Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Jun 6 21:01:16 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
(21:01:16) The topic for #ussatlantis is: Repairs continue aboard Atlantis as Blackthorne is deep in discussions with Admiral Zuriyev and the Bolian Ambassador Basko, learning our fate.
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(21:01:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:02:24) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@r-07-906-00-095.hsd4.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:02:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:03:05) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@r-07-906-00-095.hsd4.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:03:24) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(21:03:40) CdrTKirr: Heya.
(21:04:05) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy.
(21:04:10) LtCmdrBusard left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:04:26) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@r-07-906-00-095.hsd4.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:04:28) LtCmdrBusard: Oops.
(21:07:22) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:08:02) ColDougMcKnight: Evening, Chance.
(21:08:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks
(21:08:17) EnsignJohnTChance: Hi everybody, sorry I'm late.
(21:10:00) EnsignJohnTChance: So how's everyone doing tonight?
(21:10:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Meh.
(21:10:42) CdrTKirr: Other than fighting with Blender, good =)
(21:11:17) ColDougMcKnight: We're actually out tonight. But we managed to get a hold of a wireless connection. So...okay?
(21:12:43) LtCmdrBusard: Also, meh.
(21:13:52) LtLedaHarper [Talaith@70.58.sk.yg] entered the room.
(21:14:00) LtLedaHarper: Good grief, there it goes.
(21:14:08) