Conversation with #ussatlantis at 10/6/2009 9:55:14 PM on (irc)

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(9:55:14 PM) ChanServ has changed the topic to: Tonight, we pick up right where we left off last week. Shoreleave has been granted on Starbase Vinland while Atlantis is in for repairs.
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(9:57:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: asdf
(9:57:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(9:57:55 PM) CdrTKirr [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(9:58:13 PM) CdrTKirr: Hi hi
(9:58:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:01:39 PM) LtThors [] entered the room.
(10:01:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Ulic
(10:01:57 PM) LtThors: heya
(10:02:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(10:02:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Mike
(10:02:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(10:03:37 PM) CdrTKirr: Hi Ulic, Mike
(10:04:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening! I'll go even so far as to say evening to all!
(10:04:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hellos
(10:04:53 PM) gsong [] entered the room.
(10:05:06 PM) gsong is now known as RyanCarter
(10:05:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey Glenn
(10:07:17 PM) RyanCarter: what's up
(10:07:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll give the stragglers a few more minutes.
(10:09:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: And while you do that, I'll go grab some chicken. Yay, dinner.
(10:10:29 PM) CharitySuite [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:10:38 PM) RyanCarter: hmm dinner
(10:10:51 PM) CdrTKirr: Hi Gem
(10:10:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hi Charity!
(10:10:57 PM) RyanCarter: Hey Charity
(10:10:58 PM) CharitySuite: Hey
(10:15:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK then, let's get going!
(10:16:04 PM) Percy [] entered the room.
(10:16:10 PM) CdrTKirr: Hi Percy, just in time =)
(10:16:16 PM) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEEEEEEET :: Attention!
(10:16:19 PM) Percy: Hey guys.
(10:16:21 PM) Percy: ::AA::
(10:16:43 PM) CharitySuite: ::AA::
(10:16:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:16:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:16:59 PM) LtThors: :: AA ::
(10:17:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Repairs are almost complete on the Atlantis, and our departure will be in the morning! Tonight, however, we party - there's a crew mixer in Lost Harbor!
(10:18:19 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Talk about warp speed!)
(10:18:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: If you have any questions about a party you fail.
(10:18:40 PM) RyanCarter: what's a party???
(10:18:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN PARTY
(10:18:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN PARTY
(10:18:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN PARTY
(10:19:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: going through a selection of Hawaiian shirts in his closet ::
(10:19:35 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@] entered the room.
(10:20:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: already at the bar nursing one of Jacks delicious drinks and "sword" fighting (swizzle sticks) with Cubit ::
(10:21:01 PM) Cubit [] entered the room.
(10:21:27 PM) Percy: :: Finds herself in front of her mirror, finishing up pin-curling her hair::
(10:22:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: picks out the genuine "made in Hawaii" Tom Selleck Magnum PI Hawaiian, adds a straw hat ::
(10:22:24 PM) Cubit: :: bows and makes an 'en garde' tone, attacks ferociously with his swizzle stick ::
(10:22:55 PM) CdrHarper: :: approaches the bar :: A bar of latinum on Cubit!
(10:23:36 PM) JackCahalan [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:23:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hey! :: fends off the square fiend :: Hes up two out of three.
(10:24:10 PM) CdrHarper: You can't win, it's hopeless!
(10:24:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight also showed up a bit early. Soon after his shift ended, in fact. Nevertheless, he may be a bit late to the party itself, as he's currently wandering around the holographic jungle on the far side of the mountains, wiping some very real sweat from his forehead as he looks around for the durt road and the Jeep he left there.::
(10:24:28 PM) CdrTKirr: :: having replicated a summer dress and tried it on, T'Kirr nods satisfactorily in the mirror and slips on some colorful sandals before leaving her quarters and strolls down the corridor towards the holodeck ::
(10:24:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: tucks a cigar into his shirt pocket and heads out ::
(10:25:37 PM) JackCahalan: What'll you have, Kate?
(10:25:57 PM) CharitySuite: ::has a gen-u-wine Hawaiian shirt made out of gen-u-wine rayon, probably made by underage sweaty people in a Mexican sweatshop::
(10:26:11 PM) CdrHarper: A pina colada, thank you.
(10:26:21 PM) Cubit: :: makes tragic death tone noises ::
(10:26:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Ha! Gotcha.
(10:26:41 PM) CdrHarper: Cubit, I have money riding on you, step it up!
(10:26:47 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::And here's a first...he's actually just wearing shorts and a standard issue Starfleet blue t-shirt. And he manages a grin as he rests against one of many trees, glad he left the more appropriate dress tropical outfit in the Jeep.::
(10:26:57 PM) JackCahalan: :: mixes two pina coladas, but doesn't get caught in the rain ::
(10:27:13 PM) Percy: :: After applying the time period-appropriate bright red lipstick, Percy walks out to the holodeck in a floral dress and pumps, and shortly thereafter enters into Lost Harbor, parasol in tow.::
(10:27:20 PM) ColDougMcKnight: You know, I always said it was for sissies and slackers, but maybe I ought to take a few flying lessons, set myself up with one of those sea planes back in town.
