in two weeks where I will again tempt death by not
analyzing what I say before I say it!
[00:02] LCdr TKirr: 'Kay.
[00:03] Lt Percy Busard: Hooray! More violence!
[00:03] MajDougMcKnight: Night!
[00:03] Lord Luceo: G'night y'all!
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