7:21:31 PM Jason Belcher: Okay
what the hell
7:21:37 PM cmdr shelev: intenet
7:21:40 PM Jason Belcher: Same
thing that happened two weeks ago
7:22:05 PM LCdr TKirr: Yeesh. =/
7:22:17 PM Jason Belcher: Okay,
let's start this before the internet breaks even harder
7:22:30 PM DrunknGunbunny: 'Kaaay.
7:23:47 PM Jason Belcher: Also,
I noticed that I don't have the end of last sim, my log stopped when I switched
screen names.
7:23:52 PM Jason Belcher: Does
anyone have the full log?
7:23:56 PM LCdr TKirr: Yeah
7:24:14 PM Jason Belcher: Please
send it to me, and log tonight's as well, because I don't think my logging is
working
7:24:33 PM Jason Belcher: Okay,
here we go
7:25:05 PM Jason Belcher: Tonight,
Atlantis is online and operational again after two weeks in spacedock.
7:25:08 PM Jason Belcher: All
crew have been recalled.
7:25:27 PM Jason Belcher: Captain
Shelev has been given orders from Blackthorne to get the ship ready for
departure while he meets with Admiral Zuriyev.
7:25:40 PM cmdr shelev: We are all doomed
7:25:42 PM cmdr shelev: as per usual
7:25:43 PM Jason Belcher: Questions?
7:25:50 PM LCdr TKirr: Can I transfer pls
7:25:57 PM Jason Belcher: yeah,
to the Horizon :v:
7:26:05 PM LCdr TKirr: 'Kay that'll work.
7:26:08 PM Jason Belcher: :(
7:26:09 PM LCdr TKirr: <_<
7:26:12 PM MisterBoxingBear: Captain Shelev...wow, that's
chilling.
7:26:28 PM Jason Belcher: ::cackles::
7:26:32 PM Jason Belcher: Okay
then.
7:26:34 PM Jason Belcher: BEGIN
SIM
7:26:34 PM DrunknGunbunny: Aw man, I'd forgotten about that.
7:26:37 PM Jason Belcher: BEGIN
SIM
7:26:38 PM Jason Belcher: BEGIN
SIM
7:26:57 PM Jason Belcher: A
routine scientific survey, Alexi? We're being laid low.
7:27:06 PM Jason Belcher: Zuriyev>
Da, and for your own good, Ian.
7:27:26 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Sitting on the Bridge, making some last adjustments:: So, how's
that sunburn going, T'Kirr?
7:27:50 PM cmdr shelev: ::Sitting in the big center chair,
having received his own passkey.::
7:28:10 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Standing outside his office,
sipping at the first new mug or raktajino:: Yep, ship's fixed.
That is my expert professional assessment.
7:28:12 PM Jason Belcher: Zuriyev>
You are currently seen as a hero to the Federation. There is even talk of you
getting a fourth star.
7:28:21 PM LCdr TKirr: ::looking neatly uniformed and otherwise
unremarkable, bears a bluish-green complexion she can't very well hide, and
mutters under her breath:: Doctor Airell is preparing a treatment.
7:28:35 PM Jason Belcher: I
don't want a fourth star, because it'll mean a desk job. I have all the rank I
need.
7:28:58 PM MisterBoxingBear: (You can probably order someone
else to take the desk job.)
7:29:07 PM Jason Belcher: Zuriyev>
Good, because I do not know how I would deal with no longer outranking you
anyway. My point is that we do not want anything to happen to endanger that
reputation as a hero.
7:29:17 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Snickers:: Should have taken the sunblock,
7:29:25 PM Jason Belcher: Zuriyev>
Such as what you and I both know happened regarding your wife's sudden release
from the Orion.
7:29:36 PM LCdr TKirr: ::doesn't answer, looking busy at
Science::
7:30:02 PM LCdr TKirr: ((Dunno, that was pretty heroic to me
=P))
7:30:04 PM Jason Belcher: Fine,
fine, we'll lay low.
