Conversation with #ussatlantis at 12/22/2009 9:47:55 PM on VAdmBlackthorne@betamatrix.ny.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(9:48:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Merry Christmas!
(9:58:37 PM) CdrTKirr [Mibbit@97.103.162.28150] entered the room.
(9:58:56 PM) LtKuari [Mibbit@97.103.162.28150] entered the room.
(10:06:15 PM) CdrTKirr: Perhaps we should celebrate the party by ourselves.
(10:08:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The Atlantis page isn't loading, that may have stopped some people.
(10:08:38 PM) CdrTKirr: Why would that stop people?
(10:08:55 PM) CdrTKirr: It's not like they log in through it
(10:08:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Some people use the portal I put up on the page.
(10:09:01 PM) CdrTKirr: Oh really
(10:09:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It's there and easy.
(10:09:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:09:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Mike
(10:09:37 PM) CdrTKirr: Hey Mike
(10:09:54 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(10:11:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@dm-15114.tukw.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:12:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Rox
(10:12:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Heya!
(10:14:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: munches lasagne ::
(10:14:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey, did you bring enough for everyone?
(10:15:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Mmmush mith nnn mth man ::
(10:16:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: cough ::
(10:16:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sure, its in the pan. Help yourself.
(10:16:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: dives in ::
(10:18:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hm, well this isn't looking good tonight. The big party may have to be next week. :-/
(10:19:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: S'okay with me...I'm going to want a nap in about 20 minutes, carb overload.
(10:19:38 PM) Eraya_Gallagher [Mibbit@dm-26378.mpls.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:19:38 PM) CdrTKirr: Lol Carre
(10:20:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I know, I'm pitiful. Nap, eat, nap, snack, sleep, munch....I'm on vacation, can you tell?
(10:20:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Eraya.
(10:20:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Which rhymes.
(10:21:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Poetic even, hello Eraya.
(10:21:35 PM) Eraya_Gallagher: evening everyone
(10:21:58 PM) CdrTKirr: Welcome. =)
(10:23:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The holidays are killing us, I think!
(10:23:37 PM) CdrTKirr: Pfft we'll survive
(10:25:06 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'm sending a case of these for your present http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/plush/ac6e/ one for each. :D
(10:25:33 PM) CdrTKirr: Oh well, they had to come froms someone
(10:25:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :D!!!
(10:26:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, since we're fairly lean tonight.
(10:26:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I think we'll just be mingling around the ship/station.
(10:26:36 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (The video for the gizmo plush is funny).
(10:26:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: All the decorations are in place, the giant tree is in the promenade, which is now at a constant 30 degrees and has snow inside!
(10:27:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ...and we have candy canes!
(10:27:39 PM) CdrTKirr: The tree is 30 degrees?
(10:27:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The promenade is 30 degrees!
(10:28:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Or -1C, I suppose more appropriately.
(10:28:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Freakin metrics!
(10:28:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Metric is the best!
(10:28:54 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Fucking traitor!
(10:29:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Any system of measurement that has a unit called a slug fails.
(10:29:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No more whiskey for you!
(10:29:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Any specific questions?
(10:30:19 PM) CdrTKirr: Do they make winter gear extra thick for Vulcans?
(10:30:20 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah. You do realize I'm never listing McKnight's height in centimeters?
(10:30:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll do the conversion for you then! :)
(10:30:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And yes, I'm sure there's a burkha shop somewhere on the promenade.
(10:30:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Google is your friend.
(10:31:50 PM) Eraya_Gallagher: It's too cold in the promenade
(10:31:55 PM) CdrTKirr: So I'm gonna look like Kenny then
(10:32:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh my god, they killed T'Kirr!
(10:32:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: OMG they killed T'Kirr!
(10:32:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: lol
(10:32:14 PM) CdrTKirr: o_O
(10:32:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Jinx.
(10:32:31 PM) CdrTKirr: Well except the lying down part. Unless someone tips me over.
(10:32:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I picture the way Ralphie's mom dressed him up for the snow in A Christmas Story.
(10:33:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, my God. Rak'nar actually is going to have to dress like Santa. Klingons don't do well in the cold either.
(10:34:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: He could be asking children what they want for Christmas!
(10:34:36 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@dm-9418.dr01.blfd.wv.frontiernet.net] entered the room.
(10:35:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: "Remember how your teeth chatter in this frigid air, little Timmy. And remember it well, for if you attempt to re-gift your present, your teeth shall chatter for all eternity amongst the dishonored dead of Gre'thor!"
(10:35:28 PM) JackCahalan [Mibbit@dm-9418.dr01.blfd.wv.frontiernet.net] entered the room.
(10:35:43 PM) CdrTKirr: Yikes.
(10:35:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I love it.
(10:36:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:36:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:36:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:36:36 PM) CdrHarper: :: shopping in the chocolatier ::
(10:38:05 PM) LtKuari: :: shivers under the blanket draped over her back near the base of The Tree in the Promenade, wishing her fur would grow ::
(10:38:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: watching chestnuts roasting on an open fire, sipping cocoa ::
(10:39:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (oh fine, its a sim-fire but you get my meaning)
(10:39:15 PM) CdrHarper: :: a store, which was appropriately named "Chocolate Heaven" ::
(10:39:41 PM) CdrHarper: :: idly wonders when they were gonna open "Bacon Heaven" ::
(10:40:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: is fairly certain Harper has been in that store more than seven minutes ::
(10:40:12 PM) LtKuari: :: stops near a red-roped gate and a giggling woman hops off her back :: Next? :: louder :: Rucara rides, come over for some holiday cheer!
(10:40:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (rofl)
(10:40:58 PM) Raknar [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:41:43 PM) CdrHarper: :: standing enraptured in front of the biggest display of dark chocolates she's ever seen ::
(10:41:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sips cocoa, wonders if she'd get in trouble for 'riding' a crewman ::
(10:41:54 PM) Eraya_Gallagher: :: is walking with her Son to the promanade::
(10:42:07 PM) LtKuari: :: starts moving slowly around the tree, two alien lovebirds in festive wear on her back ::
(10:44:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: wrapping a gift in his quarters, putting the finishing touches on ::
(10:45:10 PM) Raknar: ::Sits upon the recently erected faux-wooden throne, all decked out in a white fur (Also synthetic, he noted with disgust.) lined red suit.:: Welcome to the North Pole, young man. Have you been nice this year? If not, die!
(10:45:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Klingon Santa is the best Santa)
(10:45:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Decides shes lazed enough, heads into the chocolate shop, dumping her empty cup into the trash, to rescue Harper from herself ::
(10:46:07 PM) CdrTKirr: :: turns this way and that in front of her mirror, her red and green parka and pants in muted colors to more suit her tastes ::
(10:46:18 PM) Eraya_Gallagher: :: enters the Promenade and looks around :: wow, they really decked this place out
(10:46:46 PM) CdrHarper: :: grabs a bag of rich dark chocolate ::
(10:46:47 PM) CdrTKirr: :: strips off the parka, thinking she might roast in her warmer quarters and drops it onto the sofa ::
(10:47:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Harper, you might want to put that back. You're not considering ruining all my hard work are you?
(10:48:08 PM) LtKuari: :: wanders close by the throne the Klingon is occupied with and nips the tip of an elf hat and tosses it onto her head, then continues on around the tree ::
(10:48:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Stands in front of him, clad in a grey field jacket and gloves, shaking his head as the kids begin to line up well behind him.:: Yeah...I like the intensity. I do. But given that the fek'lhr doesn't actually show up to eat your pets if you're a human...maybe tone it down a little.
(10:49:15 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyes the chocolate, then eyes Carre :: But.. but..
(10:49:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Exactly...butt.
(10:49:50 PM) CdrHarper: :: puts it down dejectedly::
(10:50:20 PM) Raknar: ::Rises to his feet, shouting after Kuari.:: Theft is most certainly naughty! I shall make a gift unto these children, a Christmas dinner of roasted dragon!
(10:50:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: stage whispers :: They have free samples on the counter.
(10:50:38 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Sighs. Long-sufferingly, you betcha.:: Just stick to the fucking script.
(10:50:46 PM) LtKuari: (o_O)
(10:51:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Kuari stole the hat from one of Santa's elite pointy eared warriors, and in accordance with Christmas law, must now be beaten to death with a sack of coal.)
