10:05:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Glenn

10:05:36 PM EnsRyanCarter: what's up

10:07:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Where is everyone!

10:07:31 PM DrRoxanneCarre: The important people are here.

10:07:45 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Lets put the rest in stasis and muck with their hair.

10:07:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya you two

10:07:53 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Oh wait...we already did that.

10:07:55 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yer mother!

10:07:58 PM LtCmdrBusard: Also, hi.

10:12:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::mutters::

10:12:52 PM EnsRyanCarter: Hey Bear

10:12:55 PM EnsRyanCarter: Busard

10:13:24 PM MisterBoxingBear: Heya, Commie.

10:13:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alrighty then, let's get this going.

10:13:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Colonel, if you will?

10:14:29 PM MisterBoxingBear: Sorry, I keep forgetting I'm next down the ladder.

10:14:42 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Cue the whistle::  TWEEEEEEEEEEET!

10:14:47 PM MisterBoxingBear: ATTENTION ON DECK!

10:14:50 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::attn::

10:15:08 PM LtCmdrBusard:  ::Puts her clothes back on, then is at attention::

10:15:11 PM LtCmdrBusard: :-D

10:15:19 PM EnsRyanCarter: o_O

10:15:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::wonders why Percy was naked::

10:15:37 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: AA more or less ::

10:15:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anyway.

10:15:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Nakedidity aside.

10:16:06 PM LtCmdrBusard: Awww.

10:16:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight we tie up the loose ends from this plot since we're short a few people.

10:16:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (this from the woman who was modest when drenched in frozen wet clothes on the time-shifting world)

10:16:42 PM LtCmdrBusard: (You shut your mouth)

10:16:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Gerard will be parting ways tonight, but rest assured you'll see the Hemingway again.

10:17:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: hands Percy some surgical tape ::

10:17:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We're traveling back to Federation space, but taking it a little easier.

10:17:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

10:17:46 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Will there be alcohol?

10:18:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I've already started, where have you been?!

10:18:17 PM EnsRyanCarter: that's the spirit

10:18:26 PM LtCmdrBusard: Woo! To the bar!

10:18:32 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I have some already, just checking to see if I had to hide it.

10:18:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's go.

10:18:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:18:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:18:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:19:07 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::heads down to engineering to begin his shift::

10:19:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Ian Blackthorne enters the bridge, his hair back to being perfect, the way it was before the poisoning.

10:19:29 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (LIES!)

10:19:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (ACTIONS DO NOT LIE.)

10:19:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Wakes up naked in a strange, unfamiliar room. Percy then realizes that its actually her room, it's just actually clean for once. Then she gets dressed for work.::

10:19:51 PM LtCmdrBusard: (They don't?)

10:20:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: ACTION> And then there was cake!

10:20:02 PM MisterBoxingBear: ACTION> In that case, McKnight can now fly!

10:20:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: /facepalm


10:20:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (I hate you all.)

10:20:23 PM EnsRyanCarter: (I didn't say anything... this time)

10:20:29 PM LtCmdrBusard: (And we totally just high fived)

10:20:35 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Most awesome sim ever)

10:21:02 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (So now we all know...)

10:21:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::smirks to herself as she sits at helm::

10:21:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> The Admiral has the bridge!

10:21:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Damn right I do.

10:21:50 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Heads down to engineering, with a mind to do some nice, quiet relay repairs.::

10:22:13 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Okay, fine.  In the interest of actually simming, McKnight was in his office, chatting with Gerard from his ready room, getting the private farewells out of the way before Blackthorne hails Hemingway to get his turn.::

10:22:18 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Does stacks of PADD work, mutters :: Reports for every damn thing.

10:22:20 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::sits down at his terminal and brings up the current task list::

10:24:01 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::sighs as he reads:: Toilet plugged with PADD on Deck 12.. ::mumbles:: that's really an engineering task.

10:24:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Was passing by Carter as he said that:: Yeah, where are all those damn space plumbers when we need them?

10:24:48 PM LtCmdrBusard: Also, good morning ensign.

10:24:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Commander, get me the Hemingway. I understand they're about to break formation.

10:25:04 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::keeps going down the list, glances up:: Good morning Commander. I guess I'd better get a plunger since I can't find a space plumber.

10:25:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Aye sir. ::thweep thweep bloop blop::

10:25:08 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Sipping at a glass of ice water::  Well, I'll admit, Doug.  It's a pretty sweet setup you've got going over here.  Your own department, and manned by the very best.  I can almost see why you've always been so stubborn about sticking with Star Fleet.

