Conversation with #ussatlantis at 7/28/2009 9:53:52 PM on (irc)

(9:53:53 PM) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: RAMPAGING KLINGONS OMFG
(9:53:54 PM) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(9:54:44 PM) LtThors: hoy hoy
(9:56:00 PM) JusstinCase [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(9:56:24 PM) JusstinCase: Aagh?
(9:56:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: argh
(9:57:24 PM) JusstinCase: The Castle ... Aaaaaaaaaagh.
(9:58:36 PM) TKirr [] entered the room.
(10:01:01 PM) CharitySuite [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:01:06 PM) JusstinCase: Charity!
(10:01:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Charity
(10:01:25 PM) CharitySuite: Evenin' all y'all!
(10:02:32 PM) LtThors: Evening
(10:03:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(10:03:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Roxy
(10:03:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Freakin Klingons.
(10:04:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hiya
(10:05:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Got my hypospray and stasis unit all warmed up and ready to go.
(10:06:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh man oh man.
(10:06:14 PM) JusstinCase: Urg?
(10:06:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: "Stay tuned for next week when we start feeding crewmembers through tubes"
(10:07:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Bacon meatshakes.
(10:07:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: BTW, OMG its HOT HOT HOT here.
(10:07:33 PM) CharitySuite: Baconnaise
(10:08:00 PM) JusstinCase: Mmm ... baconnaise ...
(10:08:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Was near 100 at my place, stupid AC has been running all day.
(10:08:25 PM) CharitySuite: Wouldn't that defeat the point of having a B with your LT?
(10:08:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: More B the better.
(10:08:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BBBBBBBBBBLT
(10:08:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Mmm...BLT with baconnaise.
(10:08:54 PM) LtThors: I'll second that.
(10:09:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Actually I prefer the tang of Bacon Whip.
(10:09:33 PM) CharitySuite: I have to admit, I hate when a restaurant goes all skimpy on the B when you order a sandwich.
(10:09:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, seriously.
(10:09:48 PM) JusstinCase: Bacon tang.
(10:09:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: If you can read a newspaper through it its not bacon.
(10:09:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: When I order something with bacon I wanna there to be a substantial amount of bacon.
(10:10:00 PM) CharitySuite: ::blink::
(10:10:06 PM) CharitySuite: Jusstin, you can't say that.
(10:10:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Arbys has a decent BLT
(10:10:32 PM) LtThors: Don't forget Bacon Salt.
(10:11:05 PM) JusstinCase: Why not?
(10:11:17 PM) CharitySuite: It ... you just can't.
(10:11:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No wai
(10:11:34 PM) JusstinCase: ... Bacon butter?
(10:11:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The same people that make bacon salt.
(10:12:00 PM) LtThors: yep
(10:12:15 PM) JusstinCase: Can I say that?
(10:12:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *runs off to join the 'Bacon of the Month' club*
(10:12:30 PM) CharitySuite: A friend's brother gets bacon-infused vodka for his Bloody Marys.
(10:12:41 PM) LtThors: !!!
(10:13:11 PM) CharitySuite: Yep, bacon vodka. How weird is that, and how weird that it actually sounds good in a Bloody Mary?
(10:13:22 PM) CharitySuite: That's not a lot better, Jusstin.
(10:13:30 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@] entered the room.
(10:13:37 PM) TKirr: :: TWEEEEEEEEEET :: Attention!
(10:14:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa :: *munches on applewood-smoked bacon*
(10:14:12 PM) CharitySuite: ::AA::
(10:14:27 PM) JusstinCase: ::AA::
(10:14:28 PM) LtThors: ::aa::
(10:15:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: The Story So Far on the attempt to stop the Klingons from experimenting with Omega has us in dire straits. In the initial encounter with their forces, Atlantis was rammed by a small bird-of prey, completely destroying it and taking out our shields. Klingons beamed into the bridge, sickbay, and engineering, among other places. Although those three locations are now secure, it's not
(10:15:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ack, topic too long.
(10:15:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The Story So Far on the attempt to stop the Klingons from experimenting with Omega has us in dire straits. In the initial encounter with their forces, Atlantis was rammed by a small bird-of prey, completely destroying it and taking out our shields. Klingons beamed into the bridge, sickbay, and engineering, among other places. Although those three locations are now secure, it's not without a price. Casualties are high, sickbay is overflowing, and the bridge consoles were too shot up for use, necessitating evacuation to the battle bridge. Commanders Busard and Harper lie in critical condition in sickbay, and Atlantis was luckily able to outrun the remaining Klingon ship even as we still deal with intruders in the corridors.
(10:16:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: OMFG KLINGONS
(10:16:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:16:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Did that all come through?
(10:16:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Crap, splitting.
(10:17:09 PM) JusstinCase: Splitting?
(10:17:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The Story So Far on the attempt to stop the Klingons from experimenting with Omega has us in dire straits. In the initial encounter with their forces, Atlantis was rammed by a small bird-of prey, completely destroying it and taking out our shields. Klingons beamed into the bridge, sickbay, and engineering, among other places. Although those three locations are now secure, it's not without a price.
(10:17:11 PM) TKirr: There will be a test. Memorize it all.
(10:17:13 PM) CharitySuite: Crapping?
(10:17:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Casualties are high, sickbay is overflowing, and the bridge consoles were too shot up for use, necessitating evacuation to the battle bridge. Commanders Busard and Harper lie in critical condition in sickbay, and Atlantis was luckily able to outrun the remaining Klingon ship even as we still deal with intruders in the corridors.
(10:17:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: There.
(10:17:54 PM) CharitySuite: WTF? Seriously, we just had this with the last bunch of bozos.
(10:18:08 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Wall of text crits you, you die)
(10:18:12 PM) CharitySuite: We should get pods for the bridge that snap in and out.
(10:18:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: At least the bridge still has atmosphere this time.
(10:18:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Kates got holes, Percy has holes...anyone have corks?
(10:18:48 PM) JusstinCase: Ooh!
(10:19:04 PM) LtSyvek [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:19:07 PM) TKirr: You're the doctor.
(10:19:14 PM) CharitySuite: ::makes a note for Ryan Carter to install Lego snap-lock feet on the new bridge stations for easy replacement::
(10:19:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:19:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:19:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:20:16 PM) JusstinCase: ::wiping dirt off his face, or something::
(10:20:38 PM) DrNolan [] entered the room.
(10:20:39 PM) CharitySuite: ::up to her elbows in someone's innards::
(10:20:41 PM) LtThors: :: scavenges bodies for a trauma patch and patches himself as best he can::
(10:20:56 PM) TKirr: :: on the Battle Bridge, compiling reports from everywhere ::
(10:21:38 PM) LtThors: ::orders marines to finish securing engineering and searching for survivors::
(10:21:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: watching the stats on Kate and Percy, not looking too pleased ::
(10:21:54 PM) DrNolan: :: up to his elbows in someone else's innards ::
(10:21:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Case, get information on every Klingon biosign you can find to security.
(10:22:05 PM) JusstinCase: Right-o.
(10:22:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Assuming internal sensors are operating.
(10:22:20 PM) TKirr: :: nods in affirmation ::
(10:22:34 PM) JusstinCase: I think they're being held together with duct tape and hope, sir.
(10:22:39 PM) CdrHarper: :: barely breathing, shocky, and her hair is mussed ::
(10:22:40 PM) JusstinCase: I might be able to get something.
(10:22:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Security+ Blackthorne to Security.
(10:22:59 PM) JusstinCase: Bah!
(10:24:12 PM) LtSyvek: :: guarding sickbay, still looking ridiculous with his rifle and hospital gown ::
(10:24:31 PM) LtThors: +bridge+ This is security. Go ahead.
(10:25:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Ulic+ Who is this?
(10:25:50 PM) LtThors: +bridge+This is Lt. Thoroddstadhurr Sir.
(10:26:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Ulic+ Lieutenant, conduct a deck by deck sweep and secure the ship. I'm having Lt. Case provide location info on the intruders as we can get it from the internal sensors.
(10:26:27 PM) CharitySuite: :: puffs a lock of red-gold hair out of her eyes so she can see Syvek's aft through the wafting drafty nightie thingie better::
(10:26:36 PM) JusstinCase: The sensors work, but I only have enough power to sweep one deck at a time.
(10:26:50 PM) DrNolan: (( rofl! ))
(10:26:57 PM) LtSyvek: :: feels drafty ::
(10:27:16 PM) JusstinCase: [Gag.]
(10:27:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Do it and coordinate with Security to get the decks they're working on.
(10:27:18 PM) LtThors: +Bridge+ Go ahead and give me the first deck.
(10:27:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sees the recalled people enter and grabs two of them :: You two grab partners, one group head to deck 14 and pull out any beds you see there, the other group head down the hall and get equipment from the Trauma center. All that stuff gets moved to Holodeck 3. We'll be using that as a secondary care unit.
(10:28:25 PM) CharitySuite: :: still working feverishly (sans fever) on whoever's on the table in front of her, pulling out all osrts of crap (not real crap, crap like stuff from the ship that shouldn't be in a patient kind of crap)::
(10:28:43 PM) LtThors: +Medical+ Medical this is engineering is there anyway you can spare a few personnel in Engineering? Its a mess and I don't want to start sending out the wounded to get butchered.
(10:28:47 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Where are you now?
(10:29:00 PM) CharitySuite: :: hears the comm and looks at da Boss::
(10:29:01 PM) LtThors: +Case+ Engineering
(10:29:22 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Scanning ...
(10:29:54 PM) LtThors: +Medical+ I can send a small security detachment for protection.
(10:30:17 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Looks like two ... no, three Klingon biosigns.
(10:30:35 PM) CharitySuite: Ah kin go if'n ya wawnt, Boss.
(10:30:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +Engineering+ I'll send a couple down to do triage, as soon as security gets here.
(10:30:38 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Somewhere in the aft.
(10:31:01 PM) LtThors: +Case+ Roger that.
(10:31:13 PM) CharitySuite: :: tosses a spanner on the floor:: That had ta hurt in yer spleen, huh?
(10:31:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: with his good arm, he plots a more roundabout course toward the Omega epicenter :: We're in no condition to continue. Yet.
(10:31:26 PM) CharitySuite: Patient> Blessedly unconscious::
(10:31:31 PM) LtThors: +Medical+ Sending them now ::orders detachment to medical::
(10:31:39 PM) DrNolan: :: finishes up with one patient and moves off to clean up ::
(10:31:54 PM) CharitySuite: :: hopes Jusstin's okay::
(10:32:17 PM) LtSyvek: :: overhears :: +Thors+ Lieutenant, have your men bring me some grenades, all I have is a rifle.
(10:32:19 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sure, but you look rather busy at the moment. If you're almost done, have one of the recalled crew close up and take a couple of them with you when you go.
(10:32:28 PM) CharitySuite: :: not sure why a spanner in someone's spleen made her think of Jusstin, but I'm sure the writer knew what he was doing at the time::
(10:32:43 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ Roger that.
(10:32:57 PM) LtSyvek: :: isn't kidding ::
(10:32:57 PM) CharitySuite: Yeah, this here abby-dominal mess is gonna take awhile.