(10:28:02 PM) CdrHarper: :: leans back against the bar and sips at the fruity drink, in her usual Amelia Earhart getup ::
(10:28:23 PM) LtThors: :: dons his favorite, and only, Hawaiian shirt and heads to the holodeck.
(10:28:25 PM) CdrTKirr: :: arrives at the holodeck and enters, the doors already standing open as she follows Percy in ::
(10:28:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: shows up at the holodeck door to find a crowd :: Evening!
(10:29:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Don't look now Kate, but its Amelias dancing pal, hes coming this way!
(10:29:46 PM) CdrHarper: The perils of a persistent simulation... I swear I'm gonna delete him. :: the sailor approaches :: Oh hi!
(10:30:04 PM) CharitySuite: :;gets a tall fruity drink from the tray and finds a bowl of spicy peanuts:: Om nom nom
(10:30:08 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Sees Blackthorne and waves ::
(10:30:09 PM) CdrTKirr: :: eyes the bar dubiously and instead mills about the fringe of the crowd, greeting people ::
(10:30:09 PM) LtThors: :: arrives and heads straight to the bar ::
(10:30:20 PM) Percy: :: Heads to the bar, sitting down:: Hey Jack. Got a pina colada with my name on it?
(10:30:36 PM) JackCahalan: In fact, I do. :: knew that was coming and hands her the second pina colada he made ::
(10:30:55 PM) Percy: :: Grins as she takes a sip:: You're the best, Jack.
(10:30:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: waves and nods as he enters ::
(10:31:22 PM) JackCahalan: You're just saying that because of the booze. :: grins ::
(10:31:31 PM) RyanCarter: ::hangin' out::
(10:31:35 PM) Cubit: :: greets Percy with a 'Hi hi' noise ::
(10:31:59 PM) Percy: :: Her eyes go wide as she sees Cubit:: Hey buddy! You behaving?
(10:32:12 PM) CdrTKirr: :: notices Blackthorne and perks an eyebrow at him, but resumes her polite conversation with a crewman ::
(10:32:41 PM) Cubit: :: Bows and makes a positive noise, then an inquiry noise :::
(10:33:07 PM) JackCahalan: :: unloads a tray of pork shish-ke-bab onto a tray and begins to distribute it ::
(10:33:14 PM) LtThors: Jack> Any chance of coming up with more of that the strange-fruity-brain-killing-concoction that you made last time? Janglejoos? No, jugglejews? Yes??
(10:33:21 PM) JackCahalan: :: walks up to Charity :: Doc, you look like you'd love one of these.
(10:33:54 PM) JackCahalan: I'll work some up in a minute, Ulic!
(10:33:55 PM) Percy: Heh, I've been trying. :: pats his head:: But hey! I brought you someone!
(10:34:14 PM) Rubix [] entered the room.
(10:34:35 PM) CdrTKirr: :: strolls around, noticing Carter just watching people approaches :: Good evening.
(10:34:45 PM) Cubit: :: Sees Rubix and dances with glee ::
(10:34:48 PM) CdrTKirr: (( and approaches ))
(10:35:05 PM) Rubix: :: Ducks out from behind Percy and waves!::
(10:35:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Having at last found his way back to the Jeep, thus rewarding his stubborn refusal to ask the computer for directions, he puts down his machete, considers his white slacks and Hawaiian shirt, and then considers another problem. Driving like a maniac the whole way back will take care of the sweat, but where to change? He never did program anything
(10:35:18 PM) CdrHarper: :: makes it back to her drink from the dance floor :: Yeah, see you soon!
(10:35:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: too appropriate for it that's on the way there.::
(10:35:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: laughs ::
(10:36:58 PM) CharitySuite: :: smiles and takes a skewer:; Thank ya kindly!
(10:37:31 PM) JackCahalan: I have some special sweet iced tea back there with your name on it. :: winks and heads back to the bar ::
(10:37:41 PM) Percy: :: Smiles at the two, then looks up at Carre:: Sickbay treating you well enough?
(10:37:51 PM) CdrHarper: :: starts up on a new recipe of party punch ::
(10:37:59 PM) CdrHarper: (Well, Jack does anyway)
(10:38:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, what else is thick foliage for? Computer, if there are any busy body natives or farmers out for a stroll, kindly move them elsewhere.
(10:38:25 PM) CdrTKirr: :: notices Carter seems to be zoning out and tries again, moving into his line of sight :: Good evening, Mr. Carter.
(10:38:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yep, been kind of lonely since you two got discharged though, just the average run-of-the mill cases. :: smiles :: Thankfully!
(10:38:48 PM) JackCahalan: :: adding various liquors and mixers, chops up some fruit and throws it in ::
(10:39:02 PM) JackCahalan: :: tends to the grilling meat ::
(10:39:13 PM) CdrHarper: Well, I could get shot again. No wait, I'd rather not.
(10:39:34 PM) Percy: :: Chuckles:: I am definitely not up to getting shot again.
(10:40:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'd rather you didnt, I'm just now seeing the end of the forms.
(10:40:12 PM) CdrTKirr: Squirrelysquirrel> :: is startled out of his thick foliage by an intruder and yelps, scurrying up the nearest tree ::
(10:42:11 PM) Percy: (Wish I was a squirrel. *WINK*)
(10:42:25 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Finishes buttoning the Hawaiian shirt, a brilliant collection of deep blues contrasting with bright orange and yellows:: Yeah, yeah. I'm going, fuzz face.
(10:42:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks over to T'Kirr, who seems to have stumbled on a zoned-out Carter ::
(10:43:04 PM) CdrTKirr: :: turns, eyeing the Hawaiian shirt curiously ::
(10:43:20 PM) CdrTKirr: Good evening.
(10:44:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Hops into his Jeep, keys the engine, and promptly kicks up a cloud in his wake as he races down the dirt road. No faster than his eyes can see. After that, it's all in the reflexes.::
(10:44:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Grins as the wind blows his hair back.:: And holodeck safeties are pretty cool too.
(10:45:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That dress is beautiful.
(10:45:12 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyes the grilling skewers ::
(10:45:12 PM) Cubit: :: finds a swizzle stick for Rubix and prepares for a formal duel ::
(10:45:17 PM) CdrTKirr: ( Holodeck safeties, I get an image of Neo bouncing on rubber asphalt )
(10:45:43 PM) Rubix: :: Takes it politely, and strikes a sharp en garde!::
(10:45:45 PM) CdrTKirr: :: eyes sparkle :: Thank you. You're... colorful.
(10:46:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Trying to get in the spirit of things.
(10:46:44 PM) Percy: Well, wouldn't want to give you more paperwork. Although I DID quite like the pudding....hmm...
(10:46:45 PM) JackCahalan: :: delivers a skewer to Harper :: enjoy!
(10:46:46 PM) CdrTKirr: :: nods, distracted by the swordfight at the bar and peers to the side of Blackthorne's shoulder ::
(10:47:28 PM) CdrHarper: :: muches on the skewer and watches the swordfight ::
(10:49:21 PM) LtThors: :: grabs a couple of skewers and watches the sword fight ::
(10:49:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Robot fights, hm?
(10:49:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Mmm pudding...did you like the pie?
(10:50:07 PM) CdrTKirr: Apparently so. :: moves a few steps closer ::
(10:50:08 PM) Percy: :: Grins like a child in a candy shop:: Oh DID I.
(10:50:10 PM) CharitySuite: :: sits at the end of the dock and hands some kind of fruity drink with an umbrella to Ryan:: Hey kid.
(10:50:13 PM) Percy: Best doctor EVER.
(10:50:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Honks his horn as he slows down only a little while approaching a thinly manned guard post, one of a few set up at the major passes through the mountains encircling town.:: Get the lead out, Marine!
(10:50:32 PM) CdrHarper: She really is.
(10:50:46 PM) CdrTKirr: ( I want pie. =( )
(10:51:02 PM) Percy: (Better get yourself shot then)
(10:51:02 PM) CharitySuite: <>Gee, thanks.
(10:51:10 PM) CdrTKirr: ( lol )
(10:51:21 PM) RyanCarter: Hey what's up, doc.
(10:51:29 PM) RyanCarter: ::drinking a root beer::
(10:51:32 PM) CdrHarper: (Well she gave us pie!)
(10:52:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins :: I try!
(10:52:26 PM) CharitySuite: (S'okay. I'll be over here, feeling all unloved and stuff)
(10:52:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (you get chocolates from me!)
(10:52:49 PM) JackCahalan: (I gave you grilled pig!)
(10:52:51 PM) CdrTKirr: :: keeps walking :: Think I can trust Mr. Cahalan to serve me something virgin?
(10:52:54 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Aaand he blows right on through as the two marines stationed there hastily remove the chain and open the modest chainlink fence. Oddly, it's only THEN that he uses the breaks.:: Good to see you on your feet, boys. By my count, I'm fashionably late for some little soiree in town. I'll make sure someone swings by later with some of the GOOD punch!
(10:53:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I think he's up 2-0 on you so far.
(10:53:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::And on he goes!::
(10:53:19 PM) CdrTKirr: :: stops, reconsidering :: Yeah...
(10:53:23 PM) CharitySuite: Not much. :: sees his feet are dangling in the water, so she takes off her sandals and dips her toes in:: Water's nice.
