7:05:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Doc Rox

7:06:04 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hey!

7:06:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: You still home?

7:07:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, leaving Friday.

7:07:23 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Mom got ya all packaged up? :D

7:07:52 PM MisterBoxingBear: Evening.

7:07:56 PM DrRoxanneCarre: hello

7:08:40 PM TKirr: -_-

7:08:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya T'Kirr

7:08:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya McKnight

7:08:57 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hello

7:11:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, we're good to go! at only 10 after!

7:11:32 PM DrunknGunbunny: Sorry, was distractiminated.

7:12:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight, we've evacuated the miners and their crazed foreman, and are on the way to Starbase 6.022e23.

7:12:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

7:12:43 PM TKirr: Is there pie?

7:12:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No. Blame Busard.

7:13:00 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Cake?

7:13:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No.

7:13:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Blame Busard.

7:13:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I want off.

7:13:19 PM DrunknGunbunny: :-(

7:13:30 PM DrunknGunbunny: WHY AM I BEING BLAMED.

7:13:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight's sim will be fairly relaxed, given my state of mind, so feel free to do most anything.

7:13:49 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Drop me at nearest dairy star-queen.

7:13:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Including blaming Busard.

7:14:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:14:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:14:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:14:33 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::-Does not blame self::

7:15:03 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Eating ICE CREAM cake::

7:15:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::in the flag office, going over the latest reports::

7:15:23 PM TKirr: ::in her quarters for some quiet time::

7:15:32 PM TKirr: Logan> ::minding Science::

7:15:34 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Totally eating pie::

7:15:55 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: drinking coffee that she missed earlier ::

7:16:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman> ::gibbering incoherently about snails::

7:16:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::asleep::

7:16:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::wiping down the bar::

7:17:04 PM MisterBoxingBear: Random marine> Shaddup, wackjob.

7:17:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman> SNAILS!!!!!!

7:17:57 PM TKirr: ::climbs into her sonic shower, detoxing::

7:18:14 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine> ::Looks down at his phaser::  I'm pretty sure I can write this up in the report as self defense.

7:18:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smiles at the report from Captain Santiago of the Discovery, and merrily dispatches them on a recon mission near the neutral zone::

7:18:41 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: finishes coffee, debates having more, returns to sickbay ::

7:19:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman> ::quiets down and gibbers softly::

7:19:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foremail> ..snails...

7:20:00 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks on all the patients status ::

7:20:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ Carre to Blackthorne

7:21:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks up from the Third Fleet PADD:: +Carre+ Blackthorne here.

7:21:58 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ If you have some free time we can do your Fit For Duty exam and get that out of the way.

7:22:16 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine> ::Whispers::  If you're quiet, maybe they don't find you again, eh?

7:22:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman> ::screams::

7:22:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +Carre+ ::searching for an excuse:: Third Fleet has a lot of assignments to get out of the way, Doc.

7:23:34 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ I need to finish these sir, fleet orders.

7:24:45 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine>...

7:25:07 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ I suppose I could file them without the remaining exams, of course, they wont let us out of base orbit.

7:25:14 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine>::Shoves an extra pillow in his mouth and goes back to standing guard silently::

7:25:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +Carre+ ::puts his fingers to his forehead:: Alright, I'll be right down.

7:25:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman>  Mrph.

7:25:35 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine> Damn straight.

7:25:49 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ Carre out.

7:26:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman> :(

7:26:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sets aside his reports and stands:: +T'Kirr+ Blackthorne to T'Kirr.

7:28:07 PM TKirr: ::switches off her sonic:: +Blackthorne+ Here.

7:28:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ I'll be in sickbay for my physical if anything comes up. Ensure the status of the ship as soon as you come on duty again, Commander.

7:28:44 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Prepares for standard tests :: Computer, bring up medical records for Ian Blackthorne. :: reviews ::

7:29:23 PM TKirr: +Blackthorne+ ::ponders Ian's mood on having to go in for his physical, slightly amused:: Aye, sir.