(10:33:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Good thing we have those redi-kits prepared...take some with you.
(10:33:32 PM) JusstinCase: ::gets a mild electrical shock from a shorted circuit::
(10:33:33 PM) LtThors: :: Orders marines to grab some armor off the klingons and any kind of hand to hand weapons::
(10:33:39 PM) JusstinCase: Ow! Mother puss bucket!
(10:33:39 PM) CharitySuite: (A rifle and no pants? Vaguely veiled sensual reference, Sy?)
(10:33:42 PM) DrNolan: :: strides back, soniced clean, and applies himself to a new patient ::
(10:33:57 PM) JusstinCase: ::hopes Charity is okay::
(10:34:05 PM) LtSyvek: (Of course not, that wouldn't be very Vulcan now would it.)
(10:34:12 PM) TKirr: :: turns at Case's outburst ::
(10:34:30 PM) LtThors: +marines+ Don't forget grenades
(10:34:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Problem, Lieutenant?
(10:34:54 PM) TKirr: CrazedPatient> OMG TEH KLINGONS!
(10:34:55 PM) LtThors: ::Once marines are ready he moves out toward the aft::
(10:35:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh and use the transporter if you need to send anyone back, no need to have people wandering the halls. Holodeck 3 is for non-surgical cases, they should be able to take most of the non-bleeders.
(10:35:24 PM) DrNolan: :: appears next to the crazed patient's side and deftly sedates him ::
(10:35:50 PM) LtThors: +VAdm+ No sir.
(10:35:51 PM) JusstinCase: Bah, just an electrical shock.
(10:35:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Wrong Lieutenant.)
(10:36:12 PM) LtThors: (my bad)
(10:36:15 PM) JusstinCase: But I'll be fine, sir. Thanks for asking.
(10:36:55 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Where else do you have security team stationed?
(10:36:56 PM) LtThors: :: Orders marines in staggered formation due to klingon grenades::
(10:37:10 PM) LtThors: +Case+ Medical and the Bridge
(10:37:14 PM) CharitySuite: :: sutures up yet another perforation:: Ah couls strain spuhghetti with this here intestine ...
(10:37:27 PM) LtSyvek: :: wouldn't want to eat it ::
(10:37:30 PM) TKirr: :: passes Blackthorne a PADD, distracted :: Engineering's latest report on shields.
(10:37:42 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Scanning medical...
(10:37:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes and skims :: Not good. We can't even hope to accomplish this mission with the threat of further boarders.
(10:38:10 PM) JusstinCase: ::holds his breath::
(10:38:22 PM) TKirr: Agreed. :: tap, tap tap ::
(10:38:38 PM) JusstinCase: ::heaves a sigh of relief upon seeing Sick Bay is clean::
(10:39:01 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ No Klingons in or around Sick Bay.
(10:39:14 PM) CharitySuite: ::frowns and grabs a shard of shrapnel:: C'mere, ya lil' buggar.
(10:39:36 PM) TKirr: (( Medicine at its finest ))
(10:41:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans back in the Helm chair and takes a deep breath ::
(10:41:12 PM) CharitySuite: ::drops the shrapnel shard onto a tray with a satisfying 'tink':: Closin' Boss, that waz th' last of 'em.
(10:41:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls a samples kit off the shelf, takes samples of Kates damaged organs :: Orderly run these to the lab for organ regeneration, sooner is better.
(10:41:27 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ Charity?
(10:41:55 PM) CharitySuite: :: sutures up the patient, and longs for the days when butterfly stitches could actually be used to make a butterfly-shaped scar::
(10:42:18 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Jusstin! Are ya awl right?
(10:42:25 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ Send the remaining marines to sweep to engineering and secure a path for the severely wounded that will be coming.
(10:42:39 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ I am! Are you?
(10:43:30 PM) CharitySuite: Fine as frawg hair, how's ev'rybuddy up there? :: frowning, listening for the secret sounds of Jusstin being stoic and hiding his pain::
(10:43:38 PM) LtThors: :: Continues sweeping aft ::
(10:43:39 PM) TKirr: :: moves over to Science, busily looking over Case's shoulder at something at the console ::
(10:43:43 PM) JusstinCase: [::laughs!::]
(10:43:44 PM) CharitySuite: (Whoops ) +Jusstin+
(10:43:56 PM) LtSyvek: +Thors+ Roger that. I will hold this position given that I am still not cleared for duty.
(10:44:11 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ You'll be happy to know there are no Klingons in Sick Bay.
(10:45:02 PM) CharitySuite: ::gives the empty air a wry look:: Oh, Darlin' thank yew ever so much fer layin' mah pore heart ta ease.
(10:45:20 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ As soon as you can, get a detachment and start sweeping areas.
(10:45:28 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Of course there's no Klingons here!
(10:45:45 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ Well ... the internal sensors just told me so.
(10:46:04 PM) TKirr: :: finds what she is looking for and heads back to her console ::
(10:46:12 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Ya could'a axed, y'know.
(10:46:48 PM) LtSyvek: :: turns to the doctors :: Given the situation, may I be medically released?
(10:47:14 PM) CharitySuite: ::finishes her patient and moves over to the triage area for the next victim::
(10:47:25 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ Well ... better to be certain, right?
(10:47:43 PM) LtThors: :: Encounters 3 Klingons who appear to be in the process of killing a lost crewman ::
(10:47:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes Syvek :: Seeing how you're mobile and we have a bed shortage...sure. I'll expect you back tomorrow to be checked out, earlier if you have any problems.