(10:54:14 PM) RyanCarter: ::kicks the water, almost chokes on his drink:: Oh shit... uh, did we buy you replacement shoes?
(10:54:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Just be very specific in what you order.
(10:54:24 PM) JackCahalan: :: puts a bowl of punch on the bar ::
(10:54:36 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughs:: Not yet. But Ah ain't fergot.
(10:54:51 PM) CdrTKirr: :: peers up at him :: What do you recommend? Periodical and festive.
(10:54:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Pineapple juice.
(10:55:02 PM) Percy: (Besides Gem, you have all of our eternal worship. What's pie on top of that? :-P)
(10:55:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (That does go a long way!)
(10:55:23 PM) CharitySuite: Size seven, sumpin' with a lil' bit o' heel.
(10:55:34 PM) CdrTKirr: ( omg no more talk of pie, I don't have a dermal regenerator IRL )
(10:55:56 PM) CdrTKirr: :: boldly strides to the bar. Pineapple juice, please.
(10:55:56 PM) CharitySuite: (Wow, I am completely overwhelmed and not worthy!)
(10:55:57 PM) RyanCarter: (( Gem, how did you know the next question I was going to ask was "What's your shoe size?" ))
(10:56:07 PM) LtThors: :: Takes a deep breath and gets himself a nice large glass of punch ::
(10:56:25 PM) RyanCarter: Size seven... like a stiletto?
(10:56:40 PM) CdrTKirr: :: turns her nose up at the punch on the table ::
(10:57:01 PM) JackCahalan: :: smiles and gets the Vulcan a glass of pineapple juice, no tricks ::
(10:57:30 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks down at the two little swordfighting bots ::
(10:57:44 PM) JackCahalan: :: slides a Tom Collins he had ready to the Admiral ::
(10:57:46 PM) CharitySuite: Ah said a *lil* bit o' heel! ::laughs and takes a big sip:: Nothin' taller'n 2 inches. Ah'll bust mah neck.
(10:57:52 PM) Rubix: :: Evade! Parry! Thrust! ::
(10:58:28 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Once he's down out of the mountains and into town, it's a pretty straightforward trip into the heart of town, and it gets faster once the road becomes paved. If he takes his time, it's a little over ten minutes to the docks. He pulls up in considerably less, and kills the engine, jogging in his sandals across the long wooden bridge leading to the bar.::
(10:58:35 PM) CharitySuite: How's that there Ensign what's been helpin' ya? Cat sumpin' or other?
(10:59:05 PM) Cubit: :: cackles, and returns the moves ::
(10:59:15 PM) Percy: :: Notes Lt. Thors' presence and heads over to him:: You're the one that helped us out in Engineering, aren't you?
(10:59:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Waves as he passes:: Hey, doc! Carter!
(10:59:31 PM) RyanCarter: Catherine Meyers? She's doing alright. I think she said she was going to stop by, but she's probably in the hydroponics lab.
(10:59:41 PM) JackCahalan: How's the punch, Ulic? :: grins ::
(10:59:44 PM) LtThors: Yeah.
(10:59:49 PM) RyanCarter: ::glances over at McKnight and waves::
(10:59:50 PM) CharitySuite: She's all work an' no play?
(11:00:02 PM) RyanCarter: She has a green thumb.
(11:00:02 PM) LtThors: :: looks over at Jack and smiles :: Gonna be a good night.
(11:00:07 PM) CharitySuite: ::waves::
(11:00:18 PM) LtThors: Percy> That ever get fixed?
(11:00:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Is amused by the swordplay, moves a napkin out of the field ::
(11:00:21 PM) JackCahalan: That's the spirit!
(11:00:26 PM) RyanCarter: she was eager to plant some seeds she bought on the station.
(11:00:55 PM) RyanCarter: ::to McKnight:: What's up?
(11:01:17 PM) CharitySuite: ::nudges him with her elbow:: Hey, you could go plant some seeds with her, if'n ya get mah drift. :: big grin::
(11:01:36 PM) Percy: Yeah, we're all fixed up now, thanks. But...thanks for all the help. I figure there's probably quite a few of my men and women who didn't end up in a wooden box because of you.
(11:01:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ( Ohhhhhh yeaaaaah )
(11:01:42 PM) RyanCarter: ohhhh yeahh..
(11:01:54 PM) Percy: (Lolz)
(11:01:54 PM) CdrTKirr: :: sips at her juice, watching the bots for a few minutes, occasionally scanning the party ::
(11:02:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: drink in hand :: So I trust the juice is just juice this time?
(11:02:39 PM) CdrTKirr: As far as I can tell, yes. :: sips ::
(11:02:51 PM) CdrHarper: We could make a league sport out of this. :: amused by the fight ::
(11:02:59 PM) Rubix: :: Makes a distinctly "Hah HAH!" sound as she continues her assault::
(11:03:14 PM) LtThors: Thanks, but you should those who did end up in one.