7:29:58 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Munches pie in Ten Forward as she looks over schematics and reports and fiddles with what looks like a new prroject::

7:30:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::exits the FO and crosses the bridge, nodding to the duty officer::

7:30:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the TL:: Sickbay.

7:30:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Welcome Sir! :: smiles ::

7:31:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::arrives in sickbay to the jubilant welcome:: Doctor.

7:31:33 PM TKirr: ::instead of turning it back on, decides she's soniced enough and steps out, donning an immaculate uniform::

7:32:37 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Relax and stretch out on the table there, this wont hurt a bit.

7:32:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks:: It better not. ::gets on the table, hating this::

7:33:53 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: pushes buttons, starting the body scan ::

7:34:01 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Nom nom nom boop boop zzt::

7:34:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Can I get you a fresh drink, Percy? ::smiles::

7:34:55 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::-Doesn't notice for a minute, sucked into her work, before looking up:: Huh? Oh! Yes, yes please. Thank you.

7:35:23 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes notes on the medi-pad :: Any sort of physical issues? Dizziness, shortness of breath, that sort of thing?

7:35:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No ma'am, nothing short of the usual stress of command causing homicidal urges. ::smirks::

7:36:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::appears a few moments later with a fresh one of whatever Percy was drinking:

7:36:28 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Smiles:: Thanks. ::Takes the drink, sipping at it::

7:36:46 PM TKirr: ::finishes up puttering about her quarters and exits, mounting the lift and shooting upwards::

7:36:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Enjoy. ::slips away to tend to the rest of his customers::

7:37:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Ahhh...well thats completely normal. You can move over to the opti-scanner while I look at these results. :: looks at scan results ::

7:37:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits up and moves over to the eye thinger::

7:38:36 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::McKnight, for his part, was seated at a table closer to the bar, scraping the last of the ice cream cake from his plate.  He always lived it up a little after the creepy missions::

7:38:50 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: moves over to opti-scanner :: Well those look normal, we'll run this and be done. :: pushes button ::

7:38:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::gets to McKnight's table:: How's it going, Major?

7:39:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::gazes at the pretty scans::

7:39:50 PM TKirr: ::enters the Bridge:: Report.

7:39:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: opti-scanner emits a loud bzzt! sound ::

7:39:58 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Looks up and around once she's separated from her work, noting McKnight's presence and considering moving over::

7:40:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::blinks:: What was that?

7:40:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Duty Officer> Everything is nominal, ma'am.

7:40:56 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Thats odd. Lets try that again. :: flips some switches, looks at lights, flips some more switches ::

7:41:01 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Looks up with a grin::  I'm thinking of finishing up with another milkshake.  And smiling when I picture the new doctor's face if she finds out.

7:41:20 PM MisterBoxingBear: ...Don't tell her I've scheduled an extra workout for later this evening.

7:41:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: opti-scanner emits a loud bzzt! sound ::

7:41:44 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Uh oh... *coughs*

7:41:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Yer secret's safe with me. ::whips up another milkshake::

7:41:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: What.

7:41:58 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Turns the consideration into a reality:: Did I hear "milkshake"?

7:42:12 PM MisterBoxingBear: (His hair IS colored!  I knew it!)

7:42:14 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes results, frowns :: Sir?

7:42:34 PM TKirr: ::nods at the officer and calls wherever the foreman's being held:: +Marine+ Status of the foreman?

7:42:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::produces the milkshake for McKnight:: What flavor, Percy?

7:42:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: What is it, doctor?

7:43:06 PM MisterBoxingBear: That's entirely possible.  More interesting than designing the better mouse trap, is it?

7:43:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: You are not fit for flight duty, I'm going to have to revoke your fighter pilot fitness certification.

7:43:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands up straight as an arrow:: On what grounds?!

7:44:16 PM TKirr: ((Could you be any more dry? lol))

7:44:36 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Sorry, sir, but you seem to be night-blind. I ran the test twice.

7:45:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I had that surgically corrected at age 18.

7:45:11 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine> +T'Kirr+ Loud.

7:45:12 PM DrunknGunbunny: Yup, but don't pass that around. It'll bring down my nerd cred. ::She looks to Jack:: Chocolate, please.