(10:47:53 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks at Syvek:: By th' looks of ya, darlin' y'awlready been 'released. :: chuckles::
(10:48:21 PM) LtSyvek: :: looks down at his gown, the crosses to the replicator and orders a uniform ::
(10:48:26 PM) CharitySuite: Ya might wawna put some pants on if'n y'all are gonna fight evil today.
(10:48:27 PM) LtThors: :: Engages Klingons with heavy fire ::
(10:48:28 PM) DrNolan: :: overhearing, rolls his eyes ::
(10:48:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: mutters :: Dont forget your cape.
(10:48:58 PM) gsong [] entered the room.
(10:49:13 PM) gsong: (well that worked )
(10:49:15 PM) gsong: (finally)
(10:49:22 PM) TKirr: (( Hey welcome! ))
(10:49:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Hiya Glenn)
(10:49:38 PM) LtThors: + Case+ Can you rescan aft? I need to know if there are reinforcements on their way.
(10:49:57 PM) gsong is now known as LtJGRyanCarter
(10:50:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets an idea :: +Engineering+ Blackthorne to Engineering.
(10:50:18 PM) LtSyvek: :: puts on pants to fight evil today ::
(10:50:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks and replaces the pressure pad on Percy, notes her stats are fairly stable :: Looks like Kate wins the first spot in surgery.
(10:50:30 PM) CharitySuite: ***gsong is now known as LATE TO THE SIM
(10:50:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (oh snap owned)
(10:50:46 PM) LtThors: (rofl)
(10:50:51 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ Phaser fire has thrown off the sensor calibration. Recalibrating ...
(10:51:08 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ( It wouldn't be me if I was early to the sim. :) )
(10:51:17 PM) LtSyvek: :: pulls on the rest of the fatigues and takes the grenades from the relief :: You men, escort the medical team to engineering.
(10:51:43 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: (( are the Klingons going to kill me if I exit the Jefferies tube I was hiding in last time? ))
(10:51:59 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: (( I think I was headed up towards sickbay from lower engineering ))
(10:52:07 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ((with some NPC I manufactured ))
(10:52:19 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Have you heard from Ryan?
(10:52:27 PM) CharitySuite: (Was she cute?)
(10:52:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (You'll be alright)
(10:52:47 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: (( her name was Cat Meyers ))
(10:52:50 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ It looks like you have four more on their way.
(10:53:12 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ Oh, dear. No, I haven't.
(10:53:30 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::gets out of the Jefferies tube::
(10:54:26 PM) JusstinCase: +Ryan+ Ensign Carter?
(10:54:26 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Ah'm worried. Haven't heard from him either.
(10:54:37 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::gestures:: Sickbay is that way... which is where I'm going to go... ::was thwacked on the head previously::
(10:54:45 PM) LtSyvek: :: heads out of Sickbay with a few other Marines to sweep for Klingons ::
(10:55:05 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> I did say I was sorry. You could have been a Klingon.
(10:55:14 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::enters sickbay::
(10:55:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Carter+ Blackthorne to Carter.
(10:55:27 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ If you aren't too busy at the moment, I could use some reinforcements in the aft.
(10:55:35 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks up:: Ryan!
(10:55:40 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Blackthrone+ Carter here.
(10:55:43 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Ah found him!
(10:56:01 PM) CharitySuite: (Blackthrone ... /snicker)
(10:56:09 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ((dammit ))
(10:56:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: enters orders on her PADD to have Kate's regenerated organs prepped for transplant ::
(10:56:16 PM) LtThors: :: Brains a wounded Klingon who was getting back to join the fight ::
(10:56:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Carter+ Any luck on getting the shields back Lt?
(10:56:27 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: (( just change your nick to Blackthrone, it'll be easier for me to type ))
(10:56:38 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ((or I'll start typing it correctly ))
(10:56:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (How about nooooo)
(10:57:11 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::sees Charity:: Hey!
(10:57:27 PM) JusstinCase: ::continuing to scan for Klingons::
(10:57:29 PM) CdrHarper: :: leaks on someone's foot ::
(10:57:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: starts prepping Kate for surgery, messes her hair up even more ::
(10:58:24 PM) LtThors: :: pulls wounded marine out of the main hallway ::
(10:58:36 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +blackthorne+ Well, are the Klingons taken care of? I got ambushed enroute to engineering, ended up getting my head bashed in by a n00b ::to Meyers:: and I"'m in sickbay, but I'll gladly go back downto engineering if bumpy headed aliens don't try and kill me along the way.
(10:59:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Carter+ Engineering is secure, site to site if you need to.
(10:59:43 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Blackthorne+ Yes sir.
(10:59:59 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::heads over to Charity::
(11:00:40 PM) LtThors: :: orders marines to outflank klingons using side hallways ::
(11:01:03 PM) CharitySuite: ::washes her hands and turns to Ryan:: Wha in tarnation happened to you?!
(11:01:05 PM) LtSyvek: :: meets up with Ulic's team :: What do you have?
(11:01:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Lt. Case, how are those internal sensors coming?
(11:01:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks around to make sure everything is controlled chaos ::
(11:01:40 PM) DrNolan: :: approaches Carre's side with a device :: The caliper you asked for.
(11:01:47 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Well... I got ambushed by Klingons, and then escaped into the JT again... and I met Ensign Catherine Meyers and she bashed me on the head.
(11:01:52 PM) LtThors: +Case+ ::over phaser fire:: Any other scans show positive? Shouldn't be too much longer.
(11:02:05 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::darkly:: geez... sorry.
(11:02:09 PM) JusstinCase: We've narrowed down to five decks.
(11:02:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Caliper?