(10:51:42 PM) CdrTKirr: :: picks up a package and her parka, then leaves her quarters ::
(10:51:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Besides, I want to go get my picture taken with Santa. I want one of you too.
(10:51:50 PM) CdrHarper: Santa?
(10:52:14 PM) LtKuari: :: drops the aliens off ::
(10:52:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Old earth custom, he brings presents if you're good all year. Its a tradition to get your picture taken with him, and let him know what to bring you, if you've been good.
(10:53:08 PM) Raknar: ::Reluctantly puts down the coal sack of ultimate Christmas judgement.::
(10:53:10 PM) CdrHarper: So he'd bring the chocolate? And the bacon?
(10:53:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, if you'd been good.
(10:53:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Coal if you've been bad.
(10:53:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Claps his hands:: Alright! Bring on the kids.
(10:54:28 PM) LtKuari: :: picks up the next person in line, which happens to be a self-conscious fellow who got dared into a ride ::
(10:54:33 PM) CdrHarper: Almost as strange as your language.
(10:54:44 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::The rope is lowered by Star Fleet security personnel, identifiable by the gold colored Star Fleet jackets they wear, but all wearing Santa hats of their own.::
(10:54:47 PM) CdrTKirr: :: chimes Blackthorne's quarters ::
(10:54:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Possibly.
(10:54:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Come in!
(10:55:08 PM) CdrTKirr: :: enters ::
(10:55:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles and walks over to greet her :: Merry Christmas.
(10:55:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: C'mon, lets get our picture taken before the snowball fight starts!
(10:56:32 PM) CdrTKirr: :: places her parka on the nearest spot suitable, the package still in her hand :: Merry Christmas.
(10:56:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (err...would that be hologram by now?)
(10:57:02 PM) CdrHarper: Alright, alright!
(10:57:07 PM) Raknar: ::Forces a wide smile, which, given the first child's reaction to the sharpened teeth, is promptly removed from his face at McKnight's finger across the throat gesture.:: Welcome to the North Pole. What is your name? Speak!
(10:58:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: heads over to the santa line, smiling at a klingon santa, queues up behind the kids ::
(10:58:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns and slides an arm around her waist, revealing that he's put up a Christmas tree near the windows ::
(10:58:16 PM) CdrHarper: Is Santa normally a Klingon?
(10:58:40 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No, but its rather an interesting idea.
(10:59:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: watches the current kid burst into terrified tears ::
(10:59:30 PM) CdrTKirr: :: perks an eyebrow at the tree :: You've brought in the... :: recalls terminology as she moves closer :: "spirit of the season".
(10:59:34 PM) CdrHarper: Um... how about I just get the chocolate myself instead of hoping he brings it?
(10:59:43 PM) Raknar: Wait! Do not despair! Though naughty, you may yet redeem yourself in honorable combat with the captain of my elves!
(10:59:58 PM) Raknar: ::Gestures to a put upon looking Tellarite with pointy earmuffs.::
(11:00:18 PM) CdrTKirr: (( rofl ))
(11:00:21 PM) Raknar: What is more, you may use my own bat'leth! Rich in Christmas spirit and the blood of the slain!
(11:00:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: My favorite Earth holiday, since Dad loved it so much. There's a gift under there for you, you know.
(11:00:36 PM) Raknar: ::Produces said weapon from the depths of his outfit.::
(11:00:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Right. If anyone needs me, I'm gonna go drink.
(11:00:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grabs Harpers arm :: No, it would be bad of you, then he might not bring you anything. :: giggles at Santas suggestion ::
(11:01:01 PM) LtKuari: Self-conscious Man> :: whines and hops off Kuari's back, shuffling off ::
(11:01:12 PM) LtKuari: :: stops, blinks ::
(11:01:14 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyes McKnight fleeing the scene :: Even the Colonel is running away.
(11:01:47 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks down at the base of the tree :: Am I supposed to put mine there as well?
(11:02:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Technically. But I thought we'd be a bit naughty and open ours early.
(11:02:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: True, oh Kuari is giving rides, you can pretend you're slaying her with good cheer.
(11:02:27 PM) CdrTKirr: :: offers Blackthorne another arched brow ::
(11:03:04 PM) LtKuari: :: sits down in the middle of her "ride path", looking this way and that, gets distracted by Santa ::
(11:03:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: answers the arched brow with a quick kiss :: I just can't wait.