7:45:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Right away!

7:45:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::produces a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and chocolate shavings a few minutes later::

7:45:51 PM TKirr: +Marine+ ::is about to ask for clarification, but it doesn't take long:: I see.  Feel free to quiet him.  Humanely.

7:46:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Foreman> ::screams::

7:46:11 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Sips:: Mmmm.

7:47:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, I noted that in your medical record. That surgery has a possibility of failure at a future date due to optical stress. *whispers* Ian I'm so sorry.

7:47:43 PM TKirr: ((That's better.))

7:48:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: There must be something that can be done. I see just fine, performing just as good as ever on my last combat sortie, even.

7:48:08 PM MisterBoxingBear: Marine> ::Looks down at the pillow muffling him::  Yes, ma'am.

7:48:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper>  ::snores::

7:48:51 PM TKirr: +Marine+ He would, after all, benefit from a reduced stress level.  Keep in mind he's our guest.  T'Kirr out.

7:49:05 PM TKirr: ::glances around the Bridge, then heads up to Logan::

7:49:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: The surgery can be attempted again, but at your age they wont try. And...you apparently also need reading glasses.

7:49:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::indignant:: I do not.

7:51:00 PM TKirr: Logan> ::nods to T'Kirr:: Commander.

7:51:09 PM TKirr: As you were.  ::peers over Logan's shoulder::

7:51:41 PM TKirr: Logan> ::offers T'Kirr a lopsided grin, as he never intended to go to attention anyways::

7:51:46 PM DrunknGunbunny: So...how goes the security department?

7:51:52 PM DrRoxanneCarre: The scan says you do. That can, depending on scar tissue, be surgically corrected or you could have lens implants.

7:53:04 PM TKirr: Did you refile the Beta sixty-two bank yet?

7:53:34 PM TKirr: Logan> ::nods slowly:: Of course, about two hours ago.

7:53:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::stares for a quiet moment::

7:54:01 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Glances up over his milkshake::  Well, no one's started in with the arson and looting YET.

7:54:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I designed our fighters from the ground up, doctor.

7:54:31 PM DrunknGunbunny: Aw damn. So no fun whatsoever, then?

7:55:05 PM TKirr: Thank you.  ::moves to the back panel to poke around the memory banks herself::

7:55:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Now you're going to tell me that I'm not fit to fly them?

7:56:06 PM TKirr: Logan> ::glances back at T'Kirr, briefly restraining the temptation to turn around and say Good morning to you, too, Commander::

7:56:39 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Sir, as commander of the Atlantis you probably shouldnt be piloting a fighter anyway.

7:56:59 PM TKirr: ((::stab stab stabbity stab::))

7:57:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You don't think I realize that?

7:58:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's unprecedented for someone of my rank and position to still be flying.

7:59:03 PM DrunknGunbunny: (And by that, he means he's too old)

7:59:56 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, I think you do realize it, now there is a reason you cant fly a fighter. You can still fly, just not fighters or missions requiring night sight, its limiting but not totally restricting.

8:00:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Flying fighters is in my blood, doctor.

8:01:12 PM DrunknGunbunny: Puddington> ::Trying to use a c-wrench to fix thngs, only to find that a c-wrench works on jack shit in a futuristic starship. So he tries a hammer instead::

8:02:42 PM MisterBoxingBear: Um...no, now that you mention it.  None at all.

8:02:44 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I'd offer you a transfusion but I dont think it would help. I can counsel you on how to deal with this if you'd like, but I'm pretty sure theres nothing I can do or say that will make it any less painful.

8:03:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits silently for a long moment::

8:03:35 PM DrunknGunbunny: Hmm...::Sits awkwardly, considering moving back to where she was to avoid the awkward::

8:03:56 PM MisterBoxingBear: So whatcha working on over there?

8:04:03 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Sips his milkshake::

8:04:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Am I done, doctor?