10:25:12 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Finds a flunkie to do some reports, takes over boil-lancing and patient 'instruction' (yelling) ::

10:26:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Gives him a sympathetic look:: Guess you better. Sorry, Carter. I swear there'll be better jobs after that.

10:26:54 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::scanning the list:: Broken replicator. Replicates cake, but inside is made of synthabeef.

10:27:13 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Looks over as his computer beeps::  Speak of the devil.  Well, you just keep that offer in mind.  If I don't keep doing these damn pro bono jobs, I'll be just about able to buy a second ship.  And a Commodore can totally promote you to Colonel, get you those eagle wings you're gunning for a little faster, eh?

10:27:29 PM EnsRyanCarter: Well they're both on deck twelve, I guess I'll just start with those then.

10:27:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: Alright then. Have...fun.

10:27:52 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Puts Blackthorne on, by the virtue of screen in screen.::  Ian, I was wondering when you'd call.  How about a conference call?

10:28:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Heads over to her terminal and goes over her duties for the day::

10:28:00 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Oh my...that has GOT to hurt! :: stares at a golf-ball sizes bright red lump on the back of a thigh ::

10:28:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands and grins:: Certainly, Captain.

10:28:28 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (*sized)

10:29:33 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::goes over to a supply room and grabs an engineering case and a spare plunger and heads off to deck 12::

10:30:38 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::as he walks by the other engineers cast him an odd glance and a few smirks:: Engineer 1> Looks like the new guy's got the shit jobs.

10:30:59 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::enters the TL:: Yep, that's me. Computer, deck 12.

10:31:21 PM LtCmdrBusard: Shut up, Puddington, or its nothing but janitorial work for you.

10:31:30 PM LtCmdrBusard: Puddington> :-(

10:31:47 PM MisterBoxingBear: ACTION> A half and half image of McKnight and Gerard at their desks appears on the view screen.  Gerard's office has a nicer view, and alcohol he doesn't need to bother hiding.

10:32:18 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::plunging the side of the turbolift wall, hopes that someone cleaned the plunger before he started doing that, but after a couple of times he notices a brownish circle forming:: Probably shouldn't do that. ::plunges the wall again::

10:32:19 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> I'll give you this, Admiral.  Following you around sure seems to be a good way of ensuring you're right where the action is.

10:32:35 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Ewww.)

10:32:44 PM LtCmdrBusard: (You're cleaning that up, ensign!)

10:33:16 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::plunges the ceiling a bit too and quickly leaves the turbolift as two science officers enter and the doors close behind them, whistles as he makes his way down the corridor::

10:33:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles:: I'm just glad we have such good people to get us through it in one piece.

10:33:29 PM EnsRyanCarter: ( ::shifty eyes:: cleaning what up? )

10:33:47 PM LtCmdrBusard: (I'm sure I'd remember if I wasn't laughing so hard)

10:34:44 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::walking with the plunger over his shoulder, like how a soldier would carry a rifle, takes a turn at the corridor junction almost braining someone with the business end::

10:34:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: uses a dermal regenerator to reduce redness and swelling :: This might hurt a bit, dont move. :: lances with a quick slash of the laser scalpel, ooze pours down the leg ::

10:34:56 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> Hey, watch it!

10:35:06 PM EnsRyanCarter: Sorry! ::grins::

10:35:23 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Grins::  Well, no need to get too gushy.  There's no bill for this job, but your security chief's a pain in the ass to try and recruit, so you owe me a favor down the line.  A darn big one.

10:35:26 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Goes to work removing a piece of gum from a life support relay. Woo, life at the top::

10:35:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Blackthorne> You've got it, Ron. Just as long as it's something I can explain away to my boss.

10:36:13 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::stops in front of the door to an officer's quarters and rings the chime:: Engineering here, to fix your toilet. ::taps the plunger against the wall::

10:36:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (I hoped you used the stick end to tap with.)

10:36:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: (That would be optimistic)

10:36:46 PM EnsRyanCarter: ( um... sure I did. )

10:37:18 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: grabs some gauze to wipe it up :: Next time you might want to come in before it gets this bad. :: cleans up the mess, dermal regenerates the incision, puts a bandaid on it :: Stay away from sugar for a week. NEXT!

10:38:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks around notices sickbay cleared out :: Hmmm...

10:38:19 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> ::doors slide open:: Ensign! Perfect timing. Come in. It's right this way...and you think you can hurry? I kinda...

10:38:36 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> You know what, you don't have to tell me.

10:38:43 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Harper+ Carre to Harper.

10:38:46 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> Yeah, okay cool.

10:39:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Uh oh. ::turns to one side since she's on camera:: +Carre+ What.

10:39:14 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> Oh, don't you worry.  I can be pretty innovative.  And Doug, you just think about that offer, eh?  I'm not going to stop until I get a yes.

10:39:20 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::enters the bathroom and looks at the toilet, there's a PADD lodged way down the pipe:: So... how'd you do that?

10:39:28 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Harper+ You busy at the moment?

10:39:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Hey Charity!)

10:39:41 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> Look, I just need you to fix it.

10:39:43 PM EnsRyanCarter: (Hey Charity)

10:39:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Carre+ Yes?

10:39:50 PM Charity Suite: (Sorry, had to take Kenny to the ER)

10:39:55 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> Okay, no questions asked.

10:39:56 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Chuckles::  I just like the carpet in this office, Ron.  But noted.

10:39:59 PM EnsRyanCarter: (oh shit, is he alright?)

10:40:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ian> Hey, quit trying to steal my marines.

10:40:01 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Whuh oh! Is he okay?)

10:40:01 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Gosh, is he okay?)

10:40:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Oh no, how is he!?)

10:40:18 PM Charity Suite: (Yeah ... something stuck in his throat.  :-(  )

10:40:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Harper+ Well wrap it up. Today is your lucky day. C'mon down for your physical.

10:40:27 PM EnsRyanCarter: (eww)

10:40:29 PM LtCmdrBusard: (I'm sorry :-()

10:40:33 PM EnsRyanCarter: (how's he doing?)

10:40:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Hope he's feeling better. :( )

10:40:38 PM Charity Suite: (But he's breathing fine, he's got an appointment with the ENT guy tomorrow)

10:40:53 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (:( )

10:41:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Can he eat?)

10:41:15 PM Charity Suite: (Just scary ... the ER doesn't have a scope long enough to see)

10:42:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Well best wishes to him on getting whatever that is out!)

10:43:16 PM Charity Suite: (Pleh, yeah, sorry to disrupt the sim)   (Where's slacker Rob?)

10:43:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Slacking somewhere!)

10:43:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Carre+ Yes doctor.

10:43:54 PM EnsRyanCarter: (that slacker)

10:44:11 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Harper+ I'll be waiting.

10:44:21 PM Charity Suite: ::runs into SickBay, dreadfully late, managing to stick her hair in a ponytail::  Mornin' Boss!

10:44:47 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::looking at the toilet bowl. The water is cloudy and filled with...matter:: Are you really sure you don't want to tell me how you got a PADD wedged in there?

10:44:49 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: adjusts the exam room temperature down 15 degrees ::

10:45:14 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hiya Suite, you just missed the most fabulous boil. That thing was huge!

10:45:16 PM EnsRyanCarter: I mean that can't even really be blocking anything...

10:45:32 PM EnsRyanCarter: Unless you have something else stuck in there...

10:45:45 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> Look it's a PADD.

10:45:53 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> Can you get it out or not?

10:46:25 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::looks at the officer's hands which aren't holding anything:: Your really going to make me stick my hand in there?

10:46:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::secures her station and glances at the Admiral, who is thankfully preoccupied on the con-call::

10:46:46 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> Your the engineer. I filed a complaint to engineering. :crosses arms::

10:46:58 PM Charity Suite: Dammit, AH miss th' best things.  How much didja git outta it?

10:47:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::slinks into the turbolift:: Sickbay.

10:47:34 PM EnsRyanCarter: By the book. ::rolls up his sleeve and sticks his hand in the murky water and tugs at the PADD, gives it a few violent tugs and dislodges it::

10:47:41 PM Charity Suite: (Wow, I am so glad I didn't miss the Porta Potty call!)

10:47:51 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Enough to make a mess and clear out all the people wanting to be sick for the day. :: Grins ::

10:48:01 PM EnsRyanCarter: Your PADD? ::holds it out for him::

10:48:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Oh, and I scheduled Harper for her physical.

10:48:11 PM EnsRyanCarter: Officer> I'm not touching that.

