Conversation with #ussatlantis at 8/11/2009 9:53:15 PM on (irc)

(9:53:15 PM) ChanServ [] entered the room.
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(9:53:15 PM) ChanServ has changed the topic to: OMFG KLINGONS
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(10:00:49 PM) NotDeadYet [] entered the room.
(10:01:03 PM) NotDeadYet is now known as Percy
(10:01:06 PM) Percy: Hoy.
(10:01:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:03:17 PM) Percy: How's things?
(10:03:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: So much going on at work, I'm frazzled.
(10:04:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(10:04:28 PM) Percy: Ick, that doesn't sound fun.
(10:04:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Doc
(10:04:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Speaking of not sounding fun...
(10:04:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hiyas
(10:05:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I sound fun!
(10:05:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: See watch...
(10:05:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Chocolate covered bacon...ON A STICK!
(10:05:35 PM) Percy: Hmm...
(10:06:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That.... is fun!
(10:06:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Actually it looked a little gross.
(10:06:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: But people seemed to like it.
(10:06:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Doesn't matter as long as it tastes of awesome.
(10:06:36 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: It was a news story on cnn
(10:06:46 PM) Percy: Yeah, I prefer chocolate covered cheesecake.
(10:06:49 PM) Percy: That is deep fried.
(10:06:53 PM) Percy: On a stick.
(10:06:56 PM) Percy: :-D
(10:07:01 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: lol
(10:07:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Percy's back!
(10:07:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yay!
(10:07:29 PM) Percy: Hooray for me!
(10:07:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ...too bad she has a huge gaping hole in her tummy.
(10:07:35 PM) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(10:07:36 PM) ***Percy is not arrogant at all.
(10:07:44 PM) Percy: ...Yeah, that kinda sucks.
(10:07:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I might get around to fixing that
(10:08:45 PM) CharitySuite [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:08:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Charity!
(10:08:58 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening!
(10:09:14 PM) CharitySuite: Heya!
(10:09:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hiya guys
(10:10:03 PM) Percy: Hoy Gem!
(10:10:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Percy you have a pm.
(10:10:41 PM) Percy: Yeah, just saw that. Sorry.
(10:10:41 PM) CharitySuite: If she has two, does she have pms?
(10:10:47 PM) Percy: lmao
(10:10:52 PM) Percy: No no, that was LAST week.
(10:11:04 PM) CharitySuite: Good to know
(10:11:14 PM) Percy: I DO have a swanky Bajoran-esque earring though.
(10:11:15 PM) CharitySuite: *That* is why there was no sim last week.
(10:11:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Totally.
(10:11:34 PM) Percy: Lol, no. I'm pretty sure that was because it was Mike's birthday.
(10:11:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I had company
(10:11:51 PM) CharitySuite: Hey, I'm all about the jewelry!
(10:12:10 PM) Percy: :-D
(10:12:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: It was. And one of my presents is the only reason I'm able to log on without using Rachel's computer THIS time.
(10:12:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You got a credit card?
(10:12:28 PM) Percy: Oh holy crap. Honey, you ninjaed!
(10:12:31 PM) CharitySuite: He had a birthday, so you got earrings? Awesome. Nicely trained.
(10:13:01 PM) Percy: Lol. Naw, I just found the earring in a stash of old con swag. He got...
(10:13:19 PM) Percy: (Psst honey this is the part where you tell them what you got.)
(10:13:36 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, very well.
(10:13:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *thinks the answer is...hit on by hookers*
(10:13:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I got a wireless card. Also, other stuff.
(10:14:08 PM) Percy: Well those would be some dead hookers then.
(10:14:08 PM) CharitySuite: ::hopes the answer isn't an STD::
(10:14:10 PM) ColDougMcKnight: A very nice new bathrobe, for instance.
(10:14:22 PM) ColDougMcKnight: And no STDs.
(10:14:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yay wireless.
(10:14:27 PM) Percy: Oh GOOD.
(10:14:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: That would be one nasty bathrobe.
(10:14:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Model that robe for us? *get ready to sedate Percy*
(10:15:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :D
(10:15:08 PM) Percy: *twitch* Grr, MINE!
(10:15:17 PM) Percy: Mine mine mine mine *foams* :-P
(10:15:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You can keep him, I have one. :p
(10:16:02 PM) Percy: Hooray for the having of boys!
(10:17:16 PM) Percy: Anywho, how's everyone tonight?
(10:17:50 PM) CharitySuite: I'm considering proposing a Cash For Clunkers program for computers.
(10:19:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ooo yeah, everyone needs to get rid of their old broken crap.
(10:20:04 PM) Percy: And get paid for it.
(10:20:08 PM) Percy: *nods*
(10:20:41 PM) CharitySuite: If Mac did that, the whole country would convert.
(10:21:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ok, well, this looks like everyone for tonight, so let's get started.
(10:21:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Colonel, care to do the honors?
(10:22:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Dear God, I'm the XO tonight?
(10:22:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Very well.
(10:22:10 PM) ColDougMcKnight: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
(10:22:19 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ATTENTION ON DECK!
(10:22:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:22:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes that the Colonel is somewhat louder than T'Kirr ::
(10:23:19 PM) Percy: ::As AA as one can be whilest unconscious!::
(10:23:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: It's the next morning after we've scoured the ship of Klingon crud. Engineering has the shields operational, and as a last minute surprise, the main bridge. We're preparing to resume our course to the Omega test site, but with some misdirection.
(10:24:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:24:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Will there be bacon?
(10:25:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: No!
(10:25:12 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@] entered the room.
(10:25:22 PM) Percy: Will there be...NOT bacon?
(10:25:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: There will not be not bacon.
(10:25:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then...
(10:25:46 PM) SidRyan [] entered the room.
(10:25:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:25:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:25:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:26:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks onto the main bridge after receiving a smug call from an engineer that morning, pleasantly surprised ::
(10:26:37 PM) Percy: ::Unconsious with gaping hole in belleh::
(10:26:57 PM) LtJGQuinn [] entered the room.