(11:03:28 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Grins:: The Sharks can tell all the stories they like about barrel rolls and Immelman whatevers. There's nothing like a good drive. Seeya inside, maybe!
(11:03:30 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: nibbles some peanuts :: We could, but we only have two currently, that I know of anyway.
(11:03:54 PM) LtThors: It is party so let's drink and have fun.
(11:04:09 PM) RyanCarter: well... er....
(11:04:17 PM) CharitySuite: You seen Jusstin?
(11:04:42 PM) RyanCarter: Here? I'm lookin' for him. I hope he's not stuck in science giving that emo kid work to do.
(11:04:58 PM) CharitySuite: Now that's a strange kid.
(11:05:05 PM) Percy: Oh, I do constantly. Believe me. :: smiles as she sees McKnight outside:: But I'll not burden the party with any more sad stuff. Enjoy yourself, you hear? ::And with that, she heads out to an unsuspecting Colonel!::
(11:05:28 PM) LtThors: You too!
(11:05:33 PM) RyanCarter: yeah, how'd kids like him get through the Academy?
(11:05:44 PM) RyanCarter: you'd think the basic training would weed them out.
(11:05:50 PM) CharitySuite: Ah thought Jusstin waz comin' tonight, but mebbe he got hung up with some important Science-y stuff.
(11:06:06 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Uh oh! Unfortunately, that unsuspecting Colonel is at that moment making his way INSIDE.::
(11:06:16 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looking around at everyone :: It's good to see them like this.
(11:06:20 PM) RyanCarter: maybe, we never figured out what an XU-238 detector did, but we bashed it up pretty good.
(11:06:25 PM) CharitySuite: Ah dunno. Purty sure they didn't let Cadets git their eyebrows pierced in six places when As waz there.
(11:06:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, after what's happened, it was needed.
(11:06:48 PM) Rubix: :: Well then she means him halfway! And attempts to sneak up behind him anyway::
(11:06:57 PM) Rubix: (Crap that was Percy not Rubix)
(11:07:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (I imagine Rubix sneaks pretty well, being so tiny)
(11:07:09 PM) RyanCarter: ::nods:: I'm completely sure they didn't let you when I was there.
(11:07:43 PM) Rubix: :: Is an epic level Rogue::
(11:07:44 PM) CharitySuite: Ah'll never git why people wawna go an' put black lipstick on, neither.
(11:07:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gets Jack to put the fight up on the big screen ::
(11:08:04 PM) RyanCarter: and black nail polish.
(11:08:07 PM) CdrTKirr: :: begins to walk through the crowd in the general direction of the water's edge ::
(11:08:10 PM) JackCahalan: We don't have a big screen, Doc, it's the 1930s.
(11:08:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: follows along ::
(11:08:30 PM) RyanCarter: I wonder if he writes poetry.
(11:09:03 PM) Percy: (" There once was a man from Nantucket...")
(11:09:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (omg so emo)
(11:09:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Well put it on the black and white then!
(11:09:44 PM) CharitySuite: (Sounds like Fiasco!)
(11:09:57 PM) JackCahalan: I don't have a TV! :: looks at her helplessly ::
(11:10:21 PM) CdrHarper: Maybe a radio commentary.
(11:10:41 PM) CharitySuite: Prolly writin' 'bout how his soul is made from dragon shit or sumpin'.
(11:10:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes a note to upgrade the viewing capabilities of the bar ::
(11:10:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (I think Fiasco sounds like a great name for a cat.)
(11:11:29 PM) Cubit: :: does his imitation of a dice roll to escape a particularly clever move from Rubix ::
(11:11:49 PM) CharitySuite: (I have a wizard named Fiasco, she's not a cat-person though)
(11:12:08 PM) CdrTKirr: :: stops along a wooden post laced with rope overlooking the harbor and hears soft conversation down a ways on a dock ::
(11:12:11 PM) Rubix: :: Cackles and projects a number four on the table to indicate a very poor roll indeed! But at least he did not botch!::
(11:12:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: We could but then we'd have to find a commentator.
(11:12:37 PM) RyanCarter: That guy's just the kind of guy you wanna play a prank on.
(11:12:47 PM) CdrHarper: They didn't have video games back then, Rox.
(11:13:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Mores the pity, think how many wars could have been prevented, all that testosterone had to go somewhere.
(11:13:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks out at the Boudica bobbing at her dock ::
(11:13:35 PM) RyanCarter: So tell me Doc, how are things going for you? How's sickbay?
(11:13:37 PM) Percy: (Testosterone and desperation, that is :-P)
(11:13:51 PM) CharitySuite: Yeah, like we could wallpaper his quarters in Hello Kitty
(11:13:54 PM) RyanCarter: run any human experiments? doing anything unethical?
