Conversation with #ussatlantis at 02-Nov-11 20:58:01 on (irc)

(20:58:01) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: As the serum of life is being administered in the clinic, an angry mob has formed outside, convinced in the way that mobs are that they're being screwed somehow.
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(20:58:09) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(20:58:22) CdrTKirr: Hello. =)
(21:01:00) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:01:12) CdrTKirr: Colonel.
(21:01:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:02:41) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:05:06) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:05:12) ColDougMcKnight: (Ah, there we go.)
(21:05:38) LtCmdrBusard [] entered the room.
(21:05:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening!
(21:06:29) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy!
(21:06:45) CdrTKirr: Great log, guys. ^_~
(21:07:28) VAdmBlackthorne: Thanks!
(21:08:02) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah, much appreciated!
(21:08:14) ColDougMcKnight: And your suspicions were correct. That one took us awhile.
(21:08:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, we started back in mid September, I think?
(21:08:25) CdrTKirr: Hah
(21:08:45) CdrTKirr: Jason mentioned it once a while back
(21:08:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Early September, actually. :V
(21:09:23) VAdmBlackthorne: A moment, folks, behind the scenes plot talks for the next bit.
(21:09:51) LtCmdrBusard: 'Kay!
(21:13:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, we can go ahead and get started, I think.
(21:13:39) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(21:14:56) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:15:01) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(21:15:07) LtCmdrBusard: (P.S. Mike's in the bathroom)
(21:15:29) VAdmBlackthorne: ((ROFL so that's what he told me he had to take care of)
(21:16:44) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Three days have passed. Those that were infected have been allowed to return to the ship, but have been on doctor mandated rest and have not yet returned to duty, until now. We still orbit Gencodia, assisting in the clean-up.
(21:18:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:18:58) VAdmBlackthorne: OK then...
(21:19:00) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:19:01) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:19:02) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:19:22) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:19:45) CdrTKirr: :: steps onto the Bridge and takes an uncharacteristic moment to survey the scene before walking up to the center ::
(21:19:54) DrRoxanneCarre: :: taking notes about all the slackers in bed ::
(21:20:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns as T'Kirr enters and smiles :: Welcome back, Commander.
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(21:21:16) CdrTKirr: (Imposter!)
(21:21:33) LtCmdrBusard: (*STAB STAB STAB*)
(21:21:56) VAdmBlackthorne: (Stupid disconnect!)
(21:21:58) DrRoxanneCarre: (*sedates imposter*)
(21:22:37) LtCmdrBusard: (Sorry, channeling Hamlet :-P)
(21:23:08) VAdmBlackthorne: (Don't make me go West Side Story on you again)
(21:23:31) LtCmdrBusard: :: Nervously approaches the Security office ::
(21:23:44) CdrTKirr: (I'm gonna buy DT's Hamlet soon I swear >_<)
(21:24:23) VAdmBlackthorne: (I haaaave it)
(21:24:49) CdrTKirr: :: seats herself dutifully and begins to immerse herself in the usual passes of overnight sensor logs, duty rosters and department reports ::
(21:24:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Mayor Cleese> :: finally returns to his office to find a ginormous desk that wasn't there before ::
(21:24:54) CdrTKirr: (You do not!)
(21:25:14) VAdmBlackthorne: (Do too)
(21:25:51) CdrTKirr: (Tease.)
(21:25:55) LtCmdrBusard: (Nooo, not West Side Story!)
(21:26:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns as T'Kirr enters and smiles :: Welcome back, Commander. (apparently that was lost in the disconnect)
(21:27:06) ColDougMcKnight: :: Has just cleared the armed checkpoint at the entrance, as it happens, and is now somewhat uncomfortably waving off a series of enthusiastic greetings as he enters the wide open floor where most of those with desks have them set up and where briefings are held.:: Yeah, yeah. Calm down, folks. I was down with the space flu for a bit, that's all.