7:30:17 PM Jason Belcher: Zuriyev>
Good man. There is one more thing, Ian.
7:30:18 PM MisterBoxingBear: (And there were grenades. That's always awesome.)
7:30:26 PM Jason Belcher: ((Hell
yeah it was, but it was kinda illegal. :v: )
7:30:44 PM Jason Belcher: ...
What.
7:30:50 PM LCdr TKirr: ((Just a little bit, yeah))
7:31:34 PM Jason Belcher: Zuriyev>
Because of some curiosity by the rest of the Admiralty that I was unable to
quell, Starfleet has decided to put an engineering inspector on Atlantis.
7:31:51 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Whistles amusedly::
7:31:53 PM DrunknGunbunny: (SHIT)
7:31:55 PM cmdr shelev: (( :gonk: ))
7:31:56 PM Jason Belcher: (DAMMIT
In the chat room: Tod Weitzel (xarphxarphlol@gmail.com)
7:41 PM Tod: You've been invited to this chat room!
7:42 PM Rachel has joined
Tod: ok we're getting
there
Rachel: Woo.
7:43 PM Tod: jason talk in here instead of aim
me: test
Rachel: Test?
Tod: ok
me: Okay now we need
our non-gmail heathens in here
7:44 PM Rachel: Hooray, heathens!
7:48 PM Tod: jason give this to t'kirr
http://www.google.com/support/talk/bin/answer.py?answer=60155&topic=1188
me: she did that
7:49 PM Tod: she has been invited
lcdrtkirr@gmail.com
has joined
Rachel: Woo!
7:50 PM Tod: internet
mike is slow
lcdrtkirr: Hm
Who do I show up as?
Tod:
tkirr@hotmail.com
me: tkirr@hotmail.com
(lcdrtkirr@gmail.com)
lcdrtkirr: Pfft
Tod: he wins
7:51 PM lcdrtkirr: I need a name like you guys heh
Tod: you can tweak
all that shit in the full client I think
lcdrtkirr: Okay.
me: Yeah, let's just
get everyone in here and get moving
7:52 PM michaelroylance@gmail.com has joined
me: Ah, okay, we're
all in!
Tod: ok if we're
lucky this won't be any more pants than it is
michaelroylance: This
vast expanse of white depresses me.
Tod: install other im
client problem solved
michaelroylance: I
felt you should all know that.
me: Yeah, and I miss
my fonts, but at least it works.
7:53 PM So, what was the last thing everyone saw?
Tod: hell I don't
remember
we were farting
around the bridge
michaelroylance:
T'Kirr leaving right after Zuriyev mentioning the engineering review.
7:54 PM That's the last thing I saw, anyway.
Rachel: Me too.
me: Okay, let's
resume there.
RESUME SIM GODDAMMIT
RESUME SIM GODDAMMIT
Zuriyev> Because
of some curiosity by the rest of the Admiralty that I was unable to quell,
Starfleet has decided to put an engineering inspector on Atlantis.
Ian> To what end?
lcdrtkirr: Err
I left?
7:55 PM Why'd I leave?
Rachel: Because AIM
sucks
michaelroylance:
(Same reason we all did, I suspect.)
Tod: ::Pages a yeoman
to the bridge with beverages since as a captain he can get away with such things::
Rachel: (Pretend I
used parentheses)
lcdrtkirr: ((I
thought you meant my character... nm))
7:56 PM Tod: ((this will probably not be a permanent chat
arrangement; just a fallback on weeks when AIM shits itself))
me: Zuriyev>
::shakes his head:: I am not sure. Lack of confidence in your engineering
staff, perhaps. A couple of Admirals were insistent, at least.
Rachel: ::Whistling
whilest she works::
7:57 PM me: Zuriyev> Commander Damien Marcus will be reporting
aboard Atlantis soon. You will allow him the access he requires.
Ian> Aye, sir.
Tod: ::And good thing
too; this place was starting to become lousy with commanders.::
me: Zuriyev> You
sure you don't want that fourth star, Ian?
