Conversation with #ussatlantis at 7/21/2010 9:55:30 PM on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(9:55:31 PM) ChanServ has changed the topic to: Tonight, please chillax as you will. :)
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(10:00:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@dm-36682.tukw.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:01:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:01:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hellos
(10:01:19 PM) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@dm-27274.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:01:32 PM) LtCmdrBusard: I made it!
(10:01:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey there!
(10:02:03 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Also, Mike will be here in a couple minutes. He's on his way back from our old place about ten minutes away.
(10:02:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Sweet.
(10:04:14 PM) CdrTKirr [Mibbit@dm-8915.100.103.97.cfl.res.rr.com] entered the room.
(10:04:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:05:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@dm-27274.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:05:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:06:09 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Hoy.
(10:06:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: STOP CHILLAXING
(10:06:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: A moment before we begin.
(10:06:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Mike, PM)
(10:07:52 PM) CdrHarper [Mibbit@dm-1706.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(10:08:19 PM) LtKuari [Mibbit@dm-8915.100.103.97.cfl.res.rr.com] entered the room.
(10:08:30 PM) CdrTKirr: Wohoo, people.
(10:09:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: While we wait, I'd like to say how awesome this week was in terms of logs and things, and just as importantly, feedback on said logs!
(10:09:32 PM) CdrTKirr: Yay logs
(10:09:57 PM) CdrTKirr: I have one coming I'm just... busy with getting hypnosis shows started. =X
(10:10:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Feedback keeps authors motivated!
(10:10:27 PM) CdrTKirr: Yes, yes it does.
(10:10:37 PM) CdrTKirr: Two hundred is very motivating. =P
(10:11:12 PM) CdrTKirr: But since we don't have two hundred, one per person is motivating. =P
(10:11:21 PM) CdrTKirr: <_<
(10:11:30 PM) VenyaKashar [Mibbit@dm-1706.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(10:11:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Very much so. :)
(10:11:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then, kickass writing week.
(10:11:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Let's get started!
(10:12:13 PM) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(10:12:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:12:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (I'm having puppy issues so keep that in mind. :( )
(10:12:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:13:13 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(10:14:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight, we are all being treated to a Thank-You dinner on Refuge, hosted by Venya Kashar, for solving their seismic issues. Anti-Orion Pheromone shots have already been given out, of course.
(10:14:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:14:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then....
(10:14:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:14:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:15:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:15:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Is this a dress uniform occasion?
(10:15:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: If so, McKnight forgot about a drill he has to run.
(10:15:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (No)
(10:15:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Ah, good.
(10:15:55 PM) VenyaKashar: :: gestures over a table filled with grand fare, mostly Terran in nature, but there are some strange dishes :: Thank you all for coming, and most importantly, for your help!
(10:17:01 PM) VenyaKashar: Our scientists have reported that the quakes should be completely removed as a problem going forward with Refuge's future.
(10:17:09 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Looks over the table for bacon, so he doesn't accidentally step in the way of it and Harper.::
(10:17:27 PM) CdrHarper: :: perks up since someone thought about bacon, looks for it ::
(10:17:38 PM) CdrHarper: :: is baconpathic ::
(10:18:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, Ms. Kashar. We're happy to have lent our assistance.
(10:18:57 PM) CdrTKirr: :: seated next to Blackthorne, looking over the table ::
(10:19:10 PM) VenyaKashar: :: raises her wineglass :: To a new era of friendship between the Federation and Refuge, a sanctuary in this wild area of space!
(10:20:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: raises his glass :: Hear hear!
(10:20:34 PM) CdrTKirr: :: raises her glass ::
(10:21:09 PM) VenyaKashar: :: raises her glass, still looking for bacon ::
(10:21:17 PM) LtKuari: :: crouches in place of a chair at the far end of the table, goggling at all the food ::
(10:21:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: raises her glass ::
(10:21:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Plays along, raising his own glass:: Yeah, well...let's hope it doesn't get TOO civilized around here. I can pop on back to the core worlds any time, you know.
(10:22:18 PM) VenyaKashar: :: drinks and sits down to enjoy the meal ::
(10:22:39 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Raises her glass along with the others.::
(10:23:35 PM) CdrTKirr: :: takes a sip of her exotic fruit tea and spoons at the nearest salad dish ::
(10:24:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: finds the steak and chooses the filet ::
(10:25:18 PM) CdrHarper: :: finds that the filet is wrapped in bacon and takes that! ::
(10:26:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: noms on the food, more intent on the medical curiosities serving the food ::
(10:26:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Spears himself a slab of beef and some mashed potatoes:: You replicate any horseradish?
(10:27:04 PM) LtKuari: :: remembers her manners and uses the utensils to divide her own portions from the platters onto her plate before biting at them ::
(10:27:18 PM) VenyaKashar: Replicate? Oh, dear Colonel, I have the real thing. :: gestures, and a few moments later a muscled bare-chested Orion man presents horseradish to McKnight ::
(10:27:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: tries not to drool at the horseradish server ::
(10:29:13 PM) CdrHarper: :: bacons ::
(10:30:24 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks at the bare-chested men with a cynical eye, but then turns back to her food. Munchity munch!::
(10:30:32 PM) CdrTKirr: :: spreads a mild sauce on a hot slice of long-grain bread with a knife then proceeds to cut it into squares and stabs the pieces up with a fork ::
(10:30:37 PM) VenyaKashar: Very nice fare, Ms. Kashar.
(10:30:42 PM) VenyaKashar: (Dammit)
(10:30:50 PM) VenyaKashar: Why, thank you! :: answers herself ::
(10:31:48 PM) CdrTKirr: Indeed. Your culinary resources are quite impressive.
(10:32:34 PM) VenyaKashar: What's the point of wealth and connections if you don't enjoy yourself with them now and then, yes?
(10:32:38 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Tries not to look distasteful at the restaurant harem arrangement:: Uh...thanks.
(10:33:20 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Sorry that was McKnight)
(10:33:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I suppose so. ::chuckles ::
(10:33:41 PM) LtKuari: :: pinches something pink, yellow, and fluffly off a platter and eyes it curiously, sniffs it, pokes it with the tip of her tongue, then noms it ::
(10:34:34 PM) CdrTKirr: One must be reminded of one's wealth in the form of celebrations.
(10:36:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods in agreement as he bacons ::
(10:36:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Mike, PM)
(10:38:54 PM) LtKuari: :: gasps in a dragon sort of way when her eyes set on a chocolate pudding ::
(10:40:02 PM) VenyaKashar: :: as the guests settle in :: Oolot, please show in Mr. Stone.
(10:40:27 PM) VenyaKashar: Oolot, AKA Mr. Chest> :: silently goes through the doors ::
(10:41:35 PM) VenyaKashar: Oolot> :: returns with a human in tow :: Mr. Keith Stone.
(10:41:44 PM) Keith_Stone [Mibbit@dm-27274.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:42:19 PM) VenyaKashar: As part of my end of our deal, aside from transferring all intelligence I have on the pirate operations in this area to Atlantis, I have arranged a guide for you as you proceed deeper into the Hinterlands.
(10:42:22 PM) CdrTKirr: :: cranes her neck to follow the newcomer in ::
(10:42:43 PM) VenyaKashar: Keith here has been around the block a few times, I think you'd say.
(10:43:43 PM) LtKuari: :: normally wouldn't care that another being has joined them, but her marine training kicks in and she straightens from her food to look over Mr. Stone ::
(10:45:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ::: assesses the man :: Nice to meet you, Mr. Stone. Your diligence is appreciated, Ms. Kashar.
(10:45:29 PM) CdrTKirr: :: nods to Stone politely ::
(10:46:15 PM) LtKuari: :: tries to get a sniff of Mr. Stone but all the food fouls her attempt ::
(10:47:43 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Grins toothily from behind his sunglasses as he flicks aside his toothpick:: That you could. You know I'd take it all back for one night with you, of course. Hopefully, proving to the brass here that you're serious will show the same for me, eh?
(10:47:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: medi-scans the new guy, scanner hidden on her lap ::
(10:49:40 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks at Mr. Stone with mild disgust, and really begins to wish she was in her quarters with some tools and pizza.::
(10:50:02 PM) CdrTKirr: :: perks eyebrow ::
(10:50:50 PM) VenyaKashar: :: the corner of her mouth perks up just slightly :: I know, Keith, but please do try to act civilized.
(10:51:06 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::One gets the clear impression his brain cells are working overtime to be as suave as possible. One can sadly be less sure, what with his hair tucked under a weathered old baseball cap, if that long hair hanging out the back signifies an actual mullet.::
(10:51:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Crap, sorry. Forgot about tabs again.)
(10:52:13 PM) LtKuari: :: watches Stone with both eyes ::
(10:53:06 PM) Keith_Stone: I'll do my best, hun. 'Course I got the impression my being less than one with polite and settled society if exactly how I'm in a position to help, yeah?
(10:53:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes Stones implants and snickers to herself ::
(10:54:00 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Turns a seat around to sit down, resting on the back as he pulls over the steak plate.:: So, what can I do you fine folks for?
(10:54:49 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyes the steak plate, wagering the risk with mulletman hovering over it ::
(10:54:50 PM) LtKuari: :: averts her eyes and noms a potato off her plate ::
(10:55:07 PM) VenyaKashar: You're to guide them through dangerous space, Keith.
(10:55:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes Kates gaze :: Pass the steak please?
(10:57:02 PM) CdrHarper: :: steals the steak from Keith's guard and spears a piece, then passes it along to Roxy ::
(10:57:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Grabs something that looks vaguely chocolatey. Maybe that will soothe the unrest caused by her realizing they're going to be led around by this dude.::
(10:58:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: helps herself to more steak ::
(10:58:50 PM) CdrTKirr: :: glances at Blackthorne, unreadable to most but a discerning eye would catch her wariness ::
(10:59:14 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Showing off greater alertness at least than his demanor suggests, he manages to fork himself a big ole slab, transferring it onto a nearby plate:: THROUGH dangerous space, is it?
(10:59:50 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Turns his shaded gaze to Blackthorne with a knowing grin:: Yours is that world destroyer parked out yonder, am I right?
(11:00:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: skeptical of his ability to do so :: That's right.
(11:00:25 PM) LtKuari: :: spoons plump honeyed beans into a bowl and busies her mouth with lapping at them carefully while her eyes remain trained on Stone ::
(11:02:14 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Whistles:: Hot diggity. A Sovereign. You don't take one of those on the path of least reistance. You take one of those LOOKING for trouble. Or am I just talking out my ass?
(11:02:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes his knowledge of Federation classes of ship :: We prefer to avoid trouble.
(11:04:13 PM) LtKuari: :: nods along with Blackthorne, glad someone in authority is setting Stone right ::
(11:05:39 PM) LtKuari: :: notes the steak is popular and sniffs gingerly at a platter of it as it's set down right next to her plate ::
(11:07:24 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Reaches down into a boot sheathe and comes back up with a knife he uses to cut his own steak:: Don't mind me. Gotta show that gristle who's boss. Fine, fine. Mission of peace it is. Little boring for my taste, but if this IS a favor for Venya, so I guess I'm down with that. Where you shinin' the light of civilization this week?
(11:07:29 PM) CdrTKirr: :: refills her glass with a pitcher and sets it down, then picks up a wine bottle and offers to top off Blackthorne's glass ::
(11:08:34 PM) CdrTKirr: ( That is, if you're having wine... you never said, it was Venya that had it )
(11:09:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::His hand instinctively (And out of sight) travels down to his own concealed phaser. If the personalized silverware gets too close to another guest, it's going to get ugly.::
(11:09:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to T'Kirr with gratitude, and looks back at Keith, unsure whether or not to trust him :: A crippling blow against the pirate infrastructure would be ideal.
(11:11:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles for no apparent reason ::
(11:11:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I trust you have knowledge of such?
(11:13:23 PM) LtKuari: :: forks a steak into her mouth, swallows, and waits curiously, her attention turned inward ::
(11:13:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Mutters to McKnight as she sees him tensing:: And I thought my ex was a creeper. We really have to travel with this guy?
(11:15:50 PM) LtKuari left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:15:57 PM) LtKuari [Mibbit@dm-8915.100.103.97.cfl.res.rr.com] entered the room.
(11:16:17 PM) LtKuari: ( Erm, okay don't block an ad while simming, check )
(11:16:35 PM) Keith_Stone: Well, now. I thought you said you guys wanted to avoid trouble. I can lead you into those waters, Blackthorne, but it's gonna be full of sharks.
(11:17:17 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Helps himself to the wine bottle, and pours himself a double portion::
(11:17:36 PM) CdrTKirr: Then can we trust you will do everything in your power to keep the smell of blood from those waters?
(11:17:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Avoiding trouble on the way is ideal. When we get there, we have a message to send.
(11:18:47 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Looks at T'Kirr blankly:: I'm sure that was one clever metaphor, sweetie. But it just plain lost me.
(11:19:44 PM) CdrHarper: :: almost facepalms ::
(11:19:49 PM) CdrTKirr: :: does the Vulcan version of the eye roll and focuses on her beverage ::
(11:21:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hopes she never has to repair this guy ::
(11:21:58 PM) Keith_Stone: How about we just stick to the working man's English. We're not more than a few days from space claimed by a sumbitch name of Ranzik. The name pirate gets thrown around, rumor has it his stock and trade is slaves, and I've had a couple run ins with his goon squad. How's that float your boat?
(11:22:03 PM) VenyaKashar: Keith here has been invaluable to me in that aspect. ::: tries to do damage control, wanting to smack the hell out of the man ::
(11:22:05 PM) LtKuari: :: watches and listens to the leaders speak, licking her jaws canine-style ::
(11:22:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That, Mr. Stone, is what we're here for.
(11:24:43 PM) Keith_Stone: Fuckin' A. Can we drink on it proper like, or would that violate your Federation decorum?
(11:25:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles again :: We can indeed. :: raises a glass :
(11:26:17 PM) CdrTKirr: :: takes the cue and raises her glass ::
(11:27:00 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Raises his own glass, then promptly drains it:: Great. To law and order and all that good shit.
(11:27:32 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sighs lightly, and raises her glass. Hey, at least the guy's not a mechanic, right? Right?!::
(11:27:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smirks and drinks ::
(11:28:17 PM) CdrTKirr: :: sips ::
(11:28:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: can't seem to get a read on the guy, much to his annoyance :: Colonel McKnight, please see to it that our guest has ... proper... arrangements upon our return to the ship.
(11:28:40 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ("By the way, your chair squeaks. Here, lemme break out my trusty can of WD40.")
(11:28:48 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ("NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!")
(11:29:16 PM) CdrHarper: :: has had all the bacon she can bacon ::
(11:29:43 PM) LtKuari: :: hopes she's assigned to guard Stone's room ::
(11:31:08 PM) Keith_Stone: ::Looking on in admiration as Harper shovels in the dead pig:: "Dayum. Were my heart not now and forever claimed by another, that'd be my kind of woman."
(11:31:50 PM) CdrTKirr: ( Go ahead... submit to the facepalm. I did. )
(11:32:03 PM) VenyaKashar: There now, wonderful!
(11:32:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Already done!)
(11:32:36 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Throws up a little in her mouth.::
(11:33:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: noms a little bacon, smiles because Kate needs a new man ::
(11:33:47 PM) CdrHarper: :: oblivious to the ludicrous notion ::
(11:34:04 PM) CdrTKirr: :: eyes people over the rim of her glass ::
(11:34:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:34:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:34:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SI
(11:34:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: M
(11:34:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses ::
(11:34:59 PM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:35:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: pauses ::
(11:36:00 PM) LtKuari: :: poofs ::
(11:36:03 PM) LtKuari left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:36:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, next week, we're on our way to deal with this Ranzik character!
(11:36:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yay bloody bodies!
(11:38:37 PM) CdrTKirr: What
(11:38:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good job this week in the sim and especially on the mailstring.
(11:38:50 PM) CdrTKirr: Oh that's a medical description, nm
(11:38:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Well theres bound to be fighting.
(11:40:14 PM) VenyaKashar left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:41:36 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: See ya's next week
(11:41:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:43:16 PM) CdrTKirr: Bed time. Night.
(11:43:27 PM) CdrTKirr left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:48:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all!