(21:27:29) CdrTKirr: :: looks up and meets Blackthorne's smile with a grateful twinkle in her eye :: Admiral. Good to be back... healthy.
(21:27:59) CdrTKirr: (Psst btw I really like what you did with Bernie =P)
(21:28:07) ColDougMcKnight: And most of that was over my objection, for the record. Point is, we don't need to feel like I dodged a bullet. A softball, maybe.
(21:28:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, I'm certainly glad to have you back. I can't do all the paperwork alone, you know.
(21:28:29) LtCmdrBusard: (Yay! Thanks :-))
(21:28:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: simply stands and salutes ::
(21:29:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Cleese> Gordon Bennett, now that's a desk. Why is it here?
(21:31:00) CdrTKirr: :: raises an eyebrow, taking his teasing in stride :: I know you can't. It seems you couldn't perform your duties adequately without me. :: whispers :: But we won't allow that to circulate the ship. We wouldn't want to compromise your image.
(21:31:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Tennant> :: walks in with a medical report :: Gift from Admiral Blackthorne, I believe.
(21:31:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: chuckles :: It's appreciated!
(21:31:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Besides, I can only move my office so many times before someone tosses me in a padded room.
(21:32:08) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes that most of the slackers were not properly hydrated before receiving the serum, ponders suspending it in a hydrating fluid ::
(21:32:08) LtCmdrBusard: :: Enters the Security office, and begins to go through the checkpoint. She makes a nervous cough to announce her presence.::
(21:32:09) CdrTKirr: :: reaches for Blackthorne's hand and gives it a squeeze while analyzing his appearance :: How are *you* recovering?
(21:32:34) CdrTKirr: (Don't cough, you'll scare someone!)
(21:32:43) LtCmdrBusard: (lmao)
(21:32:47) LtCmdrBusard: (whooooops)
(21:32:51) CdrTKirr: (O gawd she's infekted!)
(21:34:02) ColDougMcKnight: :: Glances over, noting the new arrival in progress, and keeps his reaction to a modest smile. Professionalism, and all. Well, McKnight style. :: I'll vouch for her, guys. Besides, I didn't dodge softballs just to come back to a broken replicator, now did I?
(21:35:15) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll be fine, I'm not the one that was hit with a biological weapon.
(21:36:34) LtCmdrBusard: :: Noting everyone who's there, Percy turns a little red.:: Oh, hey. Uh, silly me, guess I didn't think it would be so crowded in here. ::She appears to be fiddling with something behind her back::
(21:37:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> I do believe I have a rifle to field strip. Sirs. :: exits, getting the hint ::
(21:38:57) CdrTKirr: :: can feel the truth of his words by his proximity, and it's amplified when she takes his hand, but nods in response, having wanted to hear his affirming words :: Anything interesting happen since your last visit to my forced stay in my quarters?
(21:41:05) ColDougMcKnight: :: The others are a little slower on the uptake, which is really sad given that Syvek's a Vulcan and all, but soon enough, a muddled chorus of mumbled excuses to be elsewhere make their way across to the pair...though McKnight rather suspects most of them actually aren't going far, and a good many seem to be heading out in the general vicinity of the
(21:41:58) ColDougMcKnight: surveillance monitoring room. Still, it's a SEMBLANCE of privacy, and on a starship, while he's on duty, he figures that's about as much as he could as for. :: So! What can I do for you, Commander?
(21:42:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, no, I only left our quarters an hour ago. It's just good to see you back here, where you belong.
(21:44:20) CdrTKirr: :: looks back to the screen and takes a deep breath :: Of course. I suppose it's been... difficult for me to relax the last two days while I've felt my place was here.
(21:46:20) DrRoxanneCarre: :: fills out the lengthy discovery patent paperwork for the CarreTav virus serum registration ::
(21:46:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Believe me, I know. :: chuckles ::
(21:47:14) CdrHarper: :: arrives on the bridge and smiles when she sees T'Kirr back :: Commander, welcome back, ma'am.
(21:47:20) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> A subspace communique comes in, on a secure but non-Starfleet channel, flagged for Admiral Blackthorne's private attention.
(21:47:40) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sighs in a little relief at the more empty room, even though she's sure people are watching on monitors. She sure hopes they don't contact her minions down in Engineering, though. She sure didn't need TWO departments watching.:: Well, it seems to me...::clears her throat:: I know you already answered the pretty key question here, but, y'know, you were kind
(21:48:20) CdrTKirr: :: turns back to her reports, taking particular interest in the Gencodia document from Medical before looking up at Harper and acknowledging her greeting just before the comm comes in ::
(21:49:30) VAdmBlackthorne: ::: that comm goes directly to his chair arm before Harper can sit :: I'll take this in my ready room. :: smiles :: XO, the bridge is yours.
(21:49:42) LtCmdrBusard: of plagued at the time. So now that you're in your right mind...uh...:: She got down on one knee, taking a ringbox from behind her back. Opening it reveals a white gold, braided band. Simple, but elegant.:: Shiny?
(21:50:04) CdrHarper: :: takes HOps and checks over everything ::
(21:50:37) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the ready room and sits, having half an idea who might be calling on such a channel :: Blackthorne here.
(21:51:01) CdrTKirr: :: nods to Blackthorne before he leaves and returns her attention to her reports ::
(21:51:26) ColDougMcKnight: It IS shiny. So I've never done this before. Is it customary to chew it over for a bit first, or does that just make me a jerk?
(21:51:35) CdrTKirr: (Oh my)
(21:51:57) VAdmBlackthorne: (Awesomeawesome)
(21:53:52) LtCmdrBusard: I think that if you chew it over for any longer than about ten seconds then I have the legal right to knee you in the groin. So...I guess you COULD.
(21:53:59) LtCmdrBusard: ::grins::
(21:54:11) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> If Blackthorne guessed it might be Gerard calling, then he'd be correct. Seated in a Ready Room of his own, Hemingway being a repurposed Nebula after all, he looks about the same as last time, wearing the same old hunter green, gold trimmed officer's uniform of his company. He's added a stitched on patch over the breast, however, depicting a blue
(21:54:42) ColDougMcKnight: and white starburst pattern. This is matched by a banner hanging on the wall behind him, which he's also added since last time.
(21:55:22) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Okay, first thing's first. When we get done here, tell Doug to answer his goddam phone. He'd better be doing something darn important, that's all I can say.
(21:57:42) VAdmBlackthorne: :: is glad to hear from Gerard, but after the past week, can't help saying :: He's been fairly preoccupied while recovering from a biological attack.
(21:58:58) ColDougMcKnight: Hmmm...well I AM wearing a cup. But even so, I think I'll skip that. Persephone, come on, get up. The answer is STILL yes.
(21:59:36) VAdmBlackthorne: (YAY!)
(22:01:14) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> :: Waves it off. :: Trying to extend him any consideration over that would just get me scowled at, and you know it. Guy's always fine, in the end. Congratulations on dealing with that, though. I'd been following it on the news. I was relieved when I heard T'Kirr was alright.
(22:02:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, Ron, I appreciate that. I also appreciated the wedding gift quite a lot, especially when I drank it.
(22:03:27) LtCmdrBusard: :: Her grin widens, as she stands up :: Well, then gimme your hand, Doug.
(22:03:42) LtCmdrBusard: (*widens as)
(22:07:26) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins back as he extends his left hand. :: Do I want to know how you got my size without me catching wind of it?
(22:09:04) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Oh, well you know. I figured as long as we were running a tab of sorts anyway, why not? Speaking of which, I'd say I've all cleverly steered us toward why I felt an open channel wouldn't do for this call.
(22:09:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Go on.
(22:12:27) CdrHarper: :: taps off a message to Rox to see if she's alive ::
(22:12:41) ColDougMcKnight: d attentioWell, I don't know if news of the going on in the galaxy at large reaches your desk much, or if you have some secretary who decides if it would be a waste of your time ann, or whatever. But business has been pretty darn good of late. You may have already noticed the rebranding going on.
(22:12:55) DrRoxanneCarre: :: taps back that shes not ::
(22:13:06) ColDougMcKnight: (Huh, something got clipped off. "Time and attention" that's supposed to say.)
(22:13:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, the starburst logo is quite nice, I think. Glad to hear that business is good as well.
(22:13:58) CdrTKirr: :: notes the timestamp of the Medical log :: +Sickbay+ T'Kirr to Sickbay.
(22:14:27) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sighs :: +T'Kirr+ Sickbay here.
(22:15:26) CdrTKirr: +Carre+ What is the status of the recovery effort?
(22:16:22) LtCmdrBusard: Well, I AM on pretty good terms with a certain doctor who has certain three dimensional scans...
(22:16:24) DrRoxanneCarre: :: scans the patient graphs :: +T'Kirr+ Doesn't look like anyone will die today, most everyone seems to be improving rapidly.
(22:16:33) LtCmdrBusard: :: Slides the ring on his finger::
(22:16:37) LtCmdrBusard: ACTION> It fits! :-P
(22:16:52) CdrTKirr: +Carre+ Good to hear, Doctor. Thank you for your persistence.
(22:16:53) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Hallelujah Chorus!
(22:17:02) CdrTKirr: (Best... Action... Evar.)
(22:17:19) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ You're quite welcome. Carre out.
(22:17:23) LtCmdrBusard: (Because going through having to get a ring resized again, even in fantasy, is a pain :-P)
(22:17:42) VAdmBlackthorne: :: has a sudden urge to throw a snowball at someone and has no idea why ::
(22:18:01) ColDougMcKnight: Ah. Sneaky bitch. Does good work though, gotta give her that. The virus cure was nice too.
(22:18:07) CdrTKirr: (Yeah and then the filling comes out and you gotta go back >_<)
(22:19:34) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looking it over appreciatively. :: So I guess I owe you one of these, eh?
(22:21:02) LtCmdrBusard: :: Blushes slightly:: Well, y'know, it'd be NICE, but I guess it's not necessary.
(22:21:15) VAdmBlackthorne: I admit, I've followed the news stories, and a few official reports, where your name has come up. I figured you were okay.
(22:21:37) LtCmdrBusard: (I keep getting terrified that the stone is gonna break somehow. I know that it's a sapphire, and those things are tough, but I keep having nightmares about it breaking! :-()
(22:22:24) ColDougMcKnight: (Don't worry. I've got a hug waiting when she wakes up, if I'm there.)
(22:22:46) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pushes out a public service "nag note' reminding everyone to drink plenty of water. Listens gleefully to the varying pings, tones and vibrations she can hear as her message arrives on everyones PADDs ::
(22:23:22) CdrHarper: :: replies back that she is already drowning ::
(22:23:44) DrRoxanneCarre: (sapphires are the hardest gemstones after diamonds, its why they are so popular)
(22:24:09) VAdmBlackthorne: (Just don't hit it with a diamond! But you can tap it for blue mana.)
(22:24:31) LtCmdrBusard: (Heh, sweet. Actually I'd get green, though. 'Tis a green sapphire)
(22:24:47) LtCmdrBusard: (*tap tap*)
(22:24:50) VAdmBlackthorne: (Oh, green mana comes from mox emeralds.)
(22:25:04) LtCmdrBusard: (Aww. No mana for me?)
(22:25:11) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> :: Smiles proudly. :: Supernova Company. Between our dustup and that mess at Orban, we've kind of made a name for ourselves out here. We're in such high demand I've had to expand big time. Offices on a half dozen planets, small fleet of transports, massive recruiting drive...I've kept our headquarters on the Hemingway, of course.
(22:25:23) ColDougMcKnight: (BRB. Need to feed kitties.)
(22:25:34) DrRoxanneCarre: (sapphires are hard, doesnt matter the color I think they're an 8 on the mohs scale, I'd have to check my books)
(22:26:04) VAdmBlackthorne: (No, but you can have manamana. Doo doo do do do.)
(22:27:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Of course, she's a fine ship. Always was a fan of the nebula class.
(22:27:50) LtCmdrBusard: (Hooray!)
(22:27:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Supernova Company has a nice ring to it. I'll certainly remember it if I need to ever apply for a job!
(22:28:10) LtCmdrBusard: (Oh, yeah, I know they're hard despite color. I was just sad that I get no mana. But manamana is better!)
(22:28:59) LtCmdrBusard: (Especially since, y'know, I don't play WoW)
(22:29:26) VAdmBlackthorne: (That was actually a Magic: the Gathering reference. Which I don't play anymore either aside from a couple games a year when visiting New York.)
(22:31:24) CdrTKirr: (Been a bit quiet, Tav calling me about his orientation at Universal Studios)
(22:32:16) DrRoxanneCarre: (omg I was wrong, its 9 on the mohs scale. :s )
(22:33:16) CdrHarper: :: turns from the Helm :: Atlantis herself shows all systems at 100%, and the Mustangs are all in good shape. Their pilots are largely rested up from the extended sorties as well.
(22:34:17) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> I'll see to it there's a signing bonus waiting for you. In the meantime, however, I've got good news for you. I've finally come up with a way you might be able to pay off that favor you owe me. Well...most of it, anyway. You'd be helping yourself as well.
(22:34:23) CdrTKirr: :: nods at the good news, pleased to know they're prepared :: Thank you.
(22:34:46) CdrHarper: :: has her doubts about Chaka being hung over, but keeps them to herself ::
(22:35:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: had a feeling he was getting to that :: Go ahead.
(22:35:19) LtCmdrBusard: (Is that good? Or bad?)
(22:35:26) LtCmdrBusard: (Wait, I can look that up. Durr)
(22:35:58) LtCmdrBusard: (Nevermind. :-P)
(22:36:19) DrRoxanneCarre: (lawl, diamonds are 10 so yeah, its good)
(22:36:56) ColDougMcKnight: No, no. I'm a marine, and my people to this day stubbornly insist that they've always enjoyed Haggis. I'm not one to lightly cast aside tradition. And I assume I can find your holoscans somewhere in the Lost Harbor programming. Just give me a day or two to come up with a pattern.
(22:36:59) CdrHarper: Not that our lack of sleep was anything compared to what you went through. Er, right. Sorry.
(22:37:47) CdrHarper: :: turns back to the Helm, slightly flustered ::
(22:37:53) DrRoxanneCarre: :: taps back at Harper, stupid paperwork killed me, send flowers ::
(22:38:01) LtCmdrBusard: :: If it's possible, her grin widens:: Yay! :: And with that, she leans in and kisses her husband to be::
(22:39:39) CdrTKirr: You need not apologize. I am grateful I was able to be useful even in my compromised state. It could have been much worse.
(22:40:03) ColDougMcKnight: Well, you've been poking around the Hinterlands yourself. You must have kind of gotten the impression by now that your rep is everything. And we've been hard at work building ours. All but the dumbest of the pirates know to stay from anywhere we've got a presence and have agreed to place under our protection. Unless they'd like to discuss a contract.
(22:40:09) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard ^
(22:40:12) CdrTKirr: :: ponders a moment :: Your apology, however, is... appreciated.
(22:40:47) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> :: Grits his teeth. :: But now, as they used to say on Earth...our street cred has been challenged.
(22:41:20) CdrHarper: :: turns back to her and smiles :: Not a single person complained about what we had to do to help everyone down there.
(22:41:42) CdrHarper: Everyone knew those on the surface had it worse.
(22:42:12) VAdmBlackthorne: I think I'm getting the picture.