7:58 PM Ian> ::smirks:: Like I said, I have all the rank I
need, because I sure as hell don't want YOUR job.
Zuriyev> Take
care of my ship.
Ian> My ship.
Give Brooke and the kids my regards.
7:59 PM michaelroylance: (MY regards.)
lcdrtkirr: ::dinks
around at Science, not really thinking about what she's doing and pondering
when she'll be called to Sickbay::
me: ::turns and heads
out of Alexi's office:: God. Dammit.
Zuriyev> I wonder
if I should have told him...
8:00 PM Zuriyev> No, it will be more interesting this way.
Zuriyev> Payback
for the last pool game I lost to him! ::Cackles heartily::
Ian> ::makes his
way to the Atlantis's boarding ramp::
8:01 PM Rachel: ::Gets up from her work to get a raktagino:: Coffee...
michaelroylance:
::Some random marine nods to him, guarding this approach until the final all
aboard notice::
me: ::nods to said
Marine as he boards Atlantis::
8:02 PM Tod: ::Poke button, make noise, look serious.::
8:03 PM michaelroylance: ACTION...sort of> Before Blackthorne
is far past the airlock, however, he is theoretically stopped by a precise,
somewhat imperious sounding voice from behind.
Marcus> Admiral
Blackthorne.
me: ::stops and
turns:: Yes?
8:04 PM lcdrtkirr: ::gets a call from Sickbay::
michaelroylance:
::There stands a well groomed man with jet black hair, complete with especially
groomed moustache, wearing the yellow Star Fleet uniform complete with three
pips.:: Commander Marcus, sir. DAMIEN Marcus.
::Twirls moustache::
8:05 PM Tod: (( oh god ))
Rachel: (Heeheehee)
michaelroylance:
Ahem, anyway...I believe you were informed of my most recent appointment.
me: Mm, yes,
Commander. I am Admiral Ian Blackthorne, welcome aboard.
8:06 PM lcdrtkirr: Captain.
me: ::places a tiny
emphasis on the ranks::
lcdrtkirr: ((That's
you now, Shelev))
8:07 PM Tod: Commander?
lcdrtkirr: I'll be
down in Sickbay.
8:08 PM ::looks a rather unhealthy blue::
Tod: ::Does a shitty
version of the vulcan eyebrow raise.:: Acknowledged. Dismissed.
Rachel: Feel better
::Drink drink drink drink the lovely coffee!::
me: ((okay the
smilies have to stop!! Argh!)
lcdrtkirr: ::departs
the Bridge, shortly reaching Sickbay, where she is treated by a smirking Kiley
Airell::
8:09 PM michaelroylance: ::Smiles in a manner that conveys no
warmth whatsoever at the rank emphasis, in the manner of a man who knows the
other man's approval is for the moment irrelevant, and steps over the
threshold:: My thanks. I shall require office space, as well as full access to
all ship's duty logs dating back no less than these past six months.
(Or whenever Percy
took over the job. Whichever was more recent.)
8:10 PM me: Indeed. My executive officer will provide them.
8:11 PM lcdrtkirr: Nolan> ::joins Kiley, scrutinizing T'Kirr
with amusement and ill-disguised interest:: Ah, no sunblock? You look almost
Andorian.
::glares at Nolan
dangerously::
8:12 PM michaelroylance: Excellent. I'm sure light will be shed on
this untidy matter most promptly. As you know, I have no small experience with
the "methodology" of the officer in question.
me: I'm sorry, I've
not been briefed on that.
Tod: (( If looks
could kill, T'Kirr's would be manslaughter in the second. ))
Rachel: ((Aw, not
murder in the first? That's so much cooler))
lcdrtkirr: ((He's my
character, I could drop him dead if I wanted to.))
8:13 PM Tod: (( Vulcans are passive-aggressive. Compare:
romulans.))
Rachel: ((Aah, yes))
8:14 PM michaelroylance: ::Turns back with an arched eyebrow:: Oh?
