Conversation with ussatlantis at 8/12/2008 9:59:44 PM on VAdm Blackthorne (aim)

(9:59:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre entered the room.
(9:59:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(10:00:21 PM) TKirr entered the room.
(10:00:45 PM) TKirr: Photoshop hates me. =/
(10:00:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Obviously!
(10:01:17 PM) TKirr: Meh...
(10:01:33 PM) TKirr: Wish I wasn't so busy with work. *sigh*
(10:01:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Apparently McKnight and Busard are fast at work putting final polish on a log for us.
(10:01:55 PM) TKirr: Oooh okay
(10:02:27 PM) TKirr: Good evening, Carre.
(10:08:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hellos!
(10:09:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ...photoshop hates everyone.
(10:09:15 PM) TKirr: I get errors, can't get anywhere. =/
(10:10:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Just make sure your photoshop swapfile is large enough.
(10:11:09 PM) TKirr: No idea how to do that.
(10:11:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :(
(10:12:38 PM) LtCmdrBusard entered the room.
(10:12:54 PM) MajDougMcKnight entered the room.
(10:12:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya you two
(10:12:58 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hey. Sorry for being late.
(10:13:17 PM) MajDougMcKnight: But this time, I have an excuse.
(10:13:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So where's the log omg
(10:13:51 PM) LtCmdrBusard: It's being sent out now.
(10:14:15 PM) TKirr: There 'tis. =P
(10:14:19 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Okay, I think I just sent it out. I'll post a page of it now.
(10:15:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, and unshare it afterwards so it's not in my google docs forever. :)
(10:16:06 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ...BUT DON'T YOU WANT IT TO BE? O.O
(10:16:15 PM) TKirr: lol
(10:16:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Fowever and ever?
(10:16:22 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :-(
(10:16:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: NEIN
(10:16:55 PM) LtCmdrBusard: *sound of heart breaking*
(10:17:05 PM) LtCmdrBusard: *Followed by sound of someone not me screaming*
(10:18:47 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Wow, you're going to feel like an ingrate dick once you get to the cool part.
(10:18:56 PM) MajDougMcKnight: The cool part for Blackthorne, I mean.
(10:19:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *snickers*
(10:19:40 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That was nice!
(10:19:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well done!
(10:20:11 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Thanks!
(10:20:34 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Do we actually need to tell you what the plane's called?
(10:20:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Boudica, I imagine? :)
(10:21:09 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ...MAYBE.
(10:21:12 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Not at all.
(10:21:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard: We named it the Pretty Pretty Princess.
(10:21:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: It sounded like something Blackthorne could get into.
(10:21:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I feel pretty. Oh so pretty.
(10:21:31 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :-D
(10:22:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: OKay then, since we didn't get a chance to finish after all the wonderful brainstorming last week, we continue this week in Lost Harbor.
(10:22:13 PM) TKirr: Still reading <_<
(10:22:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hooray!
(10:23:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It's that evening when we're all meeting at the bar. T'Kirr and Ian have been off in a log that we haven't finished yet. :V
(10:24:14 PM) TKirr: Well I guess we survived, we know that much! 'Cause... here we are!
(10:24:22 PM) TKirr: Not that... it was dangerous or anything...
(10:24:24 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Or are we?
(10:24:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Maybe we're all dead and the holodeck characters programmed US.
(10:24:54 PM) TKirr: . . . *gasp*
(10:25:05 PM) TKirr: Cute log. ^_^
(10:25:23 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Thank you.
(10:25:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Heh, thanks.
(10:25:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I now want a margarita.
(10:25:47 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I do enjoy them quite a lot.
(10:26:10 PM) MajDougMcKnight: With blue curacao, specifically.
(10:26:22 PM) LtCmdrBusard: I like vodka. Anyway, play?
(10:26:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then, so let's get rolling
(10:26:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:26:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:26:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:27:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::polishing the bar, putting the finishing touches on before the rush::
(10:27:40 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (I'm thinking the "glasses" at the bar should be fashioned to resemble halved coconut shells.)
(10:27:47 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Yay!)
(10:28:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (Mmmmmm, half coconut shells...)
(10:28:34 PM) TKirr: (C'mon Percy, let's hula)
(10:29:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::approaching the bar with T'Kirr along the road, after their log adventures::
(10:29:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Oh wow. That's a different kind of half coconut shell.)