(10:27:55 PM) SidRyan: ::NOT unconscious and without gaping hole in belleh! In fact, she is visiting her CAG::
(10:27:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: changing pressure pad on gaping hole ::
(10:28:09 PM) CdrHarper: :: lying in sickbay, her surgery complete, but is still out like a light and looks like hell ::
(10:28:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, it's looked better, but it's a bit more spacious. :: sits :: Chair's more comfortable too.
(10:28:43 PM) SidRyan: :: Sits by Harper's bedside, looking concerned::
(10:29:10 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::He wasn't THAT smug. His right arm is still in a sling, and the bruising on his forehead is fading but slowly. Still, all things considered, he knows he's lucky, as he taps away at the bridge's engineering console, running a last minute disgnostic::
(10:30:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good work, Lt. Quinn. I certainly didn't expect to be moving back in here so soon.
(10:30:36 PM) LtJGQuinn: Okay. We had to clear away a lot of burned circuitry, but it looks like all the replacement consoles are working properly, and should continue to do so, provided you can keep them away from disruptor fire this time.
(10:30:46 PM) CdrHarper: :: dreaming of bacon ::
(10:31:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Eyes SidRyan :: She'll be waking up before too long. Not sure shes going to do much talking though.
(10:31:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll try to keep the Klingons away.
(10:32:36 PM) gsong [] entered the room.
(10:32:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Heya Glenn)
(10:33:05 PM) gsong is now known as RyanCarter
(10:33:10 PM) RyanCarter: ( what's up)
(10:33:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> ::Probably won't have enough to do tonight to justify a new window, but his mood is at least marginally brightened, now that the brig is full of Klingons to spread the dishonor of capture out among.::
(10:33:29 PM) RyanCarter: ::is back in engineering where the crud's been cleaned up::
(10:33:43 PM) SidRyan: :: Looks up with a half-smile:: Oh, I know. I just thought she might want some company anyhow.
(10:33:44 PM) CharitySuite: ::walks into SIckBay, noticing that the doors open almost the whole way, now::
(10:34:31 PM) CharitySuite: Heya, Boss, wawnt sumpin' ta drink? ::heads for the replicator, hoping the sweet tea she's programmed in still works::
(10:34:55 PM) JackCahalan [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:34:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No thanks, I'm going to start on Percy here shortly.
(10:35:00 PM) RyanCarter: (hey how does my font look? Is it big? )
(10:35:16 PM) SidRyan: (looks normal-sized to me)
(10:35:17 PM) CdrHarper: :: is about as much company as a pet rock ::
(10:35:17 PM) CharitySuite: (Everyone's font is the same)
(10:35:28 PM) JusstinCase [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:35:35 PM) SidRyan: ::Maybe Sid likes pet rocks::
(10:35:39 PM) RyanCarter: (sweet... I'm increasing the size of my font in this Colloquy program so I can read it. :) )
(10:35:40 PM) JackCahalan: :: walks into sickbay, looking like he fought Joe Lewis ::
(10:35:48 PM) JusstinCase: [Whoa. Did I honestly not miss anything?]
(10:35:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (We started late.)
(10:35:57 PM) CharitySuite: Whatcha gonna do ta her? ::gets some brownish-looking water and sips, making a pucker-y face::
(10:36:02 PM) JusstinCase: [Sweet!]
(10:36:09 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Looks up briefly as McKnight steps off the lift.:: Alright then. Atlantis is as ready for a fresh round of insanity as it's gonna get. Just remember that there's only so much we can do with the power relays. The navigational deflector simply wasn't designed to handle the kind of juice we need under fire.
(10:36:11 PM) RyanCarter: :: busy in engineering doing repairs here and there ::
(10:36:12 PM) JackCahalan: Hey docs? :: grins ::
(10:36:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll keep that in mind.
(10:36:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Well there is the small matter of this huge gaping hole.
(10:36:34 PM) RyanCarter: ((btw, am I in charge of engineering? Or is Percy here? ))
(10:36:44 PM) LtJGQuinn: Best guess, shields will top out around 65% of normal. But they'll be stable. Until they start eating photons again, at least.
(10:36:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ((It's you, Percy is in sickbay)
(10:36:47 PM) SidRyan: (Percy's still unconscious and holey)
(10:36:57 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks up:: Kin Ah help ya?
(10:37:00 PM) RyanCarter: (( word up ))
(10:37:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: How long until the main relays are back up?
(10:37:29 PM) JackCahalan: :: flashes Charity his best bartender smile :: Well, it appears that I took two Klingons prisoner.
(10:37:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sure...a second pair of hands/set of eyes is always good during reconstruction.
(10:37:40 PM) RyanCarter: :: doling out assignments to the other engineers and getting the systems back online ::
(10:37:50 PM) CharitySuite: ::dumps what does *not* pass for seeet tea into a nearby plant::
(10:37:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (DOH ignore that last comment)
(10:37:51 PM) JackCahalan: Well, actually, they took me prisoner, but I subdued them with my.... wares. They passed out and were hauled to the brig.
(10:38:08 PM) Percy: Plant> Aaaaagh....::dies::
(10:38:40 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks Jack up and down:: Your ... wares ... mus' be pretty ... overpow'rin'.
(10:38:55 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Shakes his head:: Sorry, sir. That's not the problem. The main deflector itself took damage from the opening salvo, and that, we can't fix without spacedock facilities...or at the very least, a lot more time than I'm guessing we have to get out and chip away with hand tools.
(10:39:07 PM) JackCahalan: I bet you make a killer pitcher of tea yourself, Doc.
(10:39:11 PM) LtJGQuinn: 65 percent. That's as good as it's going to get from now until this is over.
(10:39:42 PM) JusstinCase: ::is exactly wherever it is he's supposed to be::
(10:39:50 PM) JusstinCase: Hey, where's that emo bloke ... ?
(10:39:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: does paperwork for Percy's parts and keeps an eye on her stats ::
(10:39:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Understood.
(10:40:00 PM) CharitySuite: Well, ain you a silver-tongued devil?
(10:40:33 PM) ColDougMcKnight: If it makes you feel any better, sir, weapons will work just fine. Hell, maybe better. It sounds like we've got some juice to spare for the phasers.
(10:40:36 PM) JackCahalan: Not silver tongued enough to spare myself a bit of a beating at the hands of my detainees.
(10:40:49 PM) EnsignFiasco [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:41:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That, actually, does make me feel a bit better.
(10:41:11 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::miraculously finds Jusstin:: I could have died.
(10:41:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: What we need in these circumstances is a bit of misdirection.
(10:41:19 PM) Percy: :: Percy's stats, though certainly not ideal, remain stable. Her innards have not become her outtards!::
(10:41:20 PM) JusstinCase: No, no.
(10:41:24 PM) JusstinCase: I'm not that lucky.
(10:41:28 PM) CdrHarper: :: her biosigns start to perk up a bit ::
(10:41:56 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::dramatic sigh::
(10:41:58 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Smiles tiredly:: Why does that sound like more work for me and mine, sir?
(10:42:16 PM) EnsignFiasco: I scratched my wrist. Look.
(10:42:53 PM) JusstinCase: Fiasco, it's down the street, not across, unless you're only going for attention.
(10:43:02 PM) JackCahalan: Of course, as they drank more, they started hitting each other instead of me. :: chuckles :;
(10:43:10 PM) LtJGQuinn: (No, no, no. It's across the jugular!)
(10:43:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Get down there and report to ... Carter's in charge now, yes?
(10:43:32 PM) SidRyan: (And through the spinal column)
(10:43:55 PM) CharitySuite: ::gets a mug of hot tea from the replicator and sips, finding it barely better than the transmission fluid they serve in the mess hall for coffee:: Ewww ... is ennything edible ennymore?
(10:44:09 PM) SidRyan: :: Perks up as she notes her CO's biosigns picking up, then resumes what, upon closer examination, could be praying.::
(10:44:31 PM) LtJGQuinn: Well, given that my shift theoretically ended 3 hours ago...yeah, I guess that's right.
(10:44:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Have him call me in ten minutes, I have an idea.
(10:45:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: wanders over to Harper, notes changes :: Kate! Time to wake up.
(10:45:54 PM) SidRyan: (Not since that goddamn unnamed officer started rerouting his sewage to the replicator systems....)
(10:46:01 PM) LtJGQuinn: Ten minutes, yes sir. If you need ME for anything else, I'll be wherever the caffeine is. Provided I'm dismissed?
(10:46:01 PM) JackCahalan: Patch me a bit, and I'll have you something ready in Ten-Forward when your shift ends.
(10:46:16 PM) JusstinCase: And watch it. You're getting your blood all over the carpet.
(10:46:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You've earned some sleep, lay off the caffeine. Dismissed.
(10:46:59 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::rolls his eyes:: Like you care. I could be dying, you know. I bet you'd still make me work.
(10:47:05 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Nods and steps into the lift:: Main engineering.
(10:47:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Does that nasty thing medical people do to unwary patients, rubs her knuckle over Kates collar bone, to see if shes awake. ::
(10:47:13 PM) Percy: (But...but he's an ENGINEER. We don't SLEEP unless we're dying of blood loss!)
(10:47:42 PM) CdrHarper: :: wearily opens her eyes to lots of blurry lights :: Mrrfg.
(10:47:51 PM) JusstinCase: At least you'd be dying doing what I loved.
(10:48:01 PM) RyanCarter: ::finished doling out the assignments and assessing what needs to repaired. Grabs a toolcase himself and heads off to fix the things on his list::
(10:48:10 PM) LtJGQuinn: (This one takes advantage of being ordered to enjoy his ten minutes of shuteye!)
(10:48:30 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Rubs some more :: Kate are you awake?
(10:48:33 PM) Percy: (Bad Quinn. No biscuit.)
(10:48:42 PM) EnsignFiasco: You're a cold, cold man, Case
(10:48:57 PM) CdrHarper: That hurts...
(10:49:02 PM) SidRyan: :: Looks up from praying and stands as she hears Harper make a noise::
(10:49:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh good, you're up. How does everything else feel?
(10:49:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: keeps an eye on improving stats ::
(10:49:39 PM) ColDougMcKnight: So, now that you've gotten the obligatory cryptic out of the way, is this idea something ready to be shared with tactical?
(10:49:54 PM) JusstinCase: Thank you, Fisky!
(10:49:57 PM) JusstinCase: ::winning grin::
(10:49:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You follow football, Colonel?
(10:50:03 PM) JusstinCase: I made up a nickname for you.
(10:50:09 PM) CharitySuite: ::dumps her second cup of tea into another unfortunate plant and comes over to Calahan:: Lemme scan y'all, an see what we kin do fer ya.
(10:50:10 PM) JusstinCase: What do you think of Fisky?
(10:50:24 PM) JackCahalan: :: sits down on a biobed to get scanned ::
(10:50:36 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: stares:: Frisky? I make you Frisky?!?
(10:51:09 PM) EnsignFiasco: I'm so reporting you.
(10:51:16 PM) CdrHarper: Everything else hurts too.... what happened.
(10:51:31 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Makes that wavy gesture:: Baseball was always more my game, but I threw the pigskin around a few times...long, long time ago. But I'd say I remember all the basics..
(10:51:55 PM) JusstinCase: No, no, no!
(10:51:59 PM) JusstinCase: FISK-y!
(10:52:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: bumps up the IV speed :: Well you had a major overhaul...
(10:52:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Play-action pass to fake the run.
(10:52:14 PM) CharitySuite: ::grabs a scanner, gives it a whack against the side of the bed::
(10:52:16 PM) JusstinCase: It sounds fun. It sounds bubbly. Just like ... um ... you ...
(10:52:25 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Walks into main engineering:: Carter, where are you? I've got some good news.
(10:52:39 PM) EnsignFiasco: My soul is in pain.
(10:52:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: offers Kate an ice chip ::
(10:53:06 PM) SidRyan: ("Oh silly Fiasco. You're an emo. You don't HAVE a soul.")
(10:53:20 PM) RyanCarter: Over here Quinn! ::tearing something out of the wall..::
(10:53:24 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Give me a second...that means you make it LOOK like someone else just got the ball, right?
(10:53:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Right. Fake hand off to throw the line off, then you throw.
(10:53:50 PM) CharitySuite: Here, lessee whatcha got ... Hmmm
(10:54:06 PM) SidRyan: :: Frowns at Harper's obvious pain.:: Do you want anything that the Doctor here will let me get you?
(10:54:10 PM) RyanCarter: ::pulls out a ruined terminal interface and tosses it on the ground::
(10:54:16 PM) RyanCarter: What's up, man?
(10:54:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You have a visitor, I'll let you talk. She can have ice chips but no water.
(10:54:27 PM) CdrHarper: :: reaches for the ice chip ::
(10:54:41 PM) SidRyan: ...Right, so, ice chips then.
(10:54:47 PM) JusstinCase: I think Sick Bay has a pill for that, Fisky. I could place in an order for you.
(10:55:27 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Follows the sound of his voice:: Morning...assuming it IS morning. I just came from the bridge, which is running A okay, thank you very much. The Admiral's fixing up some plan. He didn't tell me anything about it, but all the same, I feel completely justified in saying it's going to fall to us to make it happen. Again.
(10:55:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: heads over and signs for Percy's new parts, looks them over carefully :: These look nice.
(10:55:58 PM) CdrHarper: :: puts the ice chip in her mouth and talks quietly around it :: Sid?
(10:55:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Okay. So where's our football? I'm pretty sure I could throw it pretty far for you in space.
(10:56:01 PM) CharitySuite: Well ... yer gonna have some wallopin' bruises tomorrah, but y'all check out fine as frog hair. But here's sumpin' fer th' pain.
(10:56:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: A probe. We modify it to project a lot of heat and our transponder signals.
(10:56:21 PM) CharitySuite: S} hypospray
(10:56:24 PM) SidRyan: Yes, ma'am?
(10:56:32 PM) JackCahalan: Mmm, I hope that's the good stuff.
(10:57:01 PM) RyanCarter: HOld on to this for a second... ::hands him the new terminal piece:: New plans huh?
(10:57:07 PM) JusstinCase: [Oh, man! I remember using sound effects in chat rooms. That brings me back.]
(10:57:10 PM) EnsignFiasco: You are not going to call me Fisky. ::glare::
(10:57:15 PM) CdrHarper: (yeah, haven't seen that in AGES!)
(10:57:26 PM) CdrHarper: Just surprised to see you.
(10:57:29 PM) CharitySuite: <--- old skool
(10:57:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: puts them in the surgical suite, checks to make sure everything is ready :: Looks good.
(10:57:49 PM) RyanCarter: ::shuts off the power to the wall module and pulls the cables out...:: dammit... some of these connectors need to be redone.
(10:57:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (I'll be back in a few minutes. Looks like dinner's on. Don't want it to get cold before I have a few bites.)
(10:58:20 PM) CharitySuite: (blink blink)
(10:58:38 PM) JusstinCase: Oh, come on, Fisky. It'll be fun!
(10:58:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hovers Percy and all her attachments into the surgical suite ::
(10:59:00 PM) JusstinCase: Besides, "Fiasco" has too many negative connotations.
(10:59:09 PM) JusstinCase: And besides besides, I outrank you.
(10:59:37 PM) EnsignFiasco: Then I get to call you ... ::thinks:: ... Hopeless Case.
(11:00:17 PM) EnsignFiasco: Or, no, wait ... Nut!
(11:00:17 PM) SidRyan: :: She smiles gently:: Well, where else would I be? The mess isn't the same without Jack over there, and the flight bay's not the same without a CAG to order us around.
(11:00:25 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::very nearly smiles::
(11:00:29 PM) RyanCarter: ::strips the end of the wire and begins to scan it with his "sonic screwdriver like" instrument::
(11:00:30 PM) Percy: ::Is hovered!::
(11:00:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Charity, I'm doing surgery on Percy. Kates going to need pain meds soon, keep an eye on things.
(11:01:15 PM) CharitySuite: Ah'll purely do that, Boss. ::gives Roxy a thumbs-up::
(11:01:16 PM) CdrHarper: What happened to me anyway?
(11:01:30 PM) RyanCarter: ::hands it to Quinn:: Hold that for a second, will ya... ::fishing for the other cables in the wall and yanks them out::
(11:01:34 PM) JackCahalan: :: sitting on the biobed, feeling no pain, and smiling like an idiot ::
(11:01:37 PM) JackCahalan: That was the good stuff.
(11:01:42 PM) JusstinCase: ::gives Fisky the ol' punch in the arm:: That's the spirit, Fisky! We'll have you grinning and hugging bunnies in no time!
(11:01:42 PM) SidRyan: You got shot in the back. Six times, I think.
(11:01:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Sonic cleans herself ::
(11:02:09 PM) CharitySuite: ::grins at Jack:: Now hit yerself on outta here, yer makin' th' place look dirty. Shoo!
(11:02:14 PM) CdrHarper: ...I should be dead.
(11:02:14 PM) SidRyan: I hear the Klingon bastard that did it got his, though. If it makes you feel any better.
(11:02:34 PM) SidRyan: Well yeah, but you're not. You gonna bitch about it? ::She smirks::
(11:02:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: double checks the labels and removes the pressure pad ::
(11:02:40 PM) JackCahalan: Remember, stop by after your shift and I'll have something non replicated for you.
(11:02:58 PM) CdrHarper: No, I don't think I will.
(11:03:09 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::grabs his arm:: Owwwwww
(11:03:25 PM) RyanCarter: ::checks all the connectors and the wiring to ensure that they're still shielded... makes sure the fiber optic connections are still holding up too::
(11:03:33 PM) EnsignFiasco: I think it's broken
(11:04:05 PM) SidRyan: Well good. How're you feeling?
(11:04:34 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks around for Kate, to give a pain shot to::
(11:04:50 PM) JusstinCase: Nonsense! Pain is just weakness leaving the body.
(11:04:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: bumps up the pain meds :: Here we go want a tummy tuck with this?
(11:05:13 PM) CdrHarper: Everything I have hurts.
(11:05:19 PM) CdrHarper: Even my hair.
(11:05:55 PM) CharitySuite: ::hears the magic words and scoots over to Kate, hypo in hand:: We kin fix that!
(11:06:01 PM) SidRyan: Huh. That's impressive.