Well, isn't that a bother.
lcdrtkirr: Nolan>
::keeps something to himself, except what is frustratingly clear on his face,
and moves off to finish something Kiley is shooing him to do::
8:15 PM ::is finished being treated, and proceeds to hop off the
biobed and bound for the exit::
me: A bother. Out
with it, Commander.
8:16 PM michaelroylance: Suffice it to say, her name has not
always been Busard. Particularly not in a regrettable two year period some
years ago during which time I knew her as Mrs. Persephone Marcus.
8:17 PM Tod has left
me: Then, Commander,
I expect not one iota of unprofessional behavior regarding Lieutenant Busard,
is that clear?
lcdrtkirr: ((gasp!))
Tod has joined
Tod: what
me: (get back in the
internet)
Tod: ((what happen))
8:18 PM me: (you left)
lcdrtkirr:
((shaceship crashed))
Tod: (( internet :(
))
Rachel: ((And Earth
asploded))
lcdrtkirr: ((omg cool
smiley!))
michaelroylance:
::Smiles insufferably:: As glass. Sir.
8:19 PM lcdrtkirr: ((Look, here's T'Kirr! x-( ))
Rachel has left
me: (where'd she go
:(
lcdrtkirr: ::reenters
the Bridge, appearing a lighter shade of green than before::
8:20 PM ((I think my smiley scared her away))
me: I must get to the
bridge and launch this ship, so if you'll kindly excuse me.
::enters the TL::
michaelroylance: Of
course. It shall be a good journey. I'm sure of it.
::Twirls moustache::
8:21 PM lcdrtkirr: ((I could not be any more turned off =P))
me: Bridge! ::glad
the TL doors closed because he wanted to punch the smarmy bastard in the face::
8:22 PM (tod reinvite her, it won't let me)
8:24 PM Rachel has joined
me: (WB)
michaelroylance:
(What he said.)
me: ::Arrives on the
bridge::
I have the bridge,
report Mr. Shelev. ::terse::
Rachel: (That was
extremely irritating. What did I miss))
Tod: ::stands::
Admiral on the bridge!
8:25 PM Aside from the marines, all aboard. We are ready to
depart.
lcdrtkirr: ((We're
all on the Bridge now))
me: Recall the
marines and stand ready for departure
lcdrtkirr: ::stands
ready::
8:26 PM Tod: Aye, sir.
+McKnight+ Bridge to
McKnight; recall marines, all aboard.
8:27 PM michaelroylance: +Shelev+ Aye, sir.
8:28 PM Rachel: ::Finishes her diagnostic, before heading down to
main engineering::
8:29 PM michaelroylance: +Marines+ Lynch, Dawkins, we're casting
off. Grab the guns, and bring the cat in.
lcdrtkirr:
::assembles the last of the scan results, along with inventory and maintenence
diagnostic reports, etc::
michaelroylance:
Lynch> +McKnight+ Yes, sir.
Dawkins>
::Closing up behind them:: What the fuck is that supposed to mean, anyway?
lcdrtkirr: Cat>
::runs in the cat door::
michaelroylance:
Lynch> ::Shrugs::
8:30 PM Dawkins> ...oh.
me: Mr. Shelev, we
have a guest aboard.
8:31 PM michaelroylance: Marcus> ::Examining his moustache in a
shiny panel::
Tod: Sir?
8:32 PM me: We've been given a routine planetary system survey
mission and an engineering inspector.
8:33 PM Tod: ::Blanches at the thought of the sort of survey shit
he transferred to Atlantis to get away from.::
lcdrtkirr: ::mood
drops, remembering the last couple guests they've had aboard::
Tod: Survey...
mission.
me: ::picks up a
PADD, types, "The engineering inspector is Lt. Busard's ex-husband."
and hands it to Shelev::
Tod: And is there
something wrong with the ships engines that has not been inspected over the
last two weeks?
8:34 PM ::Reads PADD. Thinks "fuck" in loud, colorful,
typographically obtuse letters.::
me: Do we have
everyone aboard?
michaelroylance:
Marcus> Well...to the salt mines, then.