(10:29:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (Yeaaaaaah.)
(10:30:24 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::-Drives up to the bar, grinning and giving the horn a generous honk before getting out. She REALLY liked that car.::
(10:31:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::waves as Percy speeds by::
(10:31:06 PM) TKirr: ::holding Ian's arm, her attention drawn to the arrivals' honk:: What sort of vehicle is that?
(10:32:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> I'm not terribly sure. Antique airplanes are my forte, but that is an automobile of some sort.
(10:32:36 PM) MajDougMcKnight: It's a Ford, Model T. ::McKnight provides, falling into step behind them on the way to the long foot bridge. After lunch, he had chosen to venture toward the beaches for a stroll while Percy continued joy riding.::
(10:33:10 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Stepping towards them:: It's only the classiest car ever made. Black finish, leather interior...::She grinned:: And no safety belts.
(10:33:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'll have to see that up close then. Nice uniform, Major.
(10:34:11 PM) TKirr: ::at Ian's prompt, looks McKnight up and down::
(10:34:25 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Totally glances at his butt::
(10:34:25 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Technically its production run ended back in '27. It's an Oldie, but a Goodie. Thanks. Figured it'd be easier than replicating an entire period specific wardrobe.
(10:34:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I imagine they might not have the latest things on the island anyway. So, who's up for drinks?
(10:35:24 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I could go for a little something. Something with rum.
(10:35:42 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Only if they come with brightly colored umbrellas! Which they do. ::Heads towards the bar::
(10:36:13 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Smiles as the sounds of the jazz band within make their way through the door and back towards them:: So, you two find anything interesting?
(10:36:20 PM) TKirr: ::frowns, considering the relationship between a drink and an umbrella, and takes Ian's lead::
(10:36:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: An old lighthouse; it was magnificent.
(10:37:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Welcome! ::as he sees those four enter::
(10:37:41 PM) TKirr: ::looks over to Jack, and any signs of umbrellas::
(10:37:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::has lots of umbrellas::
(10:38:19 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Jack, good to see you. But you know, I had a thought.
(10:38:35 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::following around Carre, completely at a loss at how to act::
(10:38:55 PM) TKirr: ::lets go of Ian's arm and walks up to the bar, studying Jack's umbrella supply::
(10:39:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> What's that?
(10:39:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Turns around as the others enter the bar, sips on her umbrella drink:: Hello! Harper and I just finished with the sports museum down the street. Odd place for one but they have nice displays.
(10:39:33 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Delightful as this place is, and believe me, we will christen it properly before this place becomes public knowledge, I'm thinking we should have the first round outside. Like, say...20 paces from the door.
(10:39:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> A great idea! Let me have your drink orders and I'll make up a tray.
(10:40:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Baseball is strange.
(10:40:32 PM) TKirr: What is the purpose of such a tiny... ::picks up an umbrella:: ...paper--oh, decoration?
(10:40:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::nods:: They give the drink a more tropical feel. Tom Collins please, Jack.
(10:41:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'll have another double golden margarita on the rocks, hold the salt. Thanks Jack.
(10:41:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Pina Colada's fine with me.
(10:42:01 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Can you make a Zazarac?
(10:42:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Of course I can.
(10:42:41 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Good.
(10:42:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::starts twirling bottles and coconuts like a man who has spent all his life behind a bar::
(10:42:48 PM) TKirr: ::instead of returning the umbrella, keeps it pinched between her fingers and steps closer to Ian:: Order for me? You should know what I like here better than me, so I had better like it.
(10:43:06 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Also, baseball is glorious.
(10:43:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I'll have what she's having. ::points at Carre:: Whatever it is.
(10:43:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::leans in to T'Kirr:: Sure, I'll take care of it.
(10:43:51 PM) MajDougMcKnight: And I thought it might be nice to watch a game without having to go out of your way not to know the ending score ahead of time for once.
(10:44:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> A virgin pina colada for the lady, sir.
(10:44:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: It was the Scottish Football display that caught my attention. Who know Alex James was so good?
(10:44:42 PM) TKirr: ::finds a barstool and seats herself, minding her dress::
(10:44:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I just don't get the game, but the museum was neat.