(11:06:06 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Okay, back.)
(11:06:12 PM) CdrHarper: Hi Doctor.
(11:06:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (WB)
(11:06:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: trims off some charred bits, cleans up the area, irrigates stuff inside and sucks it out :: Time for parts swapping.
(11:07:05 PM) LtJGQuinn: Right, so anyway, Blackthorne wanted you to call him about that in ten minutes or so...which, by now, make that two.
(11:07:21 PM) CharitySuite: How're ya doin'?
(11:07:50 PM) Percy: Percy's Parts> Nooooooo! We don't wanna goooooo!
(11:08:02 PM) CdrHarper: Lots of pain.
(11:08:09 PM) RyanCarter: Oh, alright then... ::hands him another cable:: Hold these then. +Blackthorne+ Admiral, Quinn says we have a new plan.
(11:08:26 PM) JackCahalan: :: heads back to Ten-Forward and starts cleaning up the place, the Klingons kinda trashed it ::
(11:08:38 PM) ColDougMcKnight: A probe...should work. Those things are basically repurposed torpedoes to begin with. Shouldn't be too hard to jury rig the antimatter bottle into a hefty little reactor.
(11:08:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: finishes detaching whats left of the stomach and clamps off the old pancreas :: Out you go! :: splats into bowl ::
(11:08:39 PM) CharitySuite: Uh-huh. Well ... what with that many holes in ya, Ah ain't surprised.
(11:08:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: + Carter + Stand by, Lieutenant.
(11:08:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Right. For it to work, we need to quash our heat output.
(11:09:10 PM) CdrHarper: I'm told I was shot up like piss cheese.
(11:09:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (never eating cheese again)
(11:09:30 PM) SidRyan: That does not sound like a pleasant kind of cheese.
(11:09:30 PM) CharitySuite: (Ew)
(11:09:47 PM) SidRyan: :: Wonders briefly if this is a human thing that dear old Dad never told her about.::
(11:10:09 PM) CdrHarper: :: isn't human, so has no idea! ::
(11:10:36 PM) SidRyan: (Oh right! Scratch that!)
(11:10:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, silent running protocols go a long ways toward that already. To REALLY get it under control, of course, we'd need a complete engine shutdown. Obviously, we can't lose the heat without losing the crew, but...
(11:11:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: more irrigating/sucking, checks carefully for any seepage from hidden holes ::
(11:11:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evacuate down to a few decks, shut off life support, and kill the engines after we're heading where we want to go.
(11:12:10 PM) Percy: :: Being vacuumed. Currently, she's dreaming of her brothers and the zombie apocalypse.::
(11:12:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Inertia will carry us and we'll put out a fraction of our normal signature.
(11:12:34 PM) CharitySuite: Well ... there was this one time at a weddin', an' Uncle Skippy had a lil' too much toastin' wine, an' he ended up in th' kitchen, lookin' ta pee in th' sink, but Grandmaw Voiletta took a broom ta his backside ... that's 'bout as close ta piss cheese as Ah kin git.
(11:12:43 PM) RyanCarter: ::goes back to work installing the new terminal::
(11:12:45 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Sighs:: I really don't like saying this, but those Klingon fucks did us a favor in that regard. 200+ dead or severely wounded and not leaving sickbay any time soon, my job's half done as it is. I'll need ten minutes to pick the decks for evacuation. I can have it done within the hour.
(11:13:10 PM) JusstinCase: So, have you met any of the other members of the crew since coming aboard, Fisky?
(11:13:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Looks like you were pretty lucky, just one huge hole, and a bit of charring. Now for the new stuff! :: works on attaching the new pancreas :: Man this thing has a lot of connections.
(11:13:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Get to it, then.
(11:13:31 PM) CdrHarper: I... really don't know what that all meant.
(11:13:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Carter+ Blackthorne to Carter.
(11:14:06 PM) CharitySuite: 'Course ya don't, Ah gave ya sumpin' fer th' pain durin' th' story. ::big grin::
(11:14:09 PM) Percy: ::Oddly enough, in her dream she ALSO had a gaping hole in her belly. This was mainly, however, due to being a member of the walking dead.::
(11:14:16 PM) CdrHarper: Ohhhhhh... :: starts to grin ::
(11:14:20 PM) RyanCarter: +Blackthorne+ Carter here.
(11:14:26 PM) SidRyan: I....did not get any of that either.
(11:14:41 PM) SidRyan: You didn't slip ME anything, did you? ::quirks eyebrow suspiciously::
(11:14:41 PM) RyanCarter: ::plugging the new power connectors that Quin's holding back into the terminal::
(11:14:43 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::While Carter was busy on the terminal, Quinn suppressed his chuckle as he handed his burden off to Puddington. And off to bed with him!::
(11:14:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Carter+ Modify a class one probe to output our transponder signals, and as much power and heat as possible.
(11:15:15 PM) CharitySuite: ::winks at Sid:: Awww, ain't that cute, y'all bein' confused ta make her feel bettah?! Ah'll be back in a bit!
(11:15:19 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sews and blots and glues, making sure everything is connected ::
(11:15:32 PM) CdrHarper: Mmm... more ice.
(11:15:33 PM) EnsignFiasco: I don't talk to people.
(11:15:56 PM) RyanCarter: ::realizes its no longer Quinn but someone else:: +Blackthorne+ Aye sir. What're we using it for? Decoy?
(11:16:16 PM) JusstinCase: Aww, you're just shy! I'll take you to the ... um ... tiki bar on the holodeck later and introduce you around.
(11:16:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Carter+ You got it, make it as realistic as possible. Bring Lt. Case in if necessary.
(11:16:42 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::horrified look:: I ... have someplace to be.
(11:17:05 PM) JusstinCase: Where?
(11:17:21 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::wonders if he can go and write some truly horrendous poetry on the bathroom wall::
(11:17:22 PM) SidRyan: Puddington> ::Ties the connectors into a very elaborate and pretty bow. He looks very impressed with himself.:
(11:17:32 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::then realizes there are no bathrooms::
(11:17:54 PM) SidRyan: :: Looks to Harper:: No seriously, I didn't understand a word of that. She IS human, right?