8:35 PM Rachel: ::Now examining the warp core. Wooo::
Tod: Stand by.
+McKnight+ Major,
status please.
michaelroylance:
+Shelev+ Everyone's accounted for. Including the cat. We're good to go.
Tod: Ship is secure,
Admiral.
8:36 PM lcdrtkirr: Cat> ::lapping at bowl of milk::
8:37 PM me: ::relieves the helm officer:: Let's see what our
inspector thinks of this.
Tod: .oO{ Oh. Fuck. }
::Sits down in the
chair. Prays.::
me: ::sits down::
Transferring to internal power.
Tod: +Shipwide+ All
hands, prepare for departure.
me: ACTION> The
lights dim momentarily as we cut over to internal power.
8:38 PM Might want to let them know it's a Blackthorne departure,
Captain.
Clearing all
moorings.
lcdrtkirr: ::holds
onto her console::
Rachel: ::Is
wondering precisely what's going on, but follows departure proceedure anyhow::
me: ACTION> All
docking ramps and umbilicals retract.
michaelroylance:
::Sighs and braces himself. The man who assigned him is never short of reasons
to hate Blackthorne, and he knows them all.::
me: Dockmaster> OH
GOD OPEN THE SPACEDOORS
8:39 PM Tod: .oO{ He was driving, officer! }
me: Dockmaster>
THAT'S IAN BLACKTHORNE FLYING, I CAN TELL
Dockmaster>
::frantically pressing buttons to open the doors::
::calmly backs
Atlantis out of her berth on thrusters, and turns toward the doors::
Tod: Dockworkers>
FLOOR THAT SHIT!
8:40 PM me: Dockmaster> +Atlantis+ You're clear for departure
for what it's worth but ferchrissake gimme a second on the doors!
+Dockmaster+ I have
no idea what you're talking about.
8:41 PM Spacedoors> ::opening::
michaelroylance:
Marcus> ::Has, by this point, made his way into a turbolift, and is headed
for you know where::
me: Zuriyev>
::watching from his office, knowing exactly what's happening::
Harper>
::Sleeping soundly in her quarters, oblivious::
8:42 PM Rachel: ((And obviously dreaming of Phantom of the Opera))
me: Blackthorne>
::as soon as he gauges that the doors have juuuuuuuust enough clearance, he
guns it to half impulse::
((Natch)
Tod: .oO{ WE ARE ALL
GOING TO DIE AGAIN. }
lcdrtkirr: Cat>
::lands on all fours against the wall, helplessly uninformed::
me: ACTION>
Atlantis shoots out the doors with inches to spare, turns to a new heading on
the fly, and jumps to warp seven in one fluid motion,
8:43 PM There, by bloody hell.
lcdrtkirr: ((Could a
departure hold any better suspense?))
me: Dockmaster>
::collapses on the floor::
8:44 PM Rachel: ::Eyes go wide as she notes what the admiral was
doing...but so long as the engines can take it, she doesn't complain::
me: Zuriyev>
::holds up a sign to his office window that reads "9.6" ::
lcdrtkirr: ((hahaha))
michaelroylance:
::Walking into engineering, infuriatingly lacking in even a single mussed hair
from Blackthorne's maverick flying:: Needless wear and tear on an engine. Quite
distasteful. Wouldn't you agree, Lieutenant?
Rachel: ::EYETWITCH::
8:45 PM What. Are you. Doing. HERE.
..Sir.
Tod: Warp Drive>
:toot:
Rachel: Unfortunate
Ensign # 15> ::Flinches::
8:46 PM me: ::stands up and lets the helm officer have his seat
back::
8:47 PM lcdrtkirr: ::tucks scan log of their recent most undocking
into the appropriate 'Blackthorne Departures' log::
michaelroylance:
::Continues as though she hadn't spoken. And who knows? Maybe he didn't
notice.:: Of course, I can hardly cite you for being under the command of a man
who thinks he lives in a war movie, but we'll just have to see if all recent
events hold you so blameless. I look forward to it.