8:04:58 PM DrunknGunbunny: Oh...nothing much, really. Just trying to repopulate the pets, since most of them self-destructed on those tanks. ::Goes and grabs the project, bringing it over to the table::

8:04:59 PM TKirr: Logan> ::sighs silently and carries on, running mindless sets of imputs by heart::

8:05:30 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, sir you are.

8:06:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Schedule the procedure to deal with my need for... reading glasses.

8:07:42 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Do you want glasses or lens implants?

8:08:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Implants.

8:09:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::leaves silently::

8:10:12 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: sighs dejectedly :: Way to make yourself known Carre.

8:10:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the TL:: Bridge!

8:10:53 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: heads to 10 forward ::

8:11:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::leans against the TL wall, arms folded, thinking about how to fill this gap in the duty roster::

8:11:02 PM TKirr: Lift> ::jerks and snaps to::

8:11:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::sees Carre come in and walks over:: You must be Lt. Carre.

8:12:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::exits the TL onto the bridge and looks to T'Kirr:: Commander, the Flag Office please. ::enters the FO without breaking stride::

8:12:57 PM MisterBoxingBear: You could always build this new model to NOT explode.

8:13:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I am. :: looks around :: I see ice cream is popular today. I'll have a double-fudge chocolate shake with extra topping.

8:13:34 PM TKirr: ::looks over, the fingers of one hand hovering over buttons on the wall, then follows him::

8:13:35 PM DrunknGunbunny: I suppose so. But it DID come in handy.

8:13:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Right away, doctor.

8:14:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::rather amazed how popular the ice cream is, glad he traded that Ferengi for a fresh batch::

8:14:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::when the door shuts, he sits on the edge of his desk::

8:15:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::whips up a milkshake with a tall head of whipped cream and chocolate shavings and brings it out to Carre on a tray:: There you are, doc.

8:15:21 PM TKirr: ::hovers just inside the door, assessing him::

8:15:25 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Thanks.

8:15:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: She disqualified my fight status, T'Kirr.

8:15:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: *flight

8:15:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, and welcome aboard.

8:16:06 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Smiles a bit.  In truth, thinking of friends of his getting shot up by Atlantis' own weapons isn't exactly a happy thought for him::  There's that, yes.

8:16:07 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes shake, mutters :: Through the lips forever on the hips.

8:16:13 PM TKirr: ::stills, then softly:: Why?

8:16:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::flashes his business-attracting smile and walks away::

8:17:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: A resurgence of night-blindness.

8:17:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I had surgery for it at age 18. They can't do the surgery twice, apparently. My... age being a factor.

8:17:36 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Realizes what she was just referring to:: Ugh. Sorry about that. Now for a happier topic: How is Hobbes?

8:17:50 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: digs in, eyes roll in pleasure ::

8:18:20 PM TKirr: ::drops her gaze to the floor, nodding her understanding, then walks slowly behind Ian::

8:18:39 PM TKirr: ::rests her hands on his shoulders:: I'm sorry.

8:19:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looking at the floor:: It had to happen eventually. I held on long beyond when I should have let go.

8:19:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::making his rounds, ensuring everyone is happy::

8:19:52 PM TKirr: ::remains silent, listening::

8:20:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No flag officer has any business flying combat fighter missions. I knew that all along.

8:20:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I always imagined I'd give it up voluntarily.

8:21:11 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: emerges from a chocolate induced stupor long enough to look around, notices McKnight and Percy ::

8:21:17 PM TKirr: I suppose it's better to leave at a high.

8:21:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::goes back behind the bar and wipes it down::

8:21:36 PM MisterBoxingBear: He continues to roam the ship's ventilation system and anything else you can get to from the duct by my bed like he owns the thing.  Maybe you should try putting him to work in engineering.  I'm sure he knows Atlantis at least as

8:21:40 PM MisterBoxingBear: well as most of the crew.

8:21:40 PM TKirr: You have to admit, we were good.

8:22:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks up at her and smiles:: Never had a better wingman.

8:22:37 PM DrunknGunbunny: ::Smiles gently:: Maybe. He's probably more competent than half my staff, anyway.

8:23:01 PM TKirr: ::squeezes Ian's shoulders, and while she doesn't smile, it's visible in her eyes as she blinks down at him::

8:23:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: With your new responsibilities, I can't make you CAG. We belong on the bridge.