(11:18:05 PM) EnsignFiasco: My ... room. I haven't unpacked my black shirts.
(11:18:28 PM) CdrHarper: I think so... and they tell me I have problems with English.
(11:18:44 PM) CharitySuite: ::walks away, humming softly, wondering what's for lunch, as she's starving::
(11:18:58 PM) JusstinCase: Oh, I understand. Some other time, maybe?
(11:18:58 PM) SidRyan: ...Huh.
(11:19:13 PM) Percy: :: Munches on someone's brains!::
(11:19:14 PM) RyanCarter: ::looks at Puddington's handiwork, and turns the power back on after a quick inspection::
(11:19:16 PM) JackCahalan left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:19:27 PM) Krong [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(11:19:36 PM) Percy: :: notes that they taste oddly of licorice...then realizes the person she's eating is made of CANDY!!::
(11:19:40 PM) Krong: :: wakes up in the brig :: P'tagh
(11:19:43 PM) Percy: :: nom nom nom nom::
(11:19:52 PM) RyanCarter: +Blackthorne+ Will do. I'll get Case to help me. ::to Puddington:: Works the first time...
(11:19:59 PM) JusstinCase: Wait! We'll all help you unpack! You get to play with your black stuff *and* meet the important people!
(11:20:00 PM) CharitySuite: (I love licorice)
(11:20:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: works on attaching the new stomach, double stitching and gluing all the connections to prevent leakage. Puts a tube into the stomach before the final closure :: Hope you're thirsty. :: dumps a bunch of saline into the new stomach ::
(11:20:20 PM) RyanCarter: +Case+ Justin
(11:20:22 PM) EnsignFiasco: No! God, no! I ... mean, hell no!
(11:20:59 PM) EnsignFiasco: I ... have to paint the walls of my room.
(11:21:07 PM) RyanCarter: ::puts the wall panel back in place::
(11:21:10 PM) CdrHarper: :: reaches for the bowl of ice ::
(11:21:15 PM) EnsignFiasco: The door is red. I see it and I want to paint it black.
(11:21:35 PM) RyanCarter: (haha)
(11:22:14 PM) SidRyan: :: Holds it closer so she doesn't have to reach for it.::
(11:22:44 PM) Krong: :: the room spins :: Where is that p'tagh betazoid!!?
(11:22:45 PM) Percy: Puddington> ...muh?
(11:22:56 PM) RyanCarter: muh?
(11:23:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls out the tube and finishes closing, move the stomach test the water-proof-ness of the connections, glues a small leak :: That went well, now lets get you back together.
(11:23:18 PM) CdrHarper: Thanks. :: munches another ice chip ::
(11:23:26 PM) Krong: :: looks around the brig ::
(11:23:39 PM) Percy: Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about...something. :: Looks down at the bow and smiles:: Pretty!
(11:24:04 PM) Percy: (That was Puddington. Sorry)
(11:24:22 PM) CharitySuite: (That's an awesome name)
(11:24:27 PM) Percy: :: Suddenly, the candy tastes like saltwater! Eww!::
(11:24:28 PM) JusstinCase: +Ryan+ Hmm, what was that?
(11:24:32 PM) Percy: (I thought so :-D)
(11:24:41 PM) RyanCarter: Yeah?
(11:24:45 PM) JusstinCase: ::to Fiasco:: Oh, we're all excellent painters!
(11:25:00 PM) CdrHarper: I don't know much longer until I'm fit for duty... how is the squadron?
(11:25:02 PM) JusstinCase: But wouldn't you prefer a nice periwinkle?
(11:25:22 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Having left the bridge to confer with security, he comms Blackthorne a few minutes later:: +Blackthorne+ Sir, I'd like to formally request permission to comandeer the Deck 17 squadron offices.
(11:25:34 PM) EnsignFiasco: No. I ... look, why are you torturing me?
(11:25:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Why those offices, Colonel?
(11:25:54 PM) EnsignFiasco: You're so ... so ... cheerful! It burns!
(11:26:20 PM) RyanCarter: +Case+ Puddington and I need your assistance to equip a class one probe to emit large amounts of heat and power, and our transponder code.
(11:26:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: works with grafts to fill the huge gaping hole, with muscle and skin :: Oh that looks nice... :: cleans up everything and counts to make sure nothing got missed ::
(11:27:06 PM) JusstinCase: +Ryan+ Oh, all right. Whereabouts are you?
(11:27:07 PM) RyanCarter: +Case+ If you have spare cycles or if someone else on your staff can help, then that would be great.
(11:27:10 PM) SidRyan: Fit as a fiddle is the expression, I think. Although I'm not sure what fiddles have to do with it. But none of the boys and girls got TOO badly hurt in our last scuffle, although Jameson isn't going to be able to use one of his arms for a few days.
(11:27:14 PM) EnsignFiasco: Ah ha! Go ... go do that! I'm going to get another piercing for my eternally damned soul.
(11:27:16 PM) RyanCarter: +Case+ I'm in main engineering right now.
(11:27:45 PM) CdrHarper: :: nods :: You're CAG until I'm back.
(11:28:04 PM) JusstinCase: +Ryan+ We'll be right there!
(11:28:11 PM) RyanCarter: +Case+ Excellent.
(11:28:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Because decks 12 through 18 contain enough crew quarters and storage space to house just about everyone. That will allow us to shut down everything else, except for the bridge itself, and deck 6 for emergency transporter usage. But I'm going to need to coordinate security from SOMEWHERE.
(11:28:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: wraps Percy in a pressure bandage from chest to hips to keep everything in correct position ::
(11:28:20 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::looking at the superficial scratch on his arm::
(11:28:21 PM) RyanCarter: ::to Puddington:: Let's go get a class one probe.
(11:28:25 PM) Percy: Yes, ma'am. I'll do my best.
(11:28:28 PM) JusstinCase: ::grabs Fisky's arm:: C'mon, they need us down there! ::drags Fisky off to Engineering::
(11:28:28 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::stares:; "We"?
(11:28:39 PM) EnsignFiasco: Noooooo!
(11:28:54 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::dragged::
(11:29:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Understood, permission granted.