Such is my purpose
here. ::Nods with a smile:: Lieutenant.
me: ::walks over to
T'Kirr:: Commander, we'll be cataloging the lifeforms in a newly discovered
star system.
8:48 PM lcdrtkirr: ::eyes light up::
me: I trust that
you'll enjoy yourself. ::smiles::
Tod: (( SCIENCE! ))
lcdrtkirr: I look
forward to it, sir.
Rachel: ::Turns
around, glaring Murder 1 daggers at him:: Of course, sir.
michaelroylance:
::Turns to walk away, his gaze all of a sudden catching upon a poor random
engineer:: Ensign, I'm certain those aren't scuffed boots I see on your feet.
8:49 PM lcdrtkirr: ((Oh... my ... god.))
me: In the meantime,
be prepared to provide any sensor logs that our guest requests.
lcdrtkirr:
::hesitates:: Of course.
Rachel: #15>
::Looks like he's about to wet himself:: Uh...no sir...I mean...I'll clean them
right away sir.
8:50 PM michaelroylance: Quite right.
lcdrtkirr: ((Oh no,
he's English))
michaelroylance:
::Walking away:: I can see I have my work cut out for me.
::Yes, twirls
moustache::
8:51 PM Rachel: ::Eyetwitch stays constant as he leaves::
me: Captain Shelev,
tend to our guest's requests for duty logs, and maybe give him a set of
quarters. Down about on deck 22 if possible.
Tod: Noted.
me: ((Harper likes
English guys :v )
Rachel: ::Once he's
out the door:: +Blackthorne+ Admiral.
8:52 PM lcdrtkirr: ((Don't blame him, but he's no likey))
((*her))
me: ::knew this comm
was coming:: +Percy+ Lieutenant, you might as well come up to my ready room and
spare the comm chatter.
((doubtless!)
Rachel: +Blackthorne+
...Yes sir.
::Storms up to the
bridge::
8:53 PM me: Captain, the bridge is yours. I have a fire to put
out.
lcdrtkirr: ::stands
semi-useless at Science, looking forward to their next mission, but wondering
what the hell's going on::
Tod: Aye, sir.
me: ::walks into the
ready room and waits::
8:54 PM Welcome back from vacation, Ian.
Tod: ::Stays in his
damn chair. Starts looking for quarters underneath the sewers.::
Rachel: ::Comes in
relatively shortly afterwards, completely ignoring the bridge except to mutter
"Captain" as she passed Shelev. Once inside the ready room::. Sir.
What is that man doing on this ship.
8:55 PM me: Percy, calm down, I had no control over it.
8:57 PM Rachel: ::Stops looking like her head is going to explode,
and instead now simply looks like she's going to burn the world down:: ...Fine.
How did he come to be put on this ship?
8:58 PM me: Admiral Zuriyev dropped it on me right before we left.
Some other members of the Admiralty were insistent that we be... inspected..
after all the problems.
Rachel: ...Right.
me: Now I don't know
how they could possibly believe there's not a conflict of interest here.
8:59 PM But it looks like Zuriyev had to cave to some loud voices,
and that's their man. I'm sorry.
9:00 PM Rachel: ::She stayed silent for a few very uncomfortable
moments::I see, sir. ::And then a couple more:: Is that all?
9:01 PM me: ::walks from around his desk to stand in front of
her:: Percy, I believe in you, otherwise you wouldn't be my chief engineer.
Don't forget that.
9:02 PM I want complete professionalism from you. Go completely by
the book, in fact, out-regulation him.
9:03 PM Rachel: ::Quirks an eyebrow:: That...will be difficult,
sir, but I'll try.
me: Conversely...
If he does anything
that isn't completely professional in his behavior toward you, let me know and
I'll be all over his ass so fast that he'll think transwarp was a success.
9:04 PM Rachel: ::Cracks a little bit of a smile at that:: Aye,
sir.
me: ::smiles:: He may
be representing a four-star Admiral, but he's still just a Commander and I can
bust his chops. Dismissed.
9:05 PM Rachel: ::Nods, and exits back to engineering. While in
the turbo-lift, she makes sure her shoes aren't scuffed::
me: PAUSE SIM
PAUSE SIM
9:06 PM PAUSE SIM
lcdrtkirr: ::Pauses::
Rachel: ::Le-paused::
lcdrtkirr: Awesome
way to end
michaelroylance: Yes,
I'm sure Percy will get out of this without any blood pressure issues
whatsoever.
me: Atlantis posse
gotta watch out for each other
9:07 PM lcdrtkirr: lol
Rachel: Totally.
Tod: This spaceship
does not have sewers.
lcdrtkirr: Yeah, I
was wondering about that.
Rachel: Just shove
him out the airlock then :-P
lcdrtkirr: And who
brought quarters on board
Tod: I will order
sewers to be constructed so prissy englishman can be billeted next to them
9:08 PM Rachel: And until then, he can live in a bathroom so as to
get used to the smell?
lcdrtkirr: Please
order the ambient temperature to be raised five degrees wherever he sets foot
me: Deck 22:
9:09 PM Deck 22: Storage Areas 350 - 400, Turbo Lift Maintenance,
Deuterium Holding Tanks
Rachel: Aw man, no
way. Then he can make the "is it hot in here, or is it just me?" joke
and it'll be TRUE.
lcdrtkirr: No, see,
it'll counteract the cold he brings in
michaelroylance: How
unseemly.
Rachel: Ahh, this
makes sense to me.
lcdrtkirr: I'm
guessing the best spot for him would be one of the storage areas.
9:10 PM Rachel: Or the Brig.
lcdrtkirr: I meant on
Deck 22
me: I dunno, I prefer
the deuterium tanks.
Rachel: Ah yes.
lcdrtkirr: Well yeah
but... you gotta return him
Tod: Science
exploration is dangerous work
something might
happen
lcdrtkirr: In roughly
the same state
Tod: like his
atmosphere will be boiled away
me: what
lcdrtkirr: Oh yeah
damn... that's why surveys pay well
me: how
9:11 PM Tod: but only if he has a military base
lcdrtkirr: Michael...
less than a month... Christmas special... squee
9:12 PM me: what are you talking about.
Rachel: Hm?
michaelroylance: Oh,
right.
Doctor WHO.
9:13 PM me: (Percy construct a military base on Damien's head so
Shelev can boil his atmosphere off without it being a war crime.)
michaelroylance:
Christ, I need to put season 3 on my Christmas list.
Rachel: (Yes, sir)
michaelroylance: And
get seasons 1 and 2 back from my freaking brother's house.
Tod: I just finished
season 3 and it was GLORIOUS
lcdrtkirr: You saw
it, too?
Did you see the
Children in Need
me: I haven't seen s3
yet :-/
michaelroylance: I
definitely need to watch it start to finish. Thus far, I've only seen a few
episodes, and I have yet to warm up to Martha.
Tod: who here besides
jason has not finished season 3 so I can yell spoilers in all caps
9:14 PM Rachel: I have not watched the new Doctor Who.
Tod: jason doesn't
watch television so I don't have to spoil it
lcdrtkirr: Oh yeah,
who taught him Star Trek?
Tod: star trek was
invented before wow
so he knows about it
me: hey now
lcdrtkirr: Oh right
yeah
Tod: it's like the
movie momento
he can't remember
anything after wow came out
9:15 PM Rachel: Aw man. Not WoW :-(
lcdrtkirr: Screwed up
his medula oblongata eh
me: BSG came out
after WoW
michaelroylance: And
it took a year of badgering to get you to watch an episode.
me: NO I HAVENT
WATCHED RAZOR YET
Tod: you didn't watch
it until the servers crashed while robert and I were over
me: DONT TALK MIKE
9:16 PM Gem doesn't have TV anymore so I couldn't watch it,
torrenting it now though :V
Tod: anyway the main
villian at the end of season 3 of new doctor who made me open up random IM
windows to people and type HELL YES over and over
lcdrtkirr: I want
torrent on my wi-fi =(
Tod: even people I
haven't talked to since high school
lcdrtkirr: >.<
Tod: they were very
confused
me: so that's what
that was about
lcdrtkirr: Lol Tod
michaelroylance: Oh,
well fortunately, that's one of those few episode I DID see.