(10:45:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::produces a tray with all of the ordered drinks and gestures toward the door::
(10:45:38 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Leads the way out so that certain members of the party can't see his self-satisfied grin.::
(10:45:48 PM) TKirr: ::gets up and follows out::
(10:46:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Follows her fresh drink ::
(10:46:16 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Follows after the booze!::
(10:46:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::all three of his characters wander out::
(10:47:24 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::offering the drinks from the tray as ordered::
(10:47:52 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Yoink!::
(10:48:18 PM) TKirr: ::takes her colada and sips, eyebrows jumping briefly in acceptance::
(10:48:21 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::McKnight, of course, doesn't bother counting out his steps. He knows what he's looking for, and stops to take his drink:: Thank you. But you, Admiral. I think you'll enjoy your drink more after a few more steps. Like, say,
(10:48:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::takes the margarita with wide eyes::
(10:48:28 PM) MajDougMcKnight: down those steps to my left.
(10:48:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::takes the Tom Collins and notes T'Kirr's enjoyment of her drink, then follows McKnight's gesture::
(10:48:51 PM) TKirr: ((Err, was I supposed to sip yet >_>))
(10:49:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Snags her drink and wanders a bit further trying to figure out what McKnight is getting at ::
(10:49:22 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Eh, no one saw.)
(10:49:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Has to take sips to hide the devious smile as she follows::
(10:49:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::walks down the indicated steps::
(10:50:18 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Doesn't bother to hide his grin. He just stops at the top of the small staircase and leans against the rail, looking down at Blackthorne and the OTHER current occupant of the small dock.::
(10:53:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::his jaw drops at the seaplane docked there, bobbing happily in the sea::
(10:54:27 PM) TKirr: ::spots the plane below, pleased, and looks to Ian's reaction::
(10:54:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::hurries up to the side of the old prop plane and sees the name "Boudica" written in 30's stylized script on the side::
(10:55:27 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Stands by McKnight, grinning:: You think he likes it?
(10:55:58 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Chuckles softly, then simply raises his coconut glass in salute:: You just keep on flying, Admiral.
(10:56:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> This is remarkable!!
(10:56:14 PM) TKirr: ::follows after, not quite as hurried, watching Ian's excitement::
(10:56:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::turns:: Thank you, I - I'm speechless.
(10:57:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: leans against the rail watchs the 'show' ::
(10:57:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> This is a thoughtful, thoughtful gift... thank you, very very much.
(10:58:43 PM) TKirr: ::approaches the plane, looking it over with curiosity::
(10:58:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Takes his first sip, sighing appreciatively:: It's gassed and ready, sir. Think of it as something to look forward to after your NEXT duty shift. But for now, I will point out that these drinks are real, and waiting.
(10:59:21 PM) TKirr: ::quietly to Ian:: Take me for a ride later?
(10:59:43 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Insert Mile-High Club joke here)
(10:59:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> Of course. ::smiles::
(10:59:54 PM) TKirr: (Well duh)
(11:00:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> Then let's not keep the drinks waiting! I can't wait to fly that plane, though.
(11:00:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> She's a beauty, whatever she is.
(11:00:32 PM) TKirr: ::sips her colada and walks back up, and to McKnight:: Beautiful aircraft, very thoughtful of you.
(11:01:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::rejoins the group, grinning widely::
(11:01:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Nods with a smile:: We did think of making one for you as well, but we figured it'd be best to see how you like these older models first.
(11:01:48 PM) TKirr: ::can't help but note the lack of technology viewable inside the cockpit::
(11:02:20 PM) TKirr: It's more special to Ian, I'm sure. All the same, I'm eager to see your program from the air.
(11:02:24 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I've never flown such a thing.
(11:02:53 PM) TKirr: (Damn who were you talking to Mike?)
(11:03:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (Probably you, Harper's just batty. :V )
(11:03:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Smiles:: Let me know if you see any dead pixels from up there. ::And to Harper:: Well, then you might want to do a piloting program for it before you pick yours out.
(11:03:42 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Alas, yes. Harper has a plane waiting back in the real world.)
(11:05:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> Well then, shall we? ::raises his glass::
(11:05:41 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Re-raises his in response::
(11:05:50 PM) TKirr: ::starts in realization and raises hers::
(11:06:01 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hell yes we shall. ::Raises hers briefly before heading back inside::
(11:06:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Raises hers also ::
(11:08:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::drinks from the big margarita:: I like this tequila stuff.
(11:08:35 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::holds the door open::
(11:09:12 PM) TKirr: ::enters and alights upon her stool again::
(11:10:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::takes his place behind the bar and starts to serve the other guests that arrive::
(11:10:10 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Trails behind and takes a stool with his back to the bar so he can watch the band as he works on his drink::
(11:10:33 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Sits herself at the bar, swaying back and forth to the music as she takes sips of her drink::
(11:10:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: returns to her previous table ::
(11:10:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sits with Carre:: This is some good stuff.
(11:11:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I hope you can say that with a straight face tomorrow.
(11:11:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Well, I have had alcohol before. Just not this!
(11:12:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> That's some nice jazz. Do they do swing too?
(11:13:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Yup. And they better get to it soon.
(11:15:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::provides another Collins for Ian::
(11:16:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::hears the band go into a swing number:: Ohh that's nice.
(11:18:13 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Just as she's knocking back the rest of her drink, finds herself recognizing the song almost immediately. The saxophone lead-in is kind of a huge giveaway.:: Mmm...In the Mood.
(11:18:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::gives T'Kirr a mischievous look:: Care to dance?
(11:19:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Listens for a moment, stands up and grabs one of the uniformed GIs and drags him out to the dance floor ::
(11:19:36 PM) TKirr: ::sits very still, except for a slow eyebrow::
(11:19:52 PM) TKirr: ::watches Carre::
(11:20:13 PM) TKirr: ::puts her drink down and stands, looking somewhat scared::
(11:20:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::takes T'Kirr's hand and leads her to the dance floor:: It's pretty easy, just follow my lead.
(11:21:56 PM) TKirr: ::nods::
(11:22:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Just then, the charming Latina waitress makes a beeline for the bar!::
(11:22:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::puts his other hand on her waist and starts into the basic swing step, before getting fancy::
(11:23:11 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::-Doesn't give her the chance! Looking to McKnight with something of a coy smile:: So, you gonna ask me to dance or what?
(11:23:32 PM) TKirr: ::stumbles a bit before catching on::
(11:24:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Random GI> ::swoops up Harper into a dance::
(11:24:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::smiles:: There you go... now get ready to spin! ::twirls her::
(11:25:17 PM) TKirr: ::surprisingly, is ready for it and twirls perfectly::
(11:25:28 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Grins cheerfully:: Nope. What are you gonna do about it?
(11:26:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Knows how to cut a rug ::
(11:26:18 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> That was great! ::settles into the male swing dancer's role of "making the girl look good"::
(11:26:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Grins back:: Guess I'll just have to get assertive. ::Grabs his hand and drags him to the dance floor::
(11:26:38 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::May or may not "accidentally" trip the Latina waitress on the way::
(11:26:59 PM) TKirr: ::looks up at Ian with mirthful eyes before having to look back down at his feet to keep from tripping::
(11:27:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Random GI> ::is under the impression that Harper is actually Amelia Earhart instead of just dressed like her::
(11:27:23 PM) TKirr: (rofl Percy)
(11:27:30 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (:-D)
(11:27:53 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (It sounded better than "Accidentally" decking her)
(11:27:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Ouch. Well, I hope Percy likes her margaritas with extra spit in them.)
(11:28:27 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (::Cue Latina waitress mysteriously disappearing from program! Dun dun DUUUN::-)
(11:28:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Or, conversely, she can just order those at the bar. But still!)
(11:28:28 PM) TKirr: ::turns instead to watch Carre over her shoulder::
(11:29:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Anyway, gallant and all that crap in character, McKnight grimaces apolagetically at the waitress. Maybe he'll offer her the next dance, assuming she still has an un-twisted ankle.::
(11:30:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::won't spit in anyone's drinks::
(11:32:11 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Presumably, McKnight should know the dances he programmed for this club, so...swing, swing, swing, like it's VJ Day or something.::
(11:32:34 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Wee!::
(11:32:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> You're a quick study.
(11:33:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::fending off questions about flying the Pacific, not having caught on to the guy's delusion that she's Earhart::
(11:33:38 PM) TKirr: I can mimic just about anything. ::swing, swing:: Just don't ask me to create one.
