(7:01:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(7:01:25 PM) TKirr entered the room.
(7:02:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya!
(7:02:34 PM) TKirr: We're missing the drunk and the boxer
(7:03:31 PM) TKirr: Oh, and the blue alien
(7:03:44 PM) cmdr shelev entered the room.
(7:03:46 PM) cmdr shelev: no
(7:03:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: yes
(7:03:52 PM) cmdr shelev: ok
(7:04:02 PM) cmdr shelev: wait I fucked that up
(7:04:04 PM) cmdr shelev left the room.
(7:04:12 PM) cmdr shelev entered the room.
(7:04:13 PM) cmdr shelev: no
(7:04:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I love Italian, and so do you.
(7:04:18 PM) cmdr shelev: ASDFSADFSDFDF
(7:04:29 PM) cmdr shelev: you don't need to rub it in
(7:04:30 PM) TKirr: . . .
(7:04:57 PM) TKirr: Crafting is booooring
(7:06:04 PM) DrunknGunbunny entered the room.
(7:06:28 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Hey.
(7:06:37 PM) TKirr: Hullo.
(7:07:10 PM) MisterBoxingBear entered the room.
(7:07:43 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Evening.
(7:08:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hey folks, glad to see us all here again!
(7:08:23 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Lies!
(7:08:25 PM) cmdr shelev: Actually I think it was like that
(7:08:35 PM) cmdr shelev: If it wasn't like that there would have been a gunshot
(7:08:48 PM) cmdr shelev: colonel mustard in the holodeck with the pistol
(7:09:07 PM) DrunknGunbunny: I need scissors 64?
(7:14:38 PM) cmdr shelev: hey the scamming students are back
(7:14:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, tonight's briefing will come from McKnight!
(7:15:09 PM) cmdr shelev: people goan get shot
(7:15:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: I trust you mean out of character?
(7:15:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yes.
(7:16:06 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Okay then. Give me a moment to collect my thoughts...
(7:18:02 PM) MisterBoxingBear: For those of you just joining us, last time the Atlantis had been dispatched to a a trade hub in neutral space, home to the interests of both the Federation and the Nyberrite Alliance.
(7:19:21 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Recently, the political situation there, and consequently the commerce generated has become destabilized by the actions of armed insurrectionists, ostensibly claiming grievances with the recent round of elections.
(7:21:05 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Assigned to land troops for a police action, Atlantis quickly discovered itself squaring off against a mercenary company in the employ of the Nyberrites, apparently given a similar assignment. The situation, though tense,
(7:21:48 PM) MisterBoxingBear: has thus far been restrained from the point of actual shooting, and as we open tonight, a meeting has been arranged on the planet's surface between the two commanders and their senior staffs.
(7:22:05 PM) MisterBoxingBear: And, um...I guess this is the part where Jason usually asks if there are questions.
(7:22:40 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Indeed.
(7:23:02 PM) MisterBoxingBear: So. Questions?
(7:23:22 PM) cmdr shelev: is there pie
(7:23:27 PM) DrunknGunbunny: I second that question!
(7:23:37 PM) TKirr: Doh all out =/
(7:23:49 PM) cmdr shelev: then fuck you people I'm leaving
(7:23:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: THERE IS PIE
(7:23:55 PM) cmdr shelev: yay
(7:23:58 PM) MisterBoxingBear: They should totally meet in a bar. That serves pie.
(7:24:02 PM) cmdr shelev: ^________________________________________________^
(7:24:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then.
(7:24:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: A bar it is!
(7:24:36 PM) TKirr: Andorian mouths can go as wide as Denobulans'!
(7:24:46 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Do I also have to do the "Begin Sim" bit?
(7:25:06 PM) TKirr: Jason must do it, or it's not official
(7:26:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: fair enough.
(7:26:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:26:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:26:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:28:21 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Random goon>::Stands at tactical, monitoring the potentially opposing forces. Although their tactical systems are for the moment powered down, the Hemingway's fighter squadron remains deployed::
(7:28:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::in the transporter room:: +McKnight+ Blackthorne to McKnight.