(11:02:26 PM) JusstinCase: We're closing in ....
(11:02:38 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: we managed to escape engineering and get up here. You wouldn't happen to have something for a headache would you?
(11:02:39 PM) CharitySuite: Bend over a sec, lemme see ...
(11:02:50 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::bends over::
(11:03:08 PM) DrNolan: :: gestures at Harper :: Neural caliper. Maybe you don't need it anymore? I'm done with it.
(11:03:13 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> I'll head back to engineering and get the shields back online.
(11:03:17 PM) CharitySuite: :: parts his hair and winces:: That's gonna need stitches.
(11:03:34 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Good idea... oww...
(11:03:41 PM) CharitySuite: ::grabs a scanner and watches it do its whirry thing::
(11:03:42 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::points to Meyers:: site to site.
(11:03:55 PM) LtThors: +JustinCase+ Anything yet?
(11:03:56 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> Yes sir. ::heads off to engineering::
(11:04:12 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ I detect seven more ship-wide. Three more approaching your position.
(11:04:28 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::bent over listening to Charity's device do the whirly thing::
(11:04:37 PM) CharitySuite: Up here on this here bed. :: pats a clean bed which is conveniently nearby::
(11:04:38 PM) LtThors: +Case+ Roger. Just enough time.
(11:04:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Not at the moment, I've gotta get these two patched up, can you handle the rest of this for a bit?
(11:04:51 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::gets up on the bed::
(11:05:06 PM) DrNolan: :: takes the caliper back and shrugs :: Best I can.
(11:05:14 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::beams into engineering...::
(11:05:46 PM) CharitySuite: Let's get this cleaned up ... what did she hit ya with?
(11:05:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Engineering+ Blackthorne to engineering.
(11:05:58 PM) LtThors: Let's bait them in. Anyone wanna be the bait???
(11:06:12 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::hand over mouth, petrified:: Oh my god... +blackthorne+ Ensign... Meyers here.
(11:06:22 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: A toolcase.
(11:06:27 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: The corner of her toolcase.
(11:06:33 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: maybe...?
(11:06:38 PM) CharitySuite: Ouch.
(11:06:49 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ We've got more incoming
(11:07:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Meyers+ Ensign, route power to the main deflector from the navigational deflector. We must have shields ASAP.
(11:07:25 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::walking through engineering, noting how quiet it is, except for the sound of the warp core and some computer blips, there's purple and red splotches everywhere, dismembered bodies, burnt ones...::
(11:07:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Handle the bleeders...well you know standard triage, yell if you start to get too overwhelmed...
(11:07:26 PM) LtSyvek: :: raises his rifle ::
(11:07:42 PM) LtThors: I think we can bait them in and get them in a crossfire. How do you feel like being the bait?
(11:08:15 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> +Blackthorne+ :silent and stunned::
(11:08:18 PM) CharitySuite: ::cleancleanclean::
(11:08:20 PM) DrNolan: :: nods and rushes off towards the bulk of the patients, trading his caliper for an autosuture on a nearby tray ::
(11:08:28 PM) LtSyvek: I can think of several other things that I would rather be, but the plan does have merit.
(11:08:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Meyers+ Ensign.
(11:08:40 PM) CharitySuite: Ya might have a lil' bawld spot after this ...
(11:09:14 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::goes into the server room and throws up::
(11:09:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gets sonically cleaned and washes up her hands :: Computer, isolation field on.
(11:09:28 PM) LtThors: It's your typical ambush with some fire and run like hell back through he killzone.
(11:09:49 PM) LtSyvek: Set up the flanking positions.
(11:10:03 PM) LtThors: :: orders marines into positions ::
(11:10:05 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Oh yeah? You can't grow hair out faster with some gizmo in here?
(11:10:19 PM) LtThors: Just make sure not to get shot :: laughs ::
(11:10:33 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::closes her eyes and counts back from ten... :: +Blackthorne+ I'll get the shields back online...
(11:10:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hypos up Kate to keep her immobilized and asleep :: Now, just co-operate and I'll have you fixed up in no time.
(11:10:39 PM) LtSyvek: :: raises one eyebrow :: Is that not the point?
(11:10:52 PM) CdrHarper: :: her heartrate starts to drop ::
(11:11:02 PM) CharitySuite: Uhmmm ... Ah prolly could ... but Ah never git th' hair ta grow in th' right spot ...
(11:11:09 PM) CharitySuite: Ah could give it a try, though!
(11:11:17 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::tries not to look at anything... pushes a body aside... just a thing after all... and begins to work at one of the consoles, rerouting power::
(11:11:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Meyers+ Get to it then, Ensign.
(11:11:25 PM) LtThors: :: stares at Syvek :: yeah I guess.
(11:11:45 PM) LtSyvek: :: notes the flanking teams in position :: Stand by.
(11:11:53 PM) LtThors: :: mutters to himself ::
(11:12:00 PM) LtThors: Ready
(11:12:05 PM) JusstinCase: ::clears his throat:: Admiral?
(11:12:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes?
(11:12:20 PM) LtSyvek: :: approaches the corner, leans around, and takes a shot at a Klingon, winging him ::
(11:12:22 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::concentrating on her console and rearranging the power conduit connections::
(11:12:35 PM) LtSyvek: :: turns around and runs like hell ::
(11:12:37 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Hm... you know... I think I'll pass...
(11:13:02 PM) LtThors: :: waits for Klingons to enter the killzone::
(11:13:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Stop that! :: adjusts the ventilator and waits for the heart rate to stabilize ::
(11:13:23 PM) CharitySuite: Ya never know, Ah could get it right fer a change ... an' not have hair growin' out th' side of yer nose.