(11:14:01 PM) CdrHarper: Yeah really. :: drinks some of the punch ::
(11:14:13 PM) RyanCarter: ::chuckles:: You know... we could totally do that.
(11:14:37 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughs:: Nah, how would we get in?
(11:14:48 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::As he makes his way through the door, he spies Percy off to the side, crouching and trying to blend into the wall. Sadly, the floral dress was a poor choice for camo pattern. It gets a laugh though.:: Sorry, Percy. I wasn't THAT bad at wilderness training.
(11:15:09 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ...BUT if you like, try that again, after I've had some of the punch.
(11:15:18 PM) CdrTKirr: :: breathes in the manufactured scents of sea breeze as it whips at her dress :: This is pleasant.
(11:15:28 PM) RyanCarter: the biometric scanners are on the doors are pretty easy to hack.
(11:16:09 PM) RyanCarter: don't ask me how I know that.
(11:16:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: wraps an arm around her shoulder and pulls her close :: Even better now.
(11:16:50 PM) Percy: :: Laughs:: Well, I had to TRY. Maybe later then.
(11:16:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Looks like a storm might be coming though. :: eyes the horizon ::
(11:17:05 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughs and finishes her drink:: Ah bet we could paint a big ol' unicorn an' a rainbow on his ceilin' over his bed.
(11:17:22 PM) CdrTKirr: :: leans into Blackthorne, turning her head in the indicated direction ::
(11:17:41 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, hold off on thinking about later just a second. I need to join the party briefly.
(11:17:55 PM) RyanCarter: ::laughs:: You want too?
(11:18:01 PM) RyanCarter: ::grin::
(11:18:13 PM) CharitySuite: Wonder where he is?
(11:18:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Anything back there for a dry throat Jack? Something with bubbles and maybe fruit but no alcohol?
(11:19:15 PM) JackCahalan: I know just the thing.
(11:19:34 PM) Percy: But of course. :: Heads back towards the bar to finish off her pina colada::
(11:19:46 PM) Cubit: :: does a take off on an Errol Flynn move and almost scores a hit ::
(11:19:57 PM) CdrHarper: Do you have a log in your throat?
(11:20:07 PM) RyanCarter: computer, where is Ensign Fiasco?
(11:20:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Follows along, and calls out to the barkeep.:: Jack! Let's see how you multitask.
(11:20:30 PM) RyanCarter: computer> Ensign Fiasco is in Science lab 3.
(11:20:32 PM) JackCahalan: :: smirks as he mixes the drink :: WhatcanIgetcha, Doug?
(11:20:47 PM) CharitySuite: Well, there ya go.
(11:20:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: A log...ohhhh, a frog. No my throat is just dry from being on land.
(11:21:08 PM) RyanCarter: you wanna learn how to hack biometric scanners? You can get into anyone's quarters.
(11:21:14 PM) CdrHarper: :: confused :: A frog? How would it get in your throat?
(11:21:21 PM) CharitySuite: Let's do it.
(11:21:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: The same way a log would I suppose.
(11:21:38 PM) RyanCarter: ::gets up, extends hand to her:: Let's go.
(11:22:08 PM) CdrHarper: Klingon is easier to understand than this.
(11:22:10 PM) CharitySuite: :: gets up, grabs his hand and groans as she gets up, puts on her sandals and hurries over to the exit::
(11:22:24 PM) ColDougMcKnight: A fruit punch, with, screw that. Too easy. A fruit punch, and WATERMELON flavored vodka, on ice. And a glass of cool water, forget the ice.
(11:22:30 PM) CharitySuite: Damn, it's tough gettin' old
(11:22:35 PM) JackCahalan: Coming right up!
(11:22:42 PM) JackCahalan: :: mixes about four drinks with some flair ::
(11:22:56 PM) JackCahalan: :: twirks a bottle, tosses it up, and catches it behind his back ::
(11:23:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Christ. Remind me to put a key lock on McKnight's door or something!)
(11:23:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Looks like it'll miss the island.
(11:23:28 PM) Percy: (Remind me to pick it and put a bow on Hobbes)
(11:23:55 PM) RyanCarter: ::laughs:: And you still want to wear two inch heels?
(11:23:59 PM) Percy: Douglas McKnight, do you always insist on being so complicated? :: Smirks at his drink choice::
(11:24:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, but Klingons dont have cute old sayings to confuse people trying to understand the language.
(11:24:01 PM) CdrHarper: :: presents all of the drinks in a line ::
(11:24:06 PM) CdrHarper: (Jack did that :V )
(11:24:11 PM) CdrTKirr: :: notices two people leaving the dock in a hurry ::
(11:24:12 PM) RyanCarter: Seems like such a waste... if we're going to buy you high heels, you should get high heels.
(11:24:21 PM) RyanCarter: ::heads out of the holodeck with Charity::
(11:24:26 PM) JackCahalan: There you are!