(7:29:01 PM) MisterBoxingBear: +Blackthorne+ McKnight here, sir.
(7:29:23 PM) TKirr: ((that goon on Atlantis or Hemingway?))
(7:29:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ Is the meeting area secure for our beamdown?
(7:30:00 PM) TKirr: ::in TR, preparing for beamdown::
(7:30:22 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::I guess heading to Transporter Room?::
(7:30:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (yes, we're all going)
(7:31:14 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Making his way to the TR and taking his time to harass the crew since he really doesn't want to go.::
(7:31:14 PM) TKirr: ::eyes Ian as he coms McKnight::
(7:32:34 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Glances around the agreed upon space unnecessarily, fingers tapping the stock of his phaser rifle:: +Blackthorne+ Pretty secure for a bar, sir. Yes, it's safe.
(7:32:53 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ Stand by for our arrival. Blackthorne out.
(7:33:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::smiles at T'Kirr:: Ready, Commander?
(7:33:26 PM) TKirr: ::nods once::
(7:34:02 PM) TKirr: I am.
(7:34:02 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Comes into the room, sees the T'Kirr and Blackthorne combo, and gets more annoyed at this mission.::
(7:34:45 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Glances across the room at the three soldiers of Gerard's mercenary company, that number agreed for both sides:: That the new Aratech model low profile armor?
(7:35:44 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Smiles at the nod:: Nice. Of course, you realize with that cut, you look compellingly like one of those old Red Shirts. You know, just not, uh...red.
(7:35:57 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Enters the room with cup of raktagino in tow::
(7:36:10 PM) TKirr: ::the look in her eyes carries momentarily to Shelev as he enters, annoying him further::
(7:36:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: And that's all of us. Up up. ::steps up on the pad::
(7:36:57 PM) TKirr: ::shifts onto a shiny spot::
(7:37:04 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Steps onto the pad::
(7:37:07 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Pops up to the transporter.::
(7:37:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Energize.
(7:37:52 PM) TKirr: ::shimmi--err, shimmers::
(7:39:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks around the bar and finds McKnight:
(7:39:51 PM) DrunknGunbunny left the room.
(7:39:55 PM) TKirr: ::notices the lighting is much more subdued here::
(7:40:36 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ACTION> Too immediately for it NOT to have been timed deliberately, a second set of shimmers appears across the room, depositing a grinning Gerard and a few of his officers.
(7:41:17 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (Oh dear. My cat appears to feel it's time to start paying attention to HIM now.)
(7:41:17 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Already trying to order pie::
(7:41:26 PM) TKirr: ::takes in the appearance of the newcomers, standing a little straighter::
(7:41:51 PM) DrunknGunbunny entered the room.
(7:41:55 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (WB)
(7:42:08 PM) DrunknGunbunny: (Thanks. That was irritating)
(7:42:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Captain Gerard. ::walks up, offering a handshake::
(7:43:36 PM) TKirr: ::lets Blackthorne do the welcome feelies::
(7:43:56 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Takes it, meeting him halfway:: Admiral Blackthorne. Sorry for the theatrical timing, but as Doug over here can attest, I live my life by certain rules.
(7:44:11 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> And one of them is never be first to a party.
(7:44:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Never be the last at a party either, I find.
(7:45:53 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Depends on the party, I guess. Right then, might as well make this official. My cronies, in no particular order.
(7:46:56 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Gestures to the man who couldn't be bothered to show up in a dress uniform, opting for a blue jumpsuit instead:: Shane Sellers, head of my fighter squadron. For all I know, maybe you two are familiar already.
(7:47:54 PM) TKirr: ::eyes linger on Sellers, sizing him up discreetly::
(7:48:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Always good to meet a fellow fighter jock. ::smiles::
(7:49:34 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Sellers> ::Grins:: Good to meet some of the best, anyway. I'm just glad we met each other down here instead of in our respective cockpits.
(7:50:35 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Naturally.
(7:51:00 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::And we move on to two other guys who aren't important enough for crap like descriptions and dialogue. I'm sure they look very imposing, in a cutthroat for hire sort of way. Grr.:: Bill Drake, my XO, and Joe Blaire,
(7:51:03 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Quartermaster.
(7:51:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Nice to meet you, gentlemen.
(7:53:00 PM) TKirr: ::nods in their direction politely::
(7:53:12 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Right, well...maybe we should order a round, and have a chat about just what we're all doing here, hmm?
(7:53:20 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Also, pie.
(7:53:29 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Her ears perk up when alcohol and pie are mentioned::
(7:53:43 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Well, okay, not really, but you get the idea::
(7:53:44 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Returns from the bar with a server following him bearing drinks and pie.::
(7:53:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well, my officers, besides Major McKnight.
(7:54:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::gestures to Percy:: Lt. Persephone Busard, my chief engineer.
(7:55:46 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Nods at the gentlemen quietly::
(7:56:19 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Grins:: Charmed.
(7:56:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Commander T'Kirr, my Chief of Science.
(7:57:21 PM) TKirr: ::nods, smileless::
(7:58:17 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::The grin fades a bit, but not entirely. Vulcans. He simply returns said nod.::
(7:58:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: And the bringer of pie and drinks, my XO, Captain Shelev.
(7:59:11 PM) cmdr shelev: I applaud your choice of accommodations, sir!
(8:00:20 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Glances at him:: An Admiral AND a Captain? Well, shoot. Looks like I ought to give myself a flashier rank.
(8:00:37 PM) cmdr shelev: Field Marshal.
(8:00:42 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Steals a piece of pie::
(8:00:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::swells:: Atlantis is a flagship.
(8:02:54 PM) MisterBoxingBear: And she's a beauty. Still...Field Marshall...I'd say promote that man, but...guess someone did.
(8:03:17 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Eats pie, drinks something nonalcoholic.::
(8:03:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'm out of pips, he can't go any higher.
(8:03:57 PM) TKirr: ::sips tea and nibbles at a bit of pie::
(8:04:07 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Eats pie, drinks something alcoholic::
(8:04:16 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Grabs something not so non-alcoholic.:: You should try gold leaf. You wouldn't believe how many customers it wows.
(8:04:30 PM) cmdr shelev: ::To T'Kirr:: Speaking of pips, how is your neck?
(8:04:52 PM) TKirr: ::arches an eyebrow at Shelev::
(8:06:32 PM) cmdr shelev: (( :ese: ))
(8:06:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes a mixed drink of some sort, hoping it's something not entirely unlike gin::
(8:07:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So then Captain, lucky we're both here to keep this place stable.
(8:08:28 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Smiles, a bit ruefully as he takes a seat. Time for the shop talk.:: Damn lucky. Either of us tries this on our own...
(8:10:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Indeed. How do we want to divide this up?
(8:10:20 PM) TKirr: ::listens quietly, preparing for talk::
(8:11:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Well, whaddya say we lay all our cards on the table first? Simply put, just what is it you're doing here?
(8:12:19 PM) MisterBoxingBear: To put it more directly, are you here to enforce a Federation claim on this planet?
(8:12:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Absolutely not. We simply are here to ensure the status quo that has benefitted us both so well.
(8:15:30 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Fixes Blackthorne with a level, steady gaze for a few long moments before finally nodding with a smile:: Good enough. As for YOUR question...I say we look to the pie.
(8:16:49 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::As McKnight rolls his eyes off in the corner and chuckles, Gerard slides over what remains of the pie in its tin.::
(8:17:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::grins:: Military strategy decided with pie.
(8:18:53 PM) TKirr: ::looks at the pie, curious::
(8:19:35 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Let me be as frank as I choose to believe you are here. While no one among my employers' government is yet coming out and SAYING any claims are being staked, I do have one explicit instruction.
(8:20:18 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Stabs his fork down into the dead center of the pie:: Secure the government district.