10:48:12 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Finally wrenches the gum out, thus increasing life support by 1 percent.:: Great. Next on the list...ooo, plasma generator diagnostics. ::Gets out the handy sonic screwdriver and heads to the warp plasma generators.::

10:48:22 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Glances back at Blackthorne::  Well, while I'm busy thinking up my whopper of a payback, you just make sure to keep my informed of whatever you find out from this Jvar guy.  That's a mutual score in need of settling, remember.

10:48:36 PM Charity Suite: Is she comin' willingly?

10:48:58 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Probably not. But she wants to fly.

10:49:24 PM Charity Suite: Hmm.  How strict ya gonna be on her?

10:49:43 PM EnsRyanCarter: Okay, then. ::steps out of the bathroom:: Well toilet dislodged. ::drops the padd on the desk:: I suppose you want whatever was on that so I'll let you keep it. ::trying to read the PADD but its all scrambled::

10:49:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Will do. Thanks again, Captain. Fine ship and crew you have there.

10:50:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: puts a few metal instruments into the freezer :: Oh the usual. A bit of exam, some uncomfortable moments, that sort of thing.

10:50:39 PM EnsRyanCarter: :Officer> Ensign, the toilet's still clogged.

10:50:43 PM Charity Suite: Th' KY's in the deep freezer, it's where Ah always store it.

10:50:50 PM Charity Suite: Keeps it fresher.

10:51:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Probably wont need it, but I'll keep it in mind.

10:51:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sneaks into sickbay::

10:51:37 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::at the door:: The work notice says it was due to a PADD. I got it out. Toilet unclogged. If your still having problems. ::plugs the plunger to the side of the wall:: Good luck with that.

10:51:49 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Or, would you rather do this? I was having quite a bit of fun with the patients.

10:52:09 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> That's why the Nyberrites pay me the big bucks.  Good sailing, Admiral.  And Doug, next time you pour yourself a drink of whatever you're NOT hiding in there, pour one for me.

10:52:21 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::leaves, in a bit of a hurry, can hear the officer beginning to raise his voice but he's already around the corner and gone, needs to find a place to wash his hands::

10:52:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks:: Enjoy the scotch I sent over.

10:53:18 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hello there Harper! We're just talking about your exam. Have a seat on the bio-bed over there.

10:53:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> :(

10:53:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sits on the biobed looking like a trapped animal::

10:53:52 PM MisterBoxingBear: Gerard> ::Simply gives Blackthorne an informal salute as the comm goes dead::

10:53:53 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::finds his way to the other room and rings the bell:: Engineering here to fix your replicator

10:54:04 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::wipes his hands on his pants::

10:54:16 PM Charity Suite: (Oh, ewwwwww)

10:54:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods in satisfaction:: +McKnight+ Blackthorne to Colonel McKnight!

10:54:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (You wash Mister!)

10:54:31 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::just to dry his hands a little bit::

10:54:49 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks briefly over at the supply closet and wonders why Carter didn't grab one of the many sets of long gloves at his disposal.:: Eh, he probably had a good reason.

10:55:15 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (nice toilet water you got on there! phew)

10:55:53 PM MisterBoxingBear: +Blackthorne+ ::Looking down at his just opened bottom right desk drawer, and the bourbon and tumblers within.::  Sir, I of course have no idea what Ron was blabbering on about.

10:55:55 PM Charity Suite: (He likes to snack on his fingernails after work)

10:56:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Not bad with mustard under em)

10:56:17 PM LtCmdrBusard: (AGH)

10:56:28 PM EnsRyanCarter: ( fingerlickin' good!)

10:56:36 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Had anyone else completely forgotten how different it is when Glenn's simming?)

10:56:38 PM EnsRyanCarter: (om nom nom nom)

10:56:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: (OH GOD MAKE IT STOP AAAAGH)

10:56:48 PM LtCmdrBusard: (YOU'RE FIRED)

10:56:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (This reminds me of the old days!)

10:56:54 PM EnsRyanCarter: (hahaha)

10:56:55 PM Charity Suite: (Actually, no  ::grin::  )

10:57:41 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Alrighty Harper, how's things going? Anything out of the ordinary? Pains, aches, double vision, that sort of thing?

10:57:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ Of course, Colonel, I believe you. Anyway, I'd like to chat with our guest.

10:57:53 PM LtCmdrBusard: (::Goes to her corner to cry::-)

10:58:02 PM Charity Suite: Feminine problems of enny kind?

10:58:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> No doc, I feel great, especially now that those stims wore off!

10:58:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::turns to Charity:: Nope I'm great, can I go now?!