(11:29:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Hovers Percy back to her bed, pressing the 'cleanup in surgical suite 3' button on the way out ::
(11:29:32 PM) Percy: Puddington> ::Manages to nod coherently before wincing at an unpleasant probe memory. He then mutters to himself.:: Can't hurt me anymore, can't hurt me bastards...
(11:29:51 PM) JusstinCase: ::may be skipping::
(11:30:03 PM) RyanCarter: ::walks by Catherine:: Hey, can you do me a favor and keep an eye on things? I'm heading down to the cargo deck.
(11:30:06 PM) LtJGQuinn left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:30:20 PM) CdrHarper: And Sid... thanks.
(11:30:23 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> Yeah... I mean... yes sir!
(11:30:27 PM) Kitar [] entered the room.
(11:30:35 PM) CharitySuite: ::has, by this time, set two broken arms and tidied up the last of the paperwork that shouldn't exist in this day and age::
(11:30:52 PM) RyanCarter: ::waves and heads off with Puddington in tow.:: What's this about green bastards?
(11:30:52 PM) Krong: :: growls at the forcefield, his head throbbing in hangover pain ::
(11:31:04 PM) SidRyan: :: Sid smiles:: You're welcome.
(11:31:06 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::wonders what he did to be damned to serve with Lieutenant Sparky::
(11:31:16 PM) RyanCarter: +case+ We're heading to cargo bay 2... there's a few class one probes there. Meet us there.
(11:31:29 PM) CdrHarper: The drugs are really kicking in...
(11:31:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: tilts Percy's bed to keep everything flowing downhill, adjusts meds and bumps up IV :: There ya go.
(11:32:06 PM) JusstinCase: [With all Fiasco's self-loathing, I figure this'd be heaven.]
(11:32:29 PM) JusstinCase: +Ryan+ See you there.
(11:32:35 PM) Percy: Puddington> Nothing! Absolutely nothing about probes! Certainly not in me! I don't know what you're talking about.
(11:33:18 PM) Kitar: ::Groans from the bed behind Krong.:: Would you please keep quiet? I already feel like I'm being slowly passed through the Fek'lhr's digestive tract.
(11:33:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: walks over to Kates bed :: They're supposed to actually work. I suppose I could look for some that dont.
(11:33:33 PM) RyanCarter: ::deep in thought:: What? Sorry I was trying to think of what we could use for a high power and heat thing...
(11:33:43 PM) CdrHarper: :: blinks wearily at Rox :: No these will do juuuuuust fiiiine.
(11:33:46 PM) RyanCarter: ::turbo lift stops and gets out and heads to the cargo bay:: Any ideas?
(11:34:47 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::From his office, gets on the comm, shipwide.::
(11:34:57 PM) Krong: That p'tagh bested us!!
(11:34:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: points to a button on her rail :: If you need more press that button, it will keep you from overmedicating.
(11:35:03 PM) Krong: We must kill him!
(11:35:16 PM) CdrHarper: I can has more?!
(11:35:24 PM) CharitySuite: (I would so disable that damn button!)
(11:35:30 PM) Percy: P> Oh...right. Um...look, I don't really DO that sort of thing. I mean, I'm basically just the village idiot. Comedic relief, you might say. I'm not really SUPPOSED to think.
(11:35:32 PM) CdrHarper: :: slurring ::
(11:35:47 PM) JusstinCase: ::arrives::
(11:35:49 PM) RyanCarter: ::enters the cargo bay and looking at the probes::
(11:35:50 PM) Percy: (Okay, scratch that. :-P)
(11:35:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I dont think you're in pain at the moment.
(11:36:02 PM) Percy: P> Uh...what about batteries?
(11:36:20 PM) CdrHarper: I'm sssleeeeepy.
(11:36:30 PM) JusstinCase: Greetings, all. I brought a friend! ::pushes Fisky forward::
(11:36:32 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Crew+ Attention. Attention, Atlantis crew. In accordance with the needs of proper silent running protocol, it has been determined that all decks must be wholly evacuated by 1100 hours, except for decks 1, 6 and 12 through 18.
(11:36:35 PM) RyanCarter: ::checking out a class one probe::
(11:36:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: And thats normal, sweet dreams Kate.
(11:36:59 PM) RyanCarter: ::glances over at Case and Fisky::
(11:37:11 PM) SidRyan: :: Snickers:: I'll leave you alone to get some rest. Get well soon, ma'am.
(11:37:14 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::arms folded, standing behind Jusstin, his black, stringy hair over one eye, black nail polish chipped::
(11:37:24 PM) CdrHarper: :: nods off and is navigation a bacon sea in a yellow submarine ::
(11:37:31 PM) Percy: P> A friend? I like friends.
(11:37:35 PM) RyanCarter: Uh... hey, what's up dog... ::to Fisky::
(11:37:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: runs a scan to check how everything new is working, things look good ::
(11:37:41 PM) Percy: P> ::frowns:: I don't have any...though...
(11:37:45 PM) RyanCarter: ::notices the nail polish::
(11:37:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Basically, be ready to move when the marines come to coordinate it. As for your stuff, think less is more, because it's going to be cramped. If it's alive, bring it, because we'll be killing life support to the evacuated decks. If it's not, leave it. We'll be bringing up industrial replicators to produce all needed bedding.
(11:38:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: That's it. Put on a smile, campers.
(11:38:14 PM) EnsignFiasco: I hate my life. Sir. ::to Ryan::
(11:38:32 PM) JusstinCase: ::hugs Fisky::
(11:38:46 PM) RyanCarter: Awesome. Let's find a good class one...
(11:38:49 PM) EnsignFiasco: Yeeeaaagghhhh!
(11:38:55 PM) Kitar: Yes, he is truly a warrior of formidable skill and cunning, that Jameson.
(11:38:56 PM) RyanCarter: ::starts looking at the probes in front of him::
(11:38:57 PM) EnsignFiasco: Would you STOP doing that?!
(11:39:23 PM) JusstinCase: Doing what? ::still hugging::
(11:39:31 PM) Krong: :: sits digustedly, feeling shame, spits ::
(11:39:41 PM) RyanCarter: ::notices that Justin really likes to hug that guy...some guys are like that...::
(11:39:47 PM) Kitar: Bailey and Jack Daniels have also won my respect on the battlefield.
(11:40:03 PM) JusstinCase: [Jusstin is very comfortable in his masculinity.]
(11:40:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: starts packing up the bar, knows that the crew will need booze ::
(11:40:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: yawns :: Does the replicator work for coffee yet? :: replicates a cup ::
(11:40:45 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::squirming, pushing at Jusstin without actually striking him, god knows he wants to::
(11:40:46 PM) Krong: Your attempts at humor do not still my throbbing head!
(11:40:50 PM) Percy: P> ::Hesitantly...goes in for a hug as well?::
(11:40:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minute warning!)
(11:41:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: is too tired to care that it tastes like you could stand a spoon in it ::
(11:41:42 PM) CharitySuite: Er ... y'all may now wawna drink that ...
(11:41:48 PM) RyanCarter: ::thinks that Fisky must be a really warm and lovable kind of guy now that Puddington wants a little something-something::
(11:41:49 PM) CharitySuite: now=not
(11:41:56 PM) JusstinCase: ::lets go::
(11:42:03 PM) Kitar: Well, let us give credit where it is our due. We DID capture their Ten Forward effectively. How were we to know that the Federation slime would even know one vintage of blood wine from the next, let alone that he would actually have a bottle of 2287 on hand?
(11:42:07 PM) JusstinCase: So, where are these probes?
(11:42:09 PM) Percy: :: Percy's zombiness has been healed in her dream, and she is now sitting down to her brothers and father making really, really bad "Your mother" jokes.::
(11:42:12 PM) EnsignFiasco: (You're just evil, Glenn)
(11:42:28 PM) RyanCarter: ( I am )
(11:43:02 PM) RyanCarter: ::points to a whole stack of them on the shelves around them:: A good working class one probe's what we're looking for.
(11:43:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: cracks an eye :: Why not? It tastes like crap but its drinkable.
(11:43:12 PM) Krong: It was good bloodwine.
(11:43:24 PM) JusstinCase: I guess we should start scanning, then.
(11:43:32 PM) CharitySuite: Only a'cause it's in liquid form. ::wrinkles her nose::
(11:43:39 PM) RyanCarter: ::running the self-diagnostic on the probes nearby him::
(11:43:43 PM) CharitySuite: Ah bet it'll put hair onna golf ball.
(11:43:59 PM) Kitar: Very good. I am certain that Kortar himself would understand out predicament.
(11:44:05 PM) Percy: P> :: Stops hugging Fiasco and nods:: Scanning. Yeah.
(11:44:06 PM) JusstinCase: ::pulls out a tricorder::
(11:44:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yeah I can feel the enamel peeling from my teeth.
(11:44:09 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::kicks the dorr on his way in::
(11:44:14 PM) EnsignFiasco: *door
(11:44:15 PM) Krong: We were captured. There is no honor in that!
(11:44:46 PM) EnsignFiasco: (I think FIasco should go hang with the Klingons)
(11:45:02 PM) RyanCarter: Hey man, you alright? Some of these doors have been acting up lately.
(11:45:27 PM) Kitar: ::Shuts his eyes tighter in dismay at the raised voice:: My tenor certainly demonstrated clearly the superiority of Klingon drinking songs. That is victory, of a sort.
(11:46:02 PM) Krong: Why is it so bright in here.
(11:46:02 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::mumbling bad poetry::
(11:46:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:46:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:46:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIm
(11:46:14 PM) RyanCarter: ::paused::
(11:46:16 PM) CharitySuite: How'd the surgery go, Boss?
(11:46:19 PM) Kitar: ::Paused::
(11:46:24 PM) CharitySuite: :: paused::
(11:46:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: paused ::
(11:46:35 PM) JusstinCase: :: paused ::
(11:46:47 PM) Percy: I think I have three arms now. ::looks down:: Or a sex change.
(11:46:58 PM) Percy: :: paused::
(11:47:06 PM) CharitySuite: Heya, Tripod
(11:47:18 PM) JusstinCase: :: snicker::
(11:47:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good sim, folks.
(11:47:24 PM) JusstinCase: That was my college nickname ...
(11:47:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You said you wanted a kickstand!
(11:47:40 PM) Percy: lmao
(11:48:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Try the new Apple triPod Touch!
(11:48:19 PM) Percy: O.O
(11:48:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: HAHAHA
(11:48:24 PM) JusstinCase: Nobody ever wants to touch my tripod.
(11:48:27 PM) Percy: I AM NOT A MAC YOU SON OF A BITCH.
(11:48:32 PM) CharitySuite: Just a touch and it gets bigger?
(11:48:42 PM) Percy: Boohoohoo!
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(11:49:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: So no food/drinks for you chips only!
(11:49:46 PM) CdrHarper: What about bacon chips?
(11:49:52 PM) Percy: But....but...the pie!
(11:49:55 PM) CharitySuite: Chocolate chips
(11:50:16 PM) CdrHarper: Yes, listen to the doctor offering chocolate!
(11:50:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Okay jello
(11:50:26 PM) Percy: Yay jello!
(11:50:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: chocolate jello
(11:50:29 PM) JusstinCase: ... bacon jello?
(11:50:37 PM) Percy: YAY CHOCOLATE JELLO
(11:50:52 PM) CharitySuite: Pudding!
(11:51:11 PM) CdrHarper: Will Bill Cosby bring it to me?
(11:51:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Maybe!
(11:52:09 PM) Percy: For breakfast?
(11:52:12 PM) JusstinCase: Aaannyway, I think I'd best be off to bed.
(11:52:20 PM) CharitySuite: Me too
(11:52:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Third'ed
(11:52:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Me three, oh wait, another hour of work!
(11:52:49 PM) JusstinCase: I won't see you next week; family vacation. :-\
(11:52:49 PM) RyanCarter: time to eat some dinner.
(11:52:50 PM) Percy: Hahaha
(11:52:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yeah but then its weekend!
(11:52:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Truf!
(11:53:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Later guys!
(11:53:25 PM) Percy: Later!
(11:53:32 PM) CharitySuite: Night guys :-)
(11:53:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night y'all!
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(11:53:44 PM) JusstinCase: See ya!
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