(11:13:49 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: How about you try it on Justin first, and if it goes well, I'd be down for it
(11:13:55 PM) CharitySuite: ::meanwhile is doing an excellent job of cleaning and suturing his head wound::
(11:13:58 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: :;grins, turns it into a wince::
(11:14:14 PM) CharitySuite: Did that hurt?
(11:14:21 PM) CdrHarper: :: stabilizes ::
(11:14:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: adjusts the BGI to higher levels :: Cant wait anymore Kate, now behave.
(11:15:00 PM) JusstinCase: We have the Klingons nearly contained.
(11:15:14 PM) CdrHarper: :: leaks ::
(11:15:15 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Kinda, but that's alright.
(11:15:18 PM) JusstinCase: ... If they haven't found a way to evade our scans.
(11:15:22 PM) TKirr: :: minds her console, beep beep beep, blip blip ::
(11:15:22 PM) CharitySuite: This here's fer th' pain an' ta keep th' bad bugs from growin' in yer haid. ::hypohiss::
(11:15:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: First good news of the day.
(11:15:56 PM) LtSyvek: :: dives for cover ::
(11:16:05 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> +Blackthorne+ I've managed to reroute power from the navigational dish to the main deflector...
(11:16:05 PM) LtThors: :: opens fire ::
(11:16:17 PM) TKirr: :: looks up at the good news ::
(11:16:20 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: bad bugs?
(11:16:21 PM) LtSyvek: :: pops up and joins in the shooting ::
(11:16:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Meyers+ And you're confident the power relays will hold?
(11:16:37 PM) LtThors: :: adds a grenade to the confusion that is known as Klingons ::
(11:16:41 PM) CharitySuite: Y'know. Germies.
(11:17:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: starts cleaning up the wounds one by one, liberally using the laser scapel and regenerators, pulling out bits and pieces of burnt 'stuff' ::
(11:17:53 PM) LtSyvek: I believe that is all of them.
(11:18:44 PM) LtThors: :: Claps him on the shoulder :: Fantastic.
(11:18:50 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::takes a deep breath, studies her screen:: +Blackthorne+ I've routed the power through most of the stable ones. There's a critical relay that needs to be changed. I can go reinforce that.
(11:19:04 PM) LtSyvek: :: eyes the human's hand :: Indeed. Do we have intel on any more intruders?
(11:19:09 PM) DrNolan: :: follows the flow of blood, closing up wounds and offering positive words where he can ::
(11:19:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: increases the amount of simul-blood flow :: You're leakin like a sieve missy.
(11:19:16 PM) LtThors: +JustinCase+ Any other signs?
(11:19:22 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: I didn't think there were any good bugs.
(11:19:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Meyers+ Do so. I don't want to blow half the power relays in the ship when I raise the shields.
(11:20:02 PM) CdrHarper: :: leaks ::
(11:20:04 PM) JusstinCase: +Thors+ None that I'm detecting -- assuming they can't render themselves invisible to sensors.
(11:20:07 PM) CharitySuite: How do ya feel?
(11:20:42 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::leaves the console, goes back for her tool case and runs off to the supply room to find a new relay::
(11:20:42 PM) LtThors: +Case+ Roger that. Going to continue sweeping deck by deck.
(11:21:03 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: A lot better. Still a headache though, but I should probably get back to engineering.
(11:21:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls out a half-cooked leaky spleen :: didnt really need that anyway.
(11:21:39 PM) TKirr: (( O_o ))
(11:21:41 PM) CharitySuite: Hmmm. That should go away real quick. If it don't, come back and I'll take a poke around.
(11:22:18 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Almost sounds like a date.
(11:22:25 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ That's it as far as the scanners go. Continue sweeping the decks in case of a straggler the scanners didn't pick up.
(11:22:26 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::gets off the biobed::
(11:23:05 PM) CharitySuite: :: chuckles:: Cain't get no personal life on this ship. Always somethin' rippin' wires outta th' walls an' stuff.
(11:23:08 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::has the relay, darts back into the JT and heads for the main deflector::
(11:23:19 PM) CharitySuite: Oh! Ah had an idear!
(11:23:24 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Tell me about it, I got to put the wires back on.
(11:23:24 PM) LtSyvek: A sound suggestion.
(11:23:31 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: and fix all that shit.
(11:24:10 PM) LtThors: I'll get the wounded to sickbay. I also need to get myself patched up.
(11:24:15 PM) CharitySuite: Since the bridge consoles git bashed up every other week, whut if ya put Lego-lock pads on th' bottoms, so ya kin just click th' broked ones out and click th' new ones in?
(11:24:23 PM) LtSyvek: :: eyes the Lieutenant :: Indeed.
(11:24:32 PM) LtThors: Keep your eyes peeled.
(11:25:13 PM) LtSyvek: :: nods slightly and moves out ::
(11:25:21 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: we kinda have something like that, it's still a pain to break them off.
(11:25:31 PM) LtThors: :: Orders wounded up and begins slow seep back to sickbay ::
(11:25:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: auto sutures the old spleen site, blocks off the blood flow removes the crispified liver and slides in the nice new pink one gluing up the connections and checking for leaks ::
(11:25:53 PM) CharitySuite: Oh. :: sighs, thought she had a brilliant idea all on her own for a change::
(11:26:04 PM) CdrHarper: :: doesn't leak, at least not right there ::
(11:26:16 PM) LtThors: +medical+ Got a few more wounded incoming
(11:26:19 PM) TKirr: (( lol aw ))
(11:26:30 PM) CharitySuite: More wounded? AH think we have plenty!