(11:05:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notices all the kids are now behind her and Harper :: Oh look, they're letting us go first, yay! :: smiles at Santa ::
(11:05:07 PM) CdrTKirr: :: gives him a look that borders on mischievous and makes a show of handing him her package :: Well, then. Shall you open mine first?
(11:05:26 PM) Raknar: ::A minute later, Rak'nar has silenced the little brat with a candy cane, at least long enough to get the picture taken and get rid of her.:: Next! New amendment to Christmas law. Tears are naughty!
(11:05:32 PM) LtKuari: :: pulls her ears forward as a child wails near Santa ::
(11:05:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: grins :: I thought you'd never ask!
(11:06:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grabs Harpers hand :: C'mon! :: Heads up and sits on Santas knee, smiling for her picture ::
(11:06:27 PM) CdrHarper: ::: looks apprehensively at the Klingon ::
(11:06:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes the package and sits down in front of the tree ::
(11:07:05 PM) LtKuari: :: gets up and returns to the line, finding two children who have left Santa's line chasing her ::
(11:07:46 PM) CdrTKirr: :: slinks over to the tree to sit in front of him, peering at the lights ::
(11:08:35 PM) LtKuari: Boy> Can I have a ride?
(11:08:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: starts to open the package, tearing into the wrapping paper ::
(11:08:47 PM) LtKuari: Girl> Me, too, me too!
(11:10:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notices the photographer taking her picture so she kisses Santa on the cheek ::
(11:10:48 PM) CdrTKirr: :: watches Ian as the paper falls away to reveal a dark blue diamond about 1.5ft tall, its artistic slats and triangular openings emitting a soft golden light :: It's a Vulcan serenity lantern. I thought it would look pleasing on your desk.
(11:11:11 PM) CdrTKirr: (( rofl ))
(11:11:14 PM) Raknar: ::Growls:: Merry Christmas. Neither of you will ever speak of this again.
(11:11:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: admires it for a long moment :: It's beautiful.
(11:11:31 PM) CdrTKirr: Indeed.
(11:11:50 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks over Ian's expression with interest, approving ::
(11:11:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, T'Kirr, I love it.
(11:12:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No, certainly not... :: giggles :: I'm sure none of my friends will recognize you on my cards next year. Oh and um...I have a pony so a bottle of scotch and some decent chocolate would be good this year.
(11:12:36 PM) CdrTKirr: :: gives Ian a soft nod in acknowledgement ::
(11:13:25 PM) LtKuari: :: grins at the two children :: Hop on, then.
(11:13:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: puts the lamp on the end table for now, intending to have it in his office next time he's there ::
(11:13:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pulls the box for her out from under the tree ::
(11:13:55 PM) LtKuari: Boy> :: tries to mount the blanket but fails :: Me, first!
(11:14:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Harper, tell Santa what you want for christmas!
(11:14:31 PM) LtKuari: :: lowers herself so the children can get on easily then starts walking ::
(11:14:51 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks to the box, curious ::
(11:15:24 PM) CdrHarper: :: gingerly sits on Santa's knee :: Well, I'd like some chocolate. And some bacon.... and diamonds!
(11:15:29 PM) LtKuari: Girl> :: whines :: I wanna ride in front!
(11:15:56 PM) Raknar: Diamonds, you shall both have. In abundance. In their unrefined form. Next!
(11:16:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Thanks Santa!
(11:17:38 PM) CdrHarper: Thank you Santa! :: smiles for the camera ::
(11:18:01 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: whispers on her way by :: There so better NOT be coal in my stocking!
(11:18:22 PM) CdrTKirr: :: takes the box and begins unwrapping it, painstakingly carefully ::
(11:19:03 PM) LtKuari: :: drops the kids off ::
(11:19:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: See Harper, totally fun!
(11:19:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smirks at the careful unwrapping ::
(11:19:52 PM) CdrHarper: Well, better than my last encounter with Klingons.
(11:19:59 PM) CdrTKirr: :: finally peeks inside ::
(11:20:15 PM) LtKuari: :: straightens her elf hat ::
(11:20:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Time for a Kuari ride!