9:17 PM The first part, anyway.
lcdrtkirr: Omg you
didn't see the last two?
Rachel: Sooo lost
lcdrtkirr: Sokay, go
watch it
Rachel: But..but I
have school...
9:18 PM lcdrtkirr: Sokay there's only 12 episodes to a bloody
series
9:19 PM Rachel: Hmm...perhaps this is something that winter break
shall be good for.
Alternatively, the
cake is a lie.
me: We only have two
more sims before Christmas.
9:20 PM So everyone make sure to come because the 25th and the 1st
are both Tuesdays!
Two more sims and
then two weeks off, so let's make them count.
lcdrtkirr: How about
that
Tod: I will be doing
special log during christmas season
9:21 PM Rachel: Will it be a Yule log?
me: ::groans:
Tod: it will a
"meanwhile in the other parts of the galaxy that we well and truly cocked
up earlier"
that is awesome
I think I will use
that joke
me: Never use that joke
Rachel: Well damn.
9:23 PM lcdrtkirr: Not to bring it up again, but... okay, bringing
it up again.
me: Yes, he's a
Captain, and no, I won't demote him back to Commander.
lcdrtkirr: SPOILER
ROSE IS COMING BACK SQUEE
Tod: I hope martha
knocks her the fuck out
9:24 PM lcdrtkirr: Okay, nevermind.
me: rofl
lcdrtkirr: And why
would you ever demote Shelev...? What has he EVER done to earn a demotion?
9:25 PM michaelroylance: He DID start a war.
Tod: no they started
it
I finished it
lcdrtkirr: Oh sorry,
I forgot my sarcasm tags.
me: ohhhhh snap
Tod: I just got us
arrested for war crimes
that is very
different from starting a war
9:26 PM me: Well he was either gonna be promoted or
court-martialed after that last plot
9:27 PM I forgot to have Harper lose a bet on that actually
Rachel: Aw damn.
Tod: don't worry I'll
cock something else up right good before too long
Rachel: Oh good.
Tod: I also forgot to
mention the cane but that's ok
9:28 PM me: Plenty of time for that.
Tod: so does anyone
else in this sim have a copy of elite force laying around still
9:29 PM me: Harper at least came out of the last plot sane, I
don't know about the rest of y'all
Rachel: ::Twitch::
9:31 PM That in mind, I now must go read a book about murder.
me: Woot!
Tod: research?
michaelroylance: And
I must go buy eggnog before attempting to make a fire to read by.
9:32 PM Rachel: ...God damn you, Mike.
michaelroylance: A
book not about murder per se, though I'm sure it's featured.
Rachel: :-(
me: Mmmm, eggnog.
Tod: what the fuck is
going on in this channel
Rachel: ::Mutter
mutter:: Kill you all...::Mutter mutter::
9:33 PM michaelroylance: Well, night folks. Good sim.
michaelroylance@gmail.com has left
Tod: ta-ta
9:34 PM lcdrtkirr: Now how the heck do you save this thing.
Crap, it's Flash
Rachel: Erm...copy
& paste?
Tod: it is
automatically logged into gmail accounts
I can email it to
you
which address do you
want it at
lcdrtkirr: Uh.. okay.
9:35 PM tkirr@hotmail
me: Murder and eggnog
I got this one
tonight T'Kirr don't worry about emailing it to me
Rachel: Oh right. On
to the murder...
...reading.
Later guys.
Tod: sent
9:36 PM Rachel has left
lcdrtkirr: Nah,
wanted it for myself
me: k
9:37 PM lcdrtkirr@gmail.com has left
Tod has left