(11:26:33 PM) JusstinCase: Hmmm.
(11:26:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Did I hear that right?
(11:26:57 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks around at the carnage:: Yep, plenty. Don't need no more.
(11:27:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The intruders have been removed?
(11:27:14 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::sees that Charity seems a tad bit disappointed:: Well... alright it's not as easy as that... your idea would work wonders.
(11:27:22 PM) DrNolan: :: mumbles :: Bring it on. :: takes a moment to find a caffeine hypo ::
(11:27:46 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: There's about fifty things to unscrew and and unweld... not exactly the easiest thing in the world to fully replace anything on this ship.
(11:27:46 PM) CharitySuite: :: laughs and hugs Ryan carefully so his stitches don't pop:: Y'all are good fer mah ego.
(11:28:13 PM) LtThors: +Bridge+ Sir, the intruders have been taken care of. LtSyvek is going to finish sweeping the decks for any the sensors didn't pick up.
(11:28:17 PM) CharitySuite: Unweld? Good gravy, what a pain in th' ass.
(11:28:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Makes sure blood is circulating well in the new organ and moves on ::
(11:28:37 PM) JusstinCase: Oh, dear!
(11:28:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Ulic+ Well done, Marines.
(11:28:53 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::hugs her back:: I better get to engineering and help Meyers out.
(11:29:15 PM) CharitySuite: Keep away from her 'tool box' . ::grins and nudges him::
(11:29:19 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ Charity?
(11:29:19 PM) LtThors: +VAdm+ Just doing our duty.
(11:29:23 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::disengages the power, momentarily cutting the flow to the main deflector dish and scurries over to the relay and begins to replace it::
(11:29:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (rofl)
(11:29:35 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Hey there ... everything okay?
(11:29:36 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: that's what she said.
(11:29:49 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ I found Ryan!
(11:29:59 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks at Ryan::
(11:30:06 PM) TKirr: ( rofl )
(11:30:09 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Oh? Wherew wuz he?
(11:30:10 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::hurries out of sickbay::
(11:30:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets up from the HOps console and sits in the vacant center seat, wincing as his arm reminds him that it was shot ::
(11:30:52 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ On his way to Sick Bay.
(11:31:01 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::beams down to engineering:: Jesus... ::there's a boat load of dead people everywhere::
(11:31:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: isolates the damaged kidney and replaces it with the clone, waiting for it to pink up ::
(11:31:12 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Meyers+ Where are you?
(11:31:18 PM) CharitySuite: +Jusstin+ Amazin' ... Ah coulda swore Ah just stitched up his haid.
(11:31:51 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> +Carter+ Power junction 35... I'm almost done repairing this relay... there's another one in 40 that's broken... can you get to it?
(11:32:04 PM) CdrHarper: :: the kidney squirts pee onto Carre's shirt ::
(11:32:21 PM) TKirr: ( omg )
(11:32:28 PM) CharitySuite: (Ewww)
(11:32:37 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ Oh ...
(11:32:43 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Meyers+ Yeah. I'm going ::goes into the supply closet, gets a toolcase and another power relay and hurries::
(11:32:47 PM) TKirr: :: elicits more beeps from her console, glancing occasionally at Blackthorne as he moves ::
(11:33:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Well that works.... :: hooks up the plumbing back up :: you need better aim though.
(11:33:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets back up and taps in a course that looks like they're heading out of the area, at least to any Klingon observers :: I hope that buys us some time.
(11:33:25 PM) LtThors: :: Enters sickbay with 3 wounded marines :: So where's the line start at?
(11:33:41 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks at the door:: Hoo doggie.
(11:34:12 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::manages to get the old relay out and connect the new one, crawls back and turns the power on::
(11:34:29 PM) JusstinCase: +Charity+ So ... you knew already?
(11:34:36 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::takes a deep breath when she sees that her handiwork actually fixed it::
(11:34:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sees a small bleed and clamps it off ::
(11:34:42 PM) CdrHarper: :: her breathing goes still ::
(11:34:42 PM) CharitySuite: Ah'll take Contestant numbah one ovah heah.
(11:35:03 PM) DrNolan: :: turns to find the marine in the worst shape :: I'll take Burnface. :: waves him over ::
(11:35:19 PM) LtSyvek: :: idly thinks of one Klingon he'd like to run into right about now ::
(11:35:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Crap! :: clicks on the ventilator ::
(11:35:37 PM) CdrHarper: :: gasps as air is forced into her lungs ::
(11:36:02 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::sees that his power relay is black and crispy:: +meyers+ This one's fried. I couldn't get it out with a grenade. It's fused to the bulkhead.
(11:36:04 PM) CdrHarper: (Five minute warning!)
(11:36:49 PM) LtThors: :: walks out into the hallway :: +Engineering Marines+ I need a force casualty report and current number of Marines there.
(11:36:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: works a little faster, sees air bubbles :: Well that could be a problem...
(11:37:04 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> +taps+ It still works though, I can reroute it through another one... but the rest are severely damaged.
(11:37:13 PM) LtThors: :: sighs. Heads back into sickbay ::
(11:37:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, start assembling full casualty reports from all departments.
(11:37:42 PM) DrNolan: :: goes to town with the dermal regenerator on Burnface ::
(11:37:44 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Meyers+ 50 looks repairable... I'm going for that one. ::heads off down another tube::
(11:38:00 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Meyers+ Don't route the power until I tell you too.