10:58:44 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hows the wound then? All healed up?

10:58:55 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> ::opens the door, definitely not dressed for work, leans against the door, says seductively...:: Why hello there, Ensign are you here to fix my... ::takes a whiff of the air:: Oh my god, what is that smell!?

10:59:15 PM Charity Suite: Yer' all regular an' stuff?  Not missin' Aunt Bessie every month?

10:59:21 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> Um... new aftershave? Can I use your sink? Thanks. ::walks in::

10:59:37 PM LtCmdrBusard: (I think I just wet myself a little)

10:59:48 PM LtCmdrBusard: (At least it didn't get on my hands :-P)

11:00:36 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::washes hands finally, scrubbing them clean::

11:00:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> The wound has healed up just fine! ::nods at Charity, unfamiliar with this human expression:: Aunt Bessie?

11:01:51 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Grits his teeth a moment, but the grimace fades after a moment.:: +Blackthorne+ Of course, sir.  Just tell me when you're coming down, and I'll be there to release the security field.  Of course, I'll need to be on hand, for safety purposes.

11:01:52 PM Charity Suite: Y'know ... ::drops her voice a notch::  Yer feminine friend.

11:02:04 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::dries his hands off and rejoins the woman:: So your replicator...

11:02:11 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> No, I can still smell it.

11:02:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::blinks:: Oh! Yes, no problems there.

11:02:39 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> ::bends over sniffs his leg::

11:03:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ Kindly escort him to the Flag Office, Colonel.

11:03:10 PM EnsRyanCarter: Yeah...I know... the guy had a PADD stuck in his john. Your replicator's making meat cakes?

11:03:12 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Suite, can you draw some blood for these tests. :: scrolls through the blood test checklist :: and go ahead and have the analysis done while your at it.

11:03:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ I'd like you to witness the interview.

11:03:43 PM Charity Suite: (meatshakes!)

11:03:56 PM Charity Suite: Shore thing, Boss. 

11:04:03 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Beefcake! Beefcake!)

11:04:50 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> That is nasty. Look... your gonna have to change or work naked... ::sighs:: You know what... I'm just going to get you a new uniform. I wanted to, you know... ::gestures at her nightgown and robe:: I'll just get you a new uniform.

11:04:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: sets up the eye exam machine while blood gets drawn ::

11:04:54 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Lets that sit a moment, finally smiling ever so slightly::  +Blackthorne+ Very good, sir.  I'll have him up there in five minutes.

11:04:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Meatwad?)

11:05:07 PM Charity Suite: ::grabs a hypo to draw blood::  So ... ya gots enny crampin', enny clots 'r clumpin, that kinda stuff?

11:05:19 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> Alright. So how do I make this thing make synthabeef?

11:06:06 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> ::across the room:: You might be able to fit into my husband's uniform...

11:06:37 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::mumbles:: This is getting weird. ::louder:: Computer, cup of coffee.

11:06:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Nothing outside the usual, doc.

11:07:07 PM EnsRyanCarter: Computer> ::materializes a cup of coffee...with coffee and a cup made of ground synthabeef shaped as a cup::

11:07:42 PM Charity Suite: ::nods::  Ah see ... an' when waz yer las' ... y'know?

11:08:18 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> Oh, hey, that's interesting.

11:08:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::blinks, always having had trouble with Human slang:: What?

11:08:40 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::After finding a minor discrepancy in the generators' efficiency levels, Percy went about syncronizing them. Once that was done, she stopped and made herself a cup of coffee. That was NOT actually synthabeef! Mwahahaha::

11:08:56 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> Here, change. ::holds out her husband's uniform::

11:08:56 PM Charity Suite: Yer feminine friend ...  ::thinks this chick needs to lay off the peroxide, it's bleaching her brain::

11:09:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ IThank you Colonel. Blackthorne out.

11:10:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::quizzically:: Isn't asking about my vibrator just a little personal?

11:10:24 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> You know what...apparently the ship's been infected with the Meatwad.B virus. I remember this because just before I left Earth some douches infected the entire Academy with the 'A' strain during a vegan festival. I can go and purge this from engineering actually.

11:10:39 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Sliding his desk drawer shut, McKnight exits his office, and rests his eyes on the first particularly capable marine he sees, which in this case would be Estebez::  Sergeant, you're with me.  Prisoner escort.

11:10:44 PM Charity Suite: Jus' how often d'you gals git yer period, ennyway?

11:10:47 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: overhears the conversation and chokes on her laughter ::

11:11:01 PM Charity Suite: ::laughs:: Oh, yer a treat!

11:11:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Oh! Why didn't you just ask?! About once every six weeks!

11:11:12 PM Charity Suite: You gots one?  Only one?

11:11:16 PM EnsRyanCarter: Woman> Are, are you sure?

11:11:19 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> I'm definitely sure. ::heads to the door:: It'll be fixed in a jif! ::heads for the turbolift::

11:11:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> It's a good one. ::Grins::

11:11:46 PM Charity Suite: Izzit realistic, or one of them bunny-rabbit ones?

11:11:52 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::goes back to engineering::

11:12:13 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Frowns as he enters:: Dear god, what is that smell?

11:12:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::passes the bridge off to Sankoh who has magically appeared when needed and enters the flag office::

11:12:29 PM EnsRyanCarter: I'm back.

11:12:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Sankoh> ::smugly sits in the center seat, glad to be on a real ship::

11:12:41 PM EnsRyanCarter: What smell?

11:13:18 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::totally wants to gag from the smell on his pants, but plays it off as if it's nothing::

11:13:28 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Steps closer to him and sniffs, before nearly choking:: Holy...! Did you go SWIMMING in the sewage tanks?

11:13:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::looks around and nods knowingly:: Realistic as they get.

11:13:51 PM Charity Suite: ::nods::

11:14:11 PM EnsRyanCarter: I did have to stick my hand in ::looks at his padd:: Officer Lewpinski's toilet.

11:14:31 PM Charity Suite: So ... Ah'm curious, now ... how, uh ... y'know ... how big ...?

11:14:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: Oh lord. Go shower and get a new uniform right now. That's an order.

11:14:43 PM EnsRyanCarter: and I guess I did wipe it on my pants. I really need to change.

11:14:45 PM Charity Suite: Y'know, fer yer race, Ah mean ...

11:15:18 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: finishes programming of the vision checker :: Heads back into the exam room.

11:15:19 PM EnsRyanCarter: Yes ma'am. Oh, these are the completed work orders. ::puts it on her desk and heads out::

11:15:21 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Estebez in tow, McKnight approaches cell block A, at which point he's confronted with a shimmering blue force field blocking off Jvar's particular cell group.  After McKnight turns to the wall panel and inputs his 12 digit security code, it dies with a WHIRR, allowing the two marines to approach the cell itself:: 

11:15:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> How big are Risan men, you mean?

11:15:49 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::the PADD kinda smells...funny too::

11:15:51 PM Charity Suite: Yeah.  Strictly fer medical reference, y'know.

11:16:02 PM MisterBoxingBear: Mr. Jvar, I hope you've been comfortable.  For what it's worth, I use these same beds myself from time to time when I need to slink off and catch 15 minutes.  Still, there's something to be said for stretching the legs.  How about a walk?

11:16:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: blinks :: Its in the database, you can look it up Suite.

11:16:18 PM Charity Suite: ::has taken rather a lot of blood samples by this time::

11:16:31 PM Charity Suite: Oh, uh ... you betcha, Boss.

11:16:39 PM Charity Suite: Right away!

11:16:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Well, I've only been with a couple humans... ::is starting to look even paler as she whispers conspiratorially:: But they're bigger than Risans.

11:16:43 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Grimaces at the filth on her desk, before getting a pair of gloves and taking the PADD and orders to the decontamination cell::

11:16:56 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::heads off to his quarters for a quick shower and a change of clothes::

11:17:06 PM Charity Suite: ::grinning::

11:17:16 PM Charity Suite: ::off to do research::

11:17:23 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Lay back and make yourself as comfortable as possible Harper. Scan time!

11:17:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper>  ::falls back, dizzy from blood loss::

11:18:28 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> ::enters engineering:: Excuse me! Excuse me! Who's in charge here?

11:18:36 PM Charity Suite: ::humming a little limerick::

11:18:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Follows up the decontamination by bleaching her desk, before looking up at Lewpinski:: That would be me. What can I do for you?

11:19:34 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Jvar better speak up.  You remember how uncooperative prisoners got dealt with back on DSG1.  O:-) )

11:19:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: flips on the scan, noting how pale Harper is :: A little woozy Harper?

11:19:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Once she stops talking about visits from random relatives, that Dr. Suite is remarkably candid.