8:23:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: This leaves us a hole in the roster.

8:23:57 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: smiles at the empties on their table :: I'll bring this container back later Jack, I have an important call to make.

8:24:06 PM TKirr: ::immediate acceptance in her voice::  As I said, we were good.

8:24:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Take your time, Doc.

8:24:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::puts a hand on one of hers on his shoulders and squeezes:: We were indeed.

8:27:04 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: enters her private quarters, looks around at open containers wth bits and pieces of equipment and clothing scattered around :: What a mess...

8:27:26 PM TKirr: ::peers out at the stars visible through the generous windows::  I've been reading up on the profiles of the senior staff to better acquaint myself with my new position.

8:27:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods, not surprised::

8:27:55 PM TKirr: Harper has a history in piloting, does she not?

8:28:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, she's a qualified pilot. Came up through Science, if I recall.

8:28:37 PM TKirr: Would you recommend her?  Perhaps she would be interested.

8:29:02 PM MisterBoxingBear: Puddignton manage to string together a few off days again?

8:29:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: sits at personal comm center :: Computer connect me to Vice Admiral Carre.

8:29:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I don't think she's checked out on the Mustangs, but that can be remedied easily enough. She certainly has the seniority.

8:30:14 PM DrunknGunbunny: I think he's actually trying to do maintenance on the ship with a wrench. I have an officer watching him to make sure he doesn't damage anything.

8:30:36 PM TKirr: Her skills could come in useful against enemy fighters.  If the UT fails, she could always swear at them in their native tongue.

8:31:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks:: And they say Vulcans don't joke.

8:31:15 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Computer> Your call is connected.

8:31:23 PM TKirr: Who does?

8:31:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: The proverbial "they," of course.

8:32:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Johnny, you there?

8:32:39 PM TKirr: Who would you rather trust, a Vulcan, or the proverbial?

8:33:07 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: male voice :: Rox? I didnt expect to hear from you this soon...

8:33:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'd take this Vulcan over any proverb.

8:34:02 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I think I already screwed up here...got a few minutes?

8:34:10 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Looks down at his milk shake::  Wow, this is just sugary as all hell.

8:34:17 PM TKirr: ::slides her hands down Ian's chest and hugs his neck from behind:: You can still fly recreationally?

8:34:30 PM DrunknGunbunny: It IS ice cream.

8:34:49 PM DrunknGunbunny: (Crap, I have to switch locations quick. I'll be back in...about ten minutes)

8:34:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Yes. Yes, I can, it's just my combat status that's revoked.

8:35:01 PM TKirr: ((We'll be done by then))

8:35:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (We'll be paused in like one minute)

8:35:10 PM DrunknGunbunny: (Right. Nevermind then)

8:35:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::squeezes her hands again:: Thank you.

8:36:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE Sim

8:36:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:36:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:36:12 PM TKirr: ::Pauses::

8:37:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, by next week, I SHOULD be on the east coast and able to sim.

8:38:09 PM MisterBoxingBear: Sweet.

8:38:15 PM DrunknGunbunny: Woot. And now I leave.

8:38:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: A new plot is waiting in the wings and ready to start, so assuming all goes according to plan, we begin next week!

8:39:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night Percy

8:39:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Someone write a log in July!!

8:39:23 PM TKirr: Night Percy

8:39:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I can't, I'm driving 2500 miles

8:39:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Night Percy

8:39:31 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Slacker!

8:39:40 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Thats so not an excuse.

8:40:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :(

8:40:29 PM DrunknGunbunny: 'Night!

8:40:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Worst case scenario I sim from a hotel room :V

8:40:37 PM TKirr: Night all. =)

8:40:42 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Is that legal?

8:41:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Of course, if you pay by the hour.

8:41:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night T'Kirr

8:41:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: "Magic Fingers!"

8:41:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ooooooo

8:41:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: you need those on your biobeds.

8:41:45 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yeah I'll get those installed right away...

8:42:59 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys!

8:43:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night!