(11:38:09 PM) TKirr: :: nods to Blackthorne ::
(11:38:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: are so not going to like me when you wake up... :: cracks open the chest cavity ::
(11:38:27 PM) CharitySuite: ::resets Contestant #1's arm with a sharp CRACK!::
(11:38:31 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> +Carter+ ::getting out of the JT and trying not to look at the mess everywhere:: Aye sir. ::goes back to her console on standby::
(11:38:57 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::finds junction 50 and begins replacing the relay there::
(11:39:03 PM) CharitySuite: ::which is conveniently muted by the sternum cracking in Ring Two::
(11:39:27 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: +Meyers+ Is everyone actually dead?
(11:39:36 PM) DrNolan: :: sets the regenerator down and fishes up a glass of water for Burnface :: Here. You look a bit dehydrated. :: moves to a groaning patient somewhere behind him ::
(11:40:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks over to her and speaks quietly :: If they can't get the shields up, we have to abandon this mission.
(11:40:45 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Meyers> ::ignores him and tries not to look around her:: +Carter+ Maybe we should replace some of the other relays...
(11:40:46 PM) TKirr: :: regards Blackthorne seriously, nodding slightly ::
(11:41:11 PM) CharitySuite: Contestant #1> :: passes out::
(11:41:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: isolates the lung with the large bubbling hole :: You are so lucky I had one of everything made up...
(11:41:41 PM) CharitySuite: Well, that waz convenient. Saves on th' sedatives, donchano?
(11:41:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:41:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:41:47 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: ::fixes junction 50 and goes on his way:: +Meyers+ Just tell me which ones.
(11:41:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:41:52 PM) TKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:41:52 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: :: paused ::
(11:41:53 PM) JusstinCase: :: pauses ::
(11:42:09 PM) CharitySuite: :: paused::
(11:42:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses ::
(11:42:17 PM) LtThors: ::paused::
(11:42:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *pokes Harper* Leak less damn you!
(11:42:28 PM) CdrHarper: :: leaks ::
(11:42:45 PM) DrNolan left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:42:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good sim everyone, next week we'll hopefully be able to resume our hunt for the Omega.
(11:43:06 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Colloquy is a pretty nice IRC client
(11:43:09 PM) CharitySuite: The Omega 13?
(11:43:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes it is, that's what I use on my Mac.
(11:43:23 PM) JusstinCase: What does the Omega 13 device do?
(11:43:32 PM) CharitySuite: No one really knows.
(11:43:49 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: well then I'll have to use this instead of the web based one
(11:44:05 PM) CharitySuite: Whoever wrote this episode should DIE!
(11:44:21 PM) TKirr: What
(11:44:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'm off liver for awhile...
(11:44:42 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: Galaxy Quest
(11:44:42 PM) CdrHarper: Me too.
(11:44:44 PM) CharitySuite: Er ... it's a movie line ...
(11:45:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Have you ever even watched the show?
(11:45:17 PM) JusstinCase: Could you possibly try NOT to hit every single one?!
(11:45:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *feeds Harper kidney pie*
(11:45:38 PM) CdrHarper: :: spits it up on Carre ::
(11:45:42 PM) CharitySuite: Oh look! Minors!
(11:46:26 PM) CharitySuite: (That's not the line, dammit)
(11:46:27 PM) JusstinCase: Yeah, they're, like, three years old.
(11:46:38 PM) LtThors: I
(11:46:53 PM) CharitySuite: Not minors, miners!
(11:47:00 PM) JusstinCase: ... You lost me.
(11:47:48 PM) CharitySuite: (Oh! "Could they be the miners?"
(11:48:09 PM) LtSyvek left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:48:16 PM) CharitySuite: Really, I need to watch Galaxy Quest again soon.
(11:48:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, it's been too long for me too.
(11:48:38 PM) CharitySuite: Did you hear they are selling the submarine from Down Periscope?
(11:48:45 PM) TKirr: Been years
(11:48:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Huh? I've been on that submarine.
(11:48:54 PM) JusstinCase: Really?
(11:48:57 PM) JusstinCase: To whom?
(11:48:59 PM) CharitySuite: The prop submarine
(11:48:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It's something you can tour in San Francisco.
(11:49:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, not the ACTUAL sub.
(11:49:18 PM) CharitySuite: The on on the movie set.
(11:49:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Which is the USS Pampanito, docked next to the Musee Mechanique in SF.
(11:49:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: One of the hollywood prop houses is going out of business and auctioning a bunch of stuff.
(11:49:34 PM) LtThors: oh wow
(11:49:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: A huge freakin warehouse full.
(11:49:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PREPARE FOR DIVE!!
(11:51:04 PM) JusstinCase: Buckman!
(11:51:34 PM) LtThors: I'm outta here
(11:51:38 PM) JusstinCase: There was a fingernail in my food, you fatass moron!
(11:51:40 PM) LtThors: good night
(11:51:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night
(11:51:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Ulic
(11:51:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: And night from me too.
(11:51:55 PM) LtThors left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:51:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Doc
(11:52:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:52:35 PM) CharitySuite: Last night, there was a band-aid!
(11:52:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well the band-aid was holding the fingernail on.
(11:52:48 PM) CdrHarper left the room.
(11:54:15 PM) JusstinCase: 'The lord is in your head, Buckman?!
(11:55:11 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughing::
(11:55:33 PM) CharitySuite: Time for some sleep.
(11:55:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Charity!
(11:55:48 PM) JusstinCase: G'night, all!
(11:55:49 PM) CharitySuite: I shall talk to you nut cases later :-)
(11:55:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: What nutscases!?
(11:56:19 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: time for me to eat some food!
(11:56:22 PM) LtJGRyanCarter: later everyone
(11:56:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Later folks. :)
(11:56:31 PM) JusstinCase: Ta ta!
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