11:19:51 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> ::throws the wet plunger at her feet:: You tell your no good, rotten engineers that next time...:: red faced:: next time... I will report this entire division to the captain! For... ::gestures to the plunger:: For this!

11:19:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> How much blood... did she take?

11:20:12 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> ::shaking:: I demand an apology! And someone to take responsibility for this!

11:20:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Enough...I'll grab you a juice while the scan runs. You'll be fine.

11:20:35 PM Charity Suite: ::running the blood through the tests she needs::

11:20:42 PM EnsRyanCarter: (( Not even I remember how prisoners were dealt with on DSG1... did we just... shoot them? )

11:20:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Airlock?)

11:20:55 PM Charity Suite: (m) There once waz a woman from Venus ...

11:20:58 PM EnsRyanCarter: (( or did we send giant bubbles after them ))

11:21:00 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: retrieves some apple juice, then grabs a second ::

11:21:17 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Wow, now I regret that all we did was bludgeon them with stun batons.)

11:21:52 PM EnsRyanCarter: ( never saw the Prisoner? You are number six! Who is number one?? )

11:22:05 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Frowns deeply, and picks up the plunger:: I'm sorry, you want me to apologize for my engineer, whom I know to be competent, doing his job and expecting you to deal with anything that you didn't report on your complaint? And you're demanding this from a SUPERIOR officer?

11:22:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: helps Harper sit up, hands her an opened juice :: Here drink this while I check the scan info.

11:22:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::wobbles and gulps the juice::

11:23:06 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> He... ::shuts his mouth:: He did dislodge the PADD...

11:24:58 PM LtCmdrBusard: Why yes. He did. I have it in decontamination right now. Are you saying that there was something ELSE clogging your drain?

11:24:58 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> Just... just... I'm giving you a warning! ::stabs his finger in the air at Busard:: A warning! ::mumbles as he leaves her office::

11:25:19 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Throws the plunger at Lewpinski's back as he leaves. It sticks::

11:25:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Nice throw!)

11:25:31 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> ::leaves in a bit of a hurry, but gets the plunger in the back:: ahh!

11:25:51 PM Charity Suite: (She scores!)

11:26:06 PM LtCmdrBusard: Warning my ass! ::Grumbles about getting back from getting shot and then having to deal with assholes like this::

11:26:18 PM DrRoxanneCarre: It all looks pretty good. :: swaps the almost empty container for the other one :: We'll do the vision test in a moment.

11:26:33 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> ::gets into the turbo lift, shaking his fist but the doors shut::

11:26:43 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::On his fist!::

11:27:16 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::returns to engineering, sees a plunger on the floor and a fist stuck in the TL door:: Things are getting exciting around here.

11:27:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::gulpgulpgulp::

11:27:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Think you can stand up with out passing out now?

11:27:38 PM EnsRyanCarter: Lewpinski> ::pulls his fist into the TL:: OWW!

11:27:43 PM Charity Suite: (w) There once waz a man with angina ...

11:27:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Likely. ::stands, wobbles, then stands again::

11:27:58 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yup, that's a word for it. By the by, will you please find me the appropriate forms to file complaints against an officer?

11:28:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I hope there's now spare blood for the bank for all of the Risans on board with my blood type.....

11:28:27 PM Charity Suite: ::turns her head:;  Blood scans are all good, Boss.

11:28:41 PM Charity Suite: She might be a lil' anemic, though.  A lil'.

11:28:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::Wobbles::

11:28:57 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Alrighty, stand over here, rest your forhead there :: points :: and try not to blink. :: grins :: Sometimes she gets a bit carried away.

11:29:01 PM EnsRyanCarter: Carter> ::looks at the TL doors then Busard:: Was that the guy... Lewpinski?

11:29:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::puts her forehead on the eye whatsit::

11:29:19 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Quirks an eyebrow at Carter and smirks:: It might NOT have been.

11:29:42 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: pushes the button and the machine starts to whirr ::

11:29:44 PM EnsRyanCarter: Engineer 2> Ahhh!! ::scalded:: Why is my coffee cup made out of raw synthabeef!!

11:30:02 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks over alarmed:: What the...oh goddamnit.

11:30:15 PM EnsRyanCarter: Oh shit, the Meatwad.B virus.

11:30:24 PM LtCmdrBusard: Aw man, really?

11:30:26 PM EnsRyanCarter: I was going to patch that in the replicator before you had me go shower.

11:30:45 PM LtCmdrBusard: ...A fair trade. Patch it up now, will you?