(8:21:38 PM) cmdr shelev: ::watches a piece of pie filling fly through the air.::
(8:21:54 PM) TKirr: ::flinches::
(8:22:11 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Leans back in his chair:: Of course, no one actually SAID I had to keep anyone out of it, unless they were blowing shit up. Let me guess. You figure access to the planetary government might make your job here a little easier?
(8:22:41 PM) DrunknGunbunny left the room.
(8:22:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Indeed. Their security would seem to be paramount.
(8:23:14 PM) DrunknGunbunny entered the room.
(8:23:26 PM) DrunknGunbunny: (Freaking computer. Sorry about that)
(8:23:36 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (WB)
(8:23:44 PM) DrunknGunbunny: (Danke)
(8:23:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (Kill it for its insolence)
(8:24:04 PM) DrunknGunbunny: (I would, but it'd just disconnect me out of spite)
(8:24:19 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Thus, the pie.
(8:24:46 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Takes his fork back out of the pie, and uses it to cut off another slice:: Humor me. What am I doing here?
(8:25:37 PM) You have been disconnected from chat room !aol://2719:10-4-ussatlantis.

(8:27:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(8:27:45 PM) TKirr entered the room.
(8:27:45 PM) cmdr shelev entered the room.
(8:27:45 PM) DrunknGunbunny entered the room.
(8:27:45 PM) MisterBoxingBear entered the room.
(8:27:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (WB)
(8:27:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (ARGH)
(8:28:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (I got the thing about the pie, hang on.)
(8:28:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: You're dividing up the area to be secured, I believe.
(8:28:23 PM) DrunknGunbunny: (The internets hates us tonight)
(8:29:09 PM) MisterBoxingBear: MisterBoxingBear (11:26:41 PM): Good man. This is my slice. Next one over's yours, next one's mine, and so on. Just leaves one big question, really.
(8:29:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Major, I'll leave it to you to divide that up on the actual map.
(8:30:42 PM) MisterBoxingBear: ::Grins:: Let's call it...four commands apiece. Don't want to be TOO greedy with those slices. You had Doug riding a desk long enough to trust him with this?
(8:31:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Comes with the rank. ::chuckles::
(8:31:14 PM) MisterBoxingBear: McKnight> Egad. Security AND basic math? I dunno. Dick.
(8:33:22 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Anyway, this looks to be longer term than most of our assignments, so I assume we'll be bringing groups down here. But until we DO get all that drawn out, sir, I suggest they limit their movement to the, uh...center of the gooey
(8:33:24 PM) MisterBoxingBear: goodness.
(8:33:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Being that it will be the first to be secured, that's agreeable.
(8:35:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (Wow, I have no idea why I'm this groggy.)
(8:36:55 PM) TKirr: ((I'm alert and I still don't know what's going on =P))
(8:37:17 PM) DrunknGunbunny: (Braaaains....)
(8:38:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:38:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:38:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:39:14 PM) MisterBoxingBear: (Well, look on the bright side. Last week, I was asleep at this point! By next week, at this rate, maybe I'll be about right.)
(8:39:48 PM) TKirr: ::pauses::
(8:40:22 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Pauses::
(8:40:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Next week we get to see how the Pie Plan works.
(8:40:44 PM) cmdr shelev: Was that pie pan plan planned
(8:41:09 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Nah, I stole it from a Green Lantern comic.
(8:41:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The entire pie "plot arc" was ad lib
(8:41:33 PM) TKirr: lol =)
(8:42:08 PM) DrunknGunbunny: TASTY ad lib.
(8:42:14 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Indeed.
(8:42:50 PM) MisterBoxingBear: It's always a bad idea to let me start thinking about pie.
(8:43:50 PM) TKirr: Now I want pie. =/
(8:43:50 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ...Damnit. Now I'm hungry.
(8:44:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Who doesn't want pie, I mean really.
(8:44:38 PM) MisterBoxingBear: I know not.
(8:49:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It's good to have all five of us here again at least!
(8:49:25 PM) DrunknGunbunny: It's good not to have to spend 6 hours a day working in a theatre!