(11:21:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: approachs Kuari, whispers in her ear, slips her a small package ::
(11:22:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: inside the box is an antique twelve-stringed Vulcan loot, obviously very old, but having been painstakingly cared for ::
(11:22:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (lute, not loot, gawd)
(11:23:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (weee vulcan lootz!)
(11:23:17 PM) CdrTKirr: :: stares, amazed :: Where did you find this?
(11:24:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You first Harper, I'll take holograms of you. :: pulls out her holo-cam ::
(11:24:06 PM) LtKuari: :: takes the package and sniffs it, then smiles happily :: Can I open it now?
(11:24:09 PM) Raknar: (He stole it from the museum it belongs in.)
(11:24:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Alright Indiana)
(11:24:30 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (see your im!)
(11:24:49 PM) CdrTKirr: (( I don't have one! ))
(11:24:51 PM) CdrHarper: Wait what.
(11:25:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (kuari does...because I fail)
(11:25:28 PM) CdrTKirr: (( sorry magic edit ))
(11:25:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Kuari is giving dragon-rides, you first!
(11:25:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It came through an antiques dealer on Vinland. After having its authenticity scientifically proven, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. :: smiles ::
(11:25:50 PM) CdrHarper: :: to Kuari :: Are you sure?
(11:26:11 PM) LtKuari: :: surreptitiously takes the package and slips it into her pouch :: Sure, hop on!
(11:26:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: mutters :: She'd be more sure if you laid off the chocolate.
(11:26:43 PM) CdrHarper: Well, okaaaay. :: glares at Carre as she hops on :: I've been good.
(11:27:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Smile and wave!
(11:27:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: holo-captures ::
(11:27:52 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks the lute over, following its graceful curves and fingers the wood fondly :: It is wonderful. I haven't played one since I was a child.
(11:27:59 PM) LtKuari: :: grins cheesily ::
(11:28:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I didn't know if you could play, but I honestly didn't think it mattered.
(11:28:27 PM) LtKuari: :: starts walking slowly around the tree ::
(11:28:30 PM) CdrHarper: :: smiles and waves ::
(11:29:06 PM) CdrTKirr: It doesn't. It appears to be in good condition, well enough to be played, however.
(11:29:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sets up her holo-cam on a nearby decoration to capture the return path, leaves it running ::
(11:30:00 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks up at Ian meaningfully :: Thank you.
(11:30:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You're welcome, love.
(11:30:55 PM) CdrTKirr: :: hesitates, then sets the lute aside and gives Ian a hug, thinking it appropriate ::
(11:32:09 PM) LtKuari: :: smirks then starts hopping a little up and down :: Oh no, it's getting bumpy!
(11:32:19 PM) JackCahalan: :: hangs on :: Oh dear!
(11:32:24 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight, for his part, has a couple of boxes lying around a small tree on his coffee table, and as usual, is supremely irritable about having to wait on opening them.::
(11:32:32 PM) CdrHarper: :: er, hangs on :: Oh dear!
(11:32:40 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: laughs ::
(11:32:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hugs tightly :: Isn't Christmas wonderful?
(11:33:39 PM) CdrTKirr: It is. :: sighs and relaxes in Ian's arms, watching the lights ::
(11:33:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Would you like some hot cocoa?
(11:34:28 PM) CdrTKirr: I'm not sure. I have not tried it.
(11:35:14 PM) LtKuari: :: comes around the other side of the tree and starts to falter in her steps ::
(11:35:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gasps loudly ::
(11:35:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh it's the best. :: gets up to the replicator and conjures up two, complete with whipped cream ::
(11:36:02 PM) CdrHarper: Oh my are we gonna make it!?
(11:36:02 PM) CdrTKirr: It's very sweet, then.
(11:36:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, but perfect on a cold winter night. :: sits back down next to her as he hands her the drink and wraps his arm around her shoulder ::
(11:37:23 PM) LtKuari: :: starts hacking and stretches her wings and rears up, careful as to not throw Harper, then lets out a melodramatic screech ::
(11:38:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pushes the remote zoom in her pocket and runs forward :: Are you okay Lt?
(11:38:10 PM) LtKuari: :: slumps to the snow while pulling the package from her pouch and spilling its gold coin and trinket contents out from her belly ::
(11:38:19 PM) LtKuari: :: plays dead, complete with lolled tongue ::
(11:38:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: tries not to laugh :: Harper I think you killed her!
(11:39:00 PM) CdrHarper: I really do need to lay off the chocolate then. :(
(11:39:30 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hmm, apparently all dragons do have loot though! :: grins ::
(11:39:32 PM) Raknar: Santa approves of your dragon murdering! For that, you may have bacon!
(11:40:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (lol)
(11:40:31 PM) CdrTKirr: :: sips at the drink, then snuggles into Ian's shoulder :: This would be better if the environment was colder.
(11:40:41 PM) CdrHarper: :: loots the dragon ::
(11:40:45 PM) CdrHarper: No dagger, again!
(11:40:51 PM) LtKuari: :: is looted ::
(11:41:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Computer, lower temperature.
(11:41:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hugs Kuari :: Thanks hon, the look on Harpers face was awesome!
(11:41:59 PM) LtKuari: :: abruptly pulls out of character and grins :: I wanna see!
(11:42:18 PM) CdrHarper: Oh no you got a picture!
(11:42:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Okay! :: runs over and retrieves her holo-cam, returns ::
(11:42:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pulls her close as the cold sets in :: I never thought I'd hear you say something like that.\
(11:43:02 PM) LtKuari: :: sits up, shifting the blanket back on properly ::
(11:43:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: rewinds and plays the hologram ::
(11:44:22 PM) CdrHarper: :: turns a nice shade of red ::
(11:44:37 PM) LtKuari: :: squints at the little screen and laughs ::
(11:44:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: giggles ::
(11:45:20 PM) CdrTKirr: :: turns her head, nuzzling Ian's neck :: Are you ready for the party?
(11:45:32 PM) CdrTKirr: :: sets her cocoa on the end table ::
(11:45:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles, looking at the tree :: Yes, I really am.
(11:46:25 PM) LtKuari: :: looks at Harper :: Merry Christmas! I like this holiday!
(11:46:42 PM) CdrHarper: :: snickers :: Merry Christmas, Kuari.
(11:46:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hands Kuari a handful of gold coins, shows her how to unwrap them to get the chocolate inside ::
(11:47:23 PM) LtKuari: :: peers at the coins, going crosseyed :: They're so small.
(11:47:47 PM) LtKuari: :: tries to unwrap one, but squishes it, then pushes the other coins at Carre :: Can you unwrap them for me? =(
(11:48:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: True, glad to help! :: half unwraps them and hands them back :: These were always a pain to eat.
(11:48:35 PM) CdrTKirr: :: closes her eyes, enjoying the glow of the tree ::
(11:48:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:48:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:48:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE IM
(11:49:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses IMing ::
(11:50:04 PM) CdrTKirr: Pfft, you can't tell me when to and when not to IM!
(11:50:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I just said to pause, not to stop :V
(11:51:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: posts funny holiday holo-gram to yougram where it goes viral instantly ::
(11:51:48 PM) CdrHarper: :: doesn't want to be internetfamous ::
(11:52:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hey T'Kirr was that lute larger than the one you had as a kid?
(11:53:14 PM) CdrTKirr: Probably seems smaller, why?
(11:53:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Just wondering if it was 'fat lute'. :D
(11:53:40 PM) CdrTKirr: rofl
(11:54:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It wasn't purple!
(11:54:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: And I totally loved the klingon santa. Best. Santa. Ever.
(11:54:31 PM) CdrTKirr: Yeah, that was entertaining. =)
(11:54:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I was cracking up.
(11:55:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Unrefined diamonds...
(11:55:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *snicker*
(11:55:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week we'll have the party! Hopefully people will be here!
(11:55:39 PM) CdrTKirr: Yay!
(11:55:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yay! Booze!
(11:56:11 PM) Raknar: Glad you enjoyed!
(11:57:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: He should be at the party!
(11:58:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I should go stuff stockings or make candy or sleep. >.>
(11:58:23 PM) CdrTKirr: See you next week. =)
(11:58:35 PM) Raknar: Indeed! Night!
(11:58:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night! (I'll be sure to sample any candy for each of you!)
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(12:00:19 AM) CdrTKirr: Btw Mike if you haven't seen Avatar yet, you have homework!
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