11:30:55 PM EnsRyanCarter: Yes ma'am.

11:31:04 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Computer> :: pings, green light lights up ::

11:31:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::waits::

11:31:49 PM EnsRyanCarter: Vegan Engineer> ::biting into her leafy, green salad, gags:: Eww, it's meat textured!

11:32:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Well congratulations Harper, apparently you are fit for duty. :: writes a note :: I want you to go back to your quarters, drink two glasses of water and rest for an hour. Doctor's orders.

11:32:33 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::goes to a terminal and starts the patch process for the virus::

11:33:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> You'll tell the Admiral about the hour, right?

11:33:21 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, I already noted it and sent him a copy.

11:33:23 PM EnsRyanCarter: We must have gotten the virus when we updated the firmware... ::finds the patch in SF's software repository::

11:33:45 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::initializes it:: This should fix it. ::watches the progress bar::

11:34:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Thank you, doc. ::passes out::

11:34:42 PM Charity Suite: Whut-oh

11:34:53 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::remembers he still has to buy someone a new pair of shoes, but then thinks, she probably already forgot anyway::

11:34:59 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: hooks up a Plasma Infusion Unit :: Ya got a little carried away Suite.

11:35:40 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Five minutes on the PIU and she'll be fine.

11:35:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Tries to replicate some jello, just for fun::

11:36:01 PM Charity Suite: ::clears her throat::  Well, we didn't have much Risan blood in th' blood bank.

11:36:21 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::progress bar stops at 90, dialog appears: "error: address 0x3894ffee corrupt. Cannot proceed (index: 0034f)"::

11:36:33 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Apparently we have a stock now...

11:36:39 PM EnsRyanCarter: dammit.

11:37:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::wakes up after a few minutes of bodyweight synthetic blood::

11:37:15 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks down at the synthabeef:: Eeww...::Then looks to Carter:: Problem, Ensign?

11:38:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> That was fun...

11:38:14 PM EnsRyanCarter: Yeah... this isn't good. That's the latest patch.

11:38:32 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: smiles :: You'll be fine now, I still want you to go rest for an hour but you can skp the water.

11:38:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::flees::

11:38:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:38:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:38:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:38:59 PM Charity Suite: ::pause::

11:39:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, one more line, for Charity's benefit.

11:39:11 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Le paused::

11:39:17 PM EnsRyanCarter: ::paused::

11:39:21 PM EnsRyanCarter: :: paused::

11:39:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Ian Blackthorne sits behind his monolithic desk in the Flag Office, his hair back to being perfect, the way it was before the poisoning.

11:39:26 PM EnsRyanCarter: stupid smiley faces

11:39:39 PM DrRoxanneCarre: LOL Paused

11:39:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: And cut.

11:39:50 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (LIES!)

11:40:32 PM LtCmdrBusard: And now, I away with the security chief! Mwahahaha!

11:40:44 PM LtCmdrBusard: *YOINK and flee!*

11:40:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Entertaining sim everyone! :)

11:40:49 PM Charity Suite: (Pffft.)

11:40:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Next week we should be starting a new plot and have our XO back as well.

11:41:05 PM EnsRyanCarter: cool :)

11:41:07 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hooray!

11:41:09 PM EnsRyanCarter: new plot

11:41:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: She got shore-leave what about the rest of us?!

11:41:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Real Life shoreleave is harder to come by.

11:41:44 PM Charity Suite: I'll give Rob a structurally superfluous new afthole for skipping tonight without notice.

11:41:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ooooooo

11:41:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent.

11:42:09 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hehe. Anyway, g'night guys!

11:42:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night you two.

11:42:14 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Night

11:42:19 PM EnsRyanCarter: goodnight Busard, Bear.

11:45:46 PM Charity Suite: ::grin::  Glenn that was awesome tonight!  :-D

11:45:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Oh god I was DYING

11:45:54 PM EnsRyanCarter: hahaha

11:46:08 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I have a headache from laughing.

11:46:24 PM EnsRyanCarter: that was fun to do. Haven't done that in a while. :)

11:46:44 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys! :D

11:46:51 PM EnsRyanCarter: Night Doc

11:46:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night!

11:46:57 PM Charity Suite: Night Boss

11:47:01 PM Charity Suite: Too late

11:47:52 PM EnsRyanCarter: alright I'm going to go eat some dinner... and then watch the Courne Ultimatium on my new sofa. :)

11:48:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'm gonna play xbox on my new TV :)