(11:24:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Hey, I'm a complicated guy.
(11:24:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Thanks Jack!
(11:24:56 PM) CdrHarper: Okay, well, Ferengi is easier than this.
(11:25:18 PM) CdrTKirr: :: squints after them :: I think they plan on having fun elsewhere.
(11:25:31 PM) CharitySuite: Shore, they look good, but you see how your back feels after spendin' an evenin' dandin' in 4 inch stilettos!
(11:25:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Theres nothing hard about Ferengi, after you learn the word for ear.
(11:25:45 PM) CharitySuite: *dancin
(11:25:49 PM) CdrHarper: :: stares at her :: They have THIRTY SEVEN words for ear.
(11:26:09 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::And with that, he splashes the glass of water in his face, shakes it off, and uses what remains to slick his hair back.:: MUCH better. It gets warm out there, away from the mountains and the sea breeze.
(11:26:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Fun's fun, at least.
(11:26:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yes but its guaranteed to keep them occupied, no need to learn more.
(11:26:38 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Also, Hobbes will destroy you.)
(11:26:41 PM) CdrHarper: You still can't ask where the bathroom is by saying, "Ear, ear ear ear? Ear!"
(11:26:44 PM) Percy: Oh? :: leans against the bar:: And where have YOU been?
(11:26:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Because the cat I modeled him after in my head is known for that.)
(11:27:09 PM) Percy: (I find it hilarious that you needed to type that rather than say it loudly so I can hear it downstairs :-P)
(11:27:23 PM) RyanCarter: ::enters one of the supply closets... :: We can replicate the paint over there with the industrial replicator, a perfect use of a piece of technology, and I need a toolcase...
(11:27:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No, you just wander around until you find it, if you run into someone say 'ear' to distract them. I do it all the time.
(11:27:40 PM) CdrHarper: Better not tell Admiral Carre about you and ferengi ears.
(11:27:58 PM) CdrHarper: :: snickers into her punch ::
(11:28:03 PM) CdrHarper: :: finds it empty !::
(11:28:08 PM) CharitySuite: An' we kin git th' Hello Kitty stuff from his own replicator. ::grins::
(11:28:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll have to go up in the seaplane soon.
(11:28:40 PM) CharitySuite: Will he be able ta know who done it?
(11:28:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: rolls eyes :: He knows, in fact, he suggested it.
(11:28:47 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks over to the aircraft in question :: Agreed.
(11:28:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: snickers and gets more punch ::
(11:29:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Handles a bit different from the Stearman, but you'll get the hang of it quickly. :: polishes off his drink ::
(11:29:43 PM) Cubit: :: takes a direct hit center and dies spectacularly, including lots of death tones ::
(11:30:03 PM) CdrHarper: :: gasps :: We have a winner!
(11:30:08 PM) RyanCarter: ::grins, and picks up a toolcase:: There we go. Well... there are security cameras monitoring the hallways... Might seem suspicious if I take them offline...
(11:30:12 PM) CdrHarper: :: holds Rubix's arm up :: And a new champion!
(11:30:14 PM) CdrTKirr: :: does the same with her pinapple juice :: I'm sure I will. I have an excellent teacher.
(11:30:31 PM) Rubix: :: Does a victory jig::
(11:30:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: That had to be some sort of record. :: consoles the 'dead' loser ::
(11:30:44 PM) LtThors: :: claps at rubix ::
(11:30:52 PM) Rubix: :: And then salutes her opponent::
(11:30:56 PM) CharitySuite: Meh, he'd figger it out anyways. ::grinning::
(11:31:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minute warning!)
(11:31:32 PM) RyanCarter: you might have to peel potatoes. Could be on your permenant record. Last chance to back out, Doc. ::grins::
(11:31:36 PM) Cubit: :: bows courteously and salutes back ::
(11:31:43 PM) CdrHarper: She needs a championship belt.
(11:31:44 PM) RyanCarter: ::heads out of the supply closet::
(11:31:55 PM) CharitySuite: Pssssh. Ah ain't afeared o' no taters.
(11:32:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (What's taters, precious?!_
(11:32:14 PM) CharitySuite: Kid's a natural target.
(11:32:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Takes a seat and starts on his watermelon spiked punch.:: I'll have you know I was doing my due diligence as commander of this garrison.
(11:32:22 PM) RyanCarter: ::heading towards Fiasco's quarters:: There might be brig time involved.
(11:32:25 PM) Percy: (Po Tay Toes. Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew....)
(11:32:41 PM) Percy: Oh REALLY?
(11:32:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Taters.)
(11:32:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Po tah toe?)
(11:32:59 PM) Percy: (Toe may toe?)
(11:33:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ready to head out in the morning? Try to put all this behind us?
(11:33:26 PM) Percy: And how precisely did you do this?
(11:33:54 PM) CdrTKirr: :: breathes in deeply again, nodding :: I am. ::looks at him :: And you as well.