(11:34:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> I hope you're enjoying it.
(11:35:59 PM) TKirr: ::cocks her head slightly in affirmation, although there's something unreadable in her eye::
(11:37:12 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::And some point while facing the bar, he signals Jack to have a fresh Pina Colada waiting when this dance ends.::
(11:37:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((Five Minute Warning!))
(11:38:11 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Just enjoying herself dancing. It's pretty clear that she's done this dance before::
(11:38:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::the swing dance ends and the band goes into a slower jazz number::
(11:38:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Thanks the GI and returns to her table, fans herself ::
(11:39:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Breaks away then, with a good natured nod of thanks, before he goes to grab his second round::
(11:39:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::smiles:: Care to keep going?
(11:39:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::ends up back at Carre's table, flustered:: He thought I was Amelia Earhart.
(11:39:56 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks after McKnight with a slight "Aw darnit" look, before sighing and finding herself a GI to dance with::
(11:40:35 PM) TKirr: ::slows as the song changes and hesitates to see what Ian will do, then at his query, she nods::
(11:40:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> ::pulls her in closer::
(11:41:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins :: Well no need to tell him your not.
(11:41:25 PM) TKirr: (Poor Percy >_>)
(11:41:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Hmm... good point!
(11:41:55 PM) TKirr: ::settles against Ian and moves gently with the music, at his lead::
(11:41:58 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Yes, I imagine a voiceover saying "DENIED".)
(11:43:04 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Oh, come on! The dance ended.)
(11:43:16 PM) TKirr: (Duh, fast dances are followed by slow ones!)
(11:43:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Its probably going to be the thrill of his lifetime "I danced with Amelia Earhart!"
(11:43:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I should read more about her then so I can keep up the ruse....
(11:43:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::scurries out::
(11:44:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:44:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:44:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:44:18 PM) TKirr: ::pauses::
(11:44:22 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::paused::
(11:45:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: drinks then pauses ::
(11:46:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That was fun! :)
(11:46:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Indeed. First every 2-part chillax sim.
(11:46:30 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ever
(11:46:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We'll have to return here in between plots.
(11:46:55 PM) TKirr: Yep yep.
(11:47:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'm trying to draw a map of the place.
(11:47:16 PM) TKirr: ::plays "Still Alive" for the 50th time
(11:47:21 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Sure. Establish, maybe, that once the rest of the crew found out about it, they voted to keep the program in use regularly.
(11:47:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Which I'll add to as people add places.
(11:48:00 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Cool.
(11:48:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I felt like Adama being given his old Viper when Ian got the plane. Awesome, that.
(11:50:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: And I think the rest of the crew will be glad to keep the place going.
(11:53:35 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Well, excellent.
(11:53:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Especially since they answer to US!
(11:53:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: And I promise not to have McKnight pull a Janeway with the waitress.
(11:54:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Unless it would be funny.
(11:54:07 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Or I was bored.
(11:54:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: High liklihood of one of those, I say.
(11:54:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Aw man.
(11:55:06 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Well, she WOULD be immune to bad plot device fertility viruses.
(11:55:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That's true!
(11:55:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ...So much hate.
(11:56:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hate hate hate
(11:56:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Next week I should be in my new place. I SHOULD have internets by then.
(11:56:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Huzzah!
(11:57:12 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Cool
(11:57:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: 'bout time!
(11:58:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, yes it is.
(12:01:34 AM) VAdm Blackthorne: Next week, we'll be beginning a great new plot, too!
(12:02:31 AM) TKirr: Everyone must be here. -_-
(12:02:42 AM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, EVERYONE.
(12:03:05 AM) TKirr: Not naming names.
(12:03:27 AM) VAdm Blackthorne: I will!
(12:03:37 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: lets out a hacking cough ::
(12:04:14 AM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes Carre::
(12:05:09 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Wut? Drink went down the wrong pipe.
(12:05:23 AM) VAdm Blackthorne: Mmmmhmmm.
(12:09:41 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: I gotta run, see y'all next week.
(12:09:47 AM) VAdm Blackthorne: Night!
(12:10:17 AM) TKirr: Night. =)
(12:10:24 AM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room.
(12:10:52 AM) TKirr left the room.
(12:11:55 AM) MajDougMcKnight left the room.