(8:49:27 PM) DrunknGunbunny: :-D
(8:53:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I would imagine.
(8:54:26 PM) MisterBoxingBear: As I said though, it WAS a good play. So, there's that.
(8:54:49 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Well, yeah. But still.
(8:55:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hey, glad to know it was for a good cause that we lost our Percy.
(8:55:31 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Yes yes. I mopped floors for the good of Shakespeare :-P
(8:56:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The Bard certainly appreciated it, I'm sure.
(8:57:18 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Oh good. Because I'm never touching those mops again. They were so terrible that when they were dipped into clean rinse water for the first time, the rinse water turned into insta-gross.
(8:58:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That sounds like an alien we can use in a plot.
(8:58:35 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Not unless we get to kill it utterly
(8:58:50 PM) TKirr left the room.
(8:59:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Also
(8:59:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: writewritewritewritewrite
(9:01:49 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Right right right.
(9:02:03 PM) DrunknGunbunny: What what what?
(9:02:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: loglogloglogloglog
(9:03:07 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Lo Glog Glog? Are you drinking something or some shit?
(9:03:21 PM) DrunknGunbunny: You're not making any sense dude :-P
(9:05:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :(
(9:05:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs, or over your neighbor's dog
(9:06:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It fits on your back, it's great as a snack, it's LOG LOG LOG!
(9:06:44 PM) DrunknGunbunny: My neighbor doesn't have a dog.
(9:06:51 PM) DrunknGunbunny: And I have snacks.
(9:07:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It's Log, it's Log, it's big, it's heavy it's wood!
(9:07:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: IT's Log, It's Log, it's better than bad, it's good!
(9:07:36 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Oh god, did you seriously write an advertising song for logs?
(9:07:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I feel so old
(9:08:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Go watch some Ren and Stimpy, young one
(9:08:18 PM) DrunknGunbunny: I kind of stopped watching that show when I was a kid.
(9:08:29 PM) DrunknGunbunny: In favor of Star trek, Stargate, and Mythbusters
(9:08:35 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :(
(9:08:39 PM) DrunknGunbunny: I find the trade to be fair :-P
(9:10:11 PM) cmdr shelev left the room.
(9:10:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I was watching it as a teenager :(
(9:10:50 PM) DrunknGunbunny: I'm...sorry?
(9:11:06 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Or, more appropriately:
(9:11:10 PM) DrunknGunbunny: GEEZER :-P
(9:11:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: you mean kids these days! :argh:
(9:12:34 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Mwahahahaa!!
(9:13:04 PM) DrunknGunbunny: Sorry, it comes with having no soul. It's kind of a package deal.
(9:13:25 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Ah, Ren and Stimpy.
(9:13:41 PM) MisterBoxingBear: "Don't wizz on the electric fence!"
(9:13:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: from Blammo!
(9:16:31 PM) MisterBoxingBear: "Oh no! He's been divided into the EVIL Ren, and the INDIFFERENT Ren!"
(9:16:34 PM) MisterBoxingBear: "Yeah, so what?"
(9:17:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: "These are my magic nose goblins! I picked them myself!"
(9:18:28 PM) DrunknGunbunny: ::Gets popcorn::
(9:20:05 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Hmmm...dear, my memories of that show are running out.
(9:20:12 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Ooh! Remember the depressed ghost?
(9:20:26 PM) MisterBoxingBear: "I couldn't even scare that paranoid schizophrenic!"
(9:21:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: baaaaaaaaaarely
(9:21:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: oh, the horse!
(9:21:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: "No sir, I don't llke it!"
(9:22:06 PM) MisterBoxingBear: "Don't hit me with that mallet!"
(9:24:21 PM) DrunknGunbunny left the room.
(9:24:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Bah.
(9:25:09 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Indeed.
(9:27:03 PM) MisterBoxingBear: Anyway, I'm gonna go see what there is to eat around here. Have a good night.
(9:27:26 PM) MisterBoxingBear left the room.