(11:33:59 PM) RyanCarter: ::gets to Fiasco's quarters and Charity:: You ready?
(11:34:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I hope so.
(11:34:26 PM) CdrTKirr: Avoid danger for a while?
(11:34:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: fishs an empty gold-foil candy wrapper from her purse and fashions a belt :: To the winnar, the first championship belt
(11:34:43 PM) CdrHarper: Epic.
(11:34:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Doesn't seem possible.
(11:35:03 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks down at her clothes:: AH'm ready ta sacrifice one cheap shirt ta th' cause!
(11:35:11 PM) Cubit: :: makes sore loser noises ::
(11:35:16 PM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses :: Death, at least?
(11:35:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: By all means.
(11:35:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well see, we've got the mouth to that harbor locked down tight as a drum. Nothing gets in or out we don't like. But there's an island beyond the town, with a coast that allows for landing in some places, and lots of uncleared jungle that could be hiding just about anything. That's a concern, you know. What with rumors flying this way and that of...
(11:35:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, of unsavory characters in these waters. And maybe even closer.
(11:35:56 PM) RyanCarter: ::bends down at the biometric scanner:: so the first thing to know is... these scanners have a huge design flaw... ::pries it off with a screwdriver.. see this circuitry back here?
(11:36:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:36:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:36:03 PM) Rubix: :: Picks up the belt...then after examination, rips it in two and offers the other bit to Cubit with an inquisitive "whirr?"::
(11:36:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:36:11 PM) CharitySuite: :: pause::
(11:36:16 PM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses :: Awww....
(11:36:20 PM) LtThors: :: pause ::
(11:36:20 PM) RyanCarter: : :paused ::
(11:36:23 PM) Cubit: :: cheers then pauses ::
(11:36:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: paused ::
(11:36:33 PM) Rubix: :: Pauses::
(11:36:44 PM) CdrTKirr: So cute.
(11:36:48 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Pauses as well. Fine, kill my dramatic reveal.::
(11:36:51 PM) RyanCarter: ((awww... looks like Fiasco escapes again))
(11:36:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Insanely cute even.
(11:37:10 PM) Cubit: :: preens ::
(11:37:12 PM) CdrTKirr: Very cute, and I am curious now, McKnight
(11:37:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week begins our new plot!
(11:37:52 PM) Cubit left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:38:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, in that case, I shall follow up.
(11:38:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Dun dun dun!
(11:38:10 PM) CdrHarper left the room.
(11:38:10 PM) RyanCarter: I'm going to come next sim 30 minutes late and I'll find the ship under attack by <insert alien here>
(11:38:31 PM) CdrTKirr: Good guess, but
(11:38:37 PM) CharitySuite: Domo-Kun!
(11:38:49 PM) LtThors: tribbles?
(11:38:52 PM) RyanCarter: a race of Domokun, now that would be something
(11:38:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OH GOD TRIBBLES
(11:38:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: RUN AWAY
(11:39:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes tribble noises ::
(11:39:16 PM) CdrTKirr: Chuck 'em out airlocks faster than they reproduce and you might be rid of them in three years!
(11:39:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gives them water ::
(11:39:29 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I wonder if you can power a ship off of tribbles.
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(11:39:47 PM) CdrTKirr: What like throwing them into the reactor?
(11:39:55 PM) Percy: No no no!
(11:39:57 PM) Percy: That's cruel!
(11:39:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Or a reactor based off their ridiculous metabolism.
(11:40:05 PM) Percy: You SHOVEL them into the reactor.
(11:40:09 PM) CdrTKirr: Mm...
(11:40:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Tribble-hopper would do the trick.
(11:40:30 PM) LtThors: Why shovel? How about a chute?
(11:40:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: "Pour on the tribbles, we're attacking!"
(11:40:46 PM) Percy: Aw man, that would be the best chute ever.
(11:41:13 PM) Percy: Mike suggests leaving the trap door to the chute right in front of a turkey sandwich.
(11:42:10 PM) Percy: But far enough away that when they jump out they fall to their tragic but adorable deaths.
(11:42:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That would work.
(11:42:36 PM) LtThors: I was thinking more of a retaining wall system will spillway attached to the chute.
(11:42:57 PM) LtThors: *with
(11:43:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: "Welcome to Tribble dam."
(11:43:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys!
(11:43:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night doc
(11:43:37 PM) LtThors: Night
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(11:44:15 PM) CharitySuite: Night everyone!
(11:44:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Charity!
(11:44:56 PM) RyanCarter: night everyone!
(11:45:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Glenn
(11:45:06 PM) LtThors: Night
(11:45:12 PM) Percy: G'night!
(11:45:22 PM) LtThors: I'm out. Nite all.
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(11:45:28 PM) CdrTKirr: Night =)
(11:45:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all!
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