(22:44:28) ColDougMcKnight: :: Ah well. If they want to watch, might as well give them a show. If they're dumb enough to comment on it, he'll make sure everyone hears about how they subsequently wet their fatigues. Not only does he return the kiss, he even dips her a bit as he lets it linger well past what one generally regards as the time limit of "polite in public" ::
(22:46:45) CdrTKirr: (::throws confetti::)
(22:46:46) LtCmdrBusard: :: Well, she was certainly not expecting that! She's perfectly satisfied to continue, but once the kiss is over, and she is tipped back up, she takes a breath, quite flushed:: chuckles in a low whisper:: ...when are you off shift?
(22:47:38) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Yeah? Let me paint in some shading for you, then. This no account little shit, name of Bartanis, gets it in mind that he could stand to step up his ground game. Figures some tanks and a couple of ground attack craft will just about do the trick. But he doesn't stop there. He wants the good stuff. High end, the kind that'll give him an edge.
(22:47:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: is actually field stripping a rifle and not eavesdropping at all ::
(22:48:08) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods ::
(22:48:25) CdrTKirr: (lol)
(22:51:09) ColDougMcKnight: Help him carve out a name for himself with the Free Fleets, allow him some real influence. Only the best stuff isn't produced out here. Truth be told, I've been seeing some halfway decent knockoffs lately, but no. There's no fun bragging about your new toys without name brand recognition. That means squarely within the Federation's sphere of influence.
(22:51:29) ColDougMcKnight: And THAT means they won't touch the rat bastard with a 10 parsec pole.
(22:52:30) VAdmBlackthorne: And let me guess, he didn't come through with his end of the deal?
(22:57:12) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Hell, no. I get in touch with the company, I arrange the shipments...hell, I even sink a solid two months into training his half literate bunch of goons how to use the stuff! And then, as soon as he has the stuff, he figures he's paid the manufacturer, fair and square. My go between fee is suddenly extortion, never mind that he agreed to it up
(22:58:59) ColDougMcKnight: front. And now, I'm out my final payment. Well you know what? I'm gonna send a message, Ian. I'm gonna broadcast it all throughout these systems. That message? Nobody fucks the Supernova Company! Nobody!
(22:59:01) ColDougMcKnight: Um...8 hours?
(22:59:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, so we have a common enemy. What's your plan?
(23:00:45) LtCmdrBusard: :: Feigns a frown, with really very little genuine sadness to back it up:: Darn. Well...::sighs, looking at the ring on his finger, and smiles again:: I guess I'll see you tonight then.
(23:00:53) LtCmdrBusard: (*:: Sighs
(23:00:57) LtCmdrBusard: *)
(23:01:50) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Well, I'm open to suggestions, but I was kind of thinking we'd pay them a visit, and kick their asses so hard that you could read our boot sizes the next time they open their mouths. Between that and the not so subtle message that the company has contacts high up in Star Fleet, I'd say people will get the idea that I protect my investment.
(23:02:30) VAdmBlackthorne: I thought that might be your plan. Given the events of late, I'm strangely comfortable with it.
(23:02:52) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Oh, and did I mention? Bartanis is a known captain under a pirate I think you've had some dealings with.
(23:03:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Ashexana.
(23:03:16) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:03:17) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:03:19) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:03:35) ColDougMcKnight: Ooh, nice dramatic note to pause on. Well done.
(23:03:46) VAdmBlackthorne: TO BE CONTINUED....
(23:03:47) VAdmBlackthorne: :D
(23:03:54) CdrTKirr: Dun dun dun.... :: pauses ::
(23:05:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week we see about kicking a little ass after getting our asses kicked.
(23:05:20) CdrTKirr: I'm for that.
(23:05:54) LtCmdrBusard: Hoorah!
(23:06:35) DrRoxanneCarre: gogo us!
(23:07:44) CdrTKirr: I bid you all good night, then. Tav is home now and might chat if anyone's receptive to it as I leave this screen on. =X
(23:07:47) LtKuari left the room.
(23:07:48) DrRoxanneCarre: night everyone!
(23:07:57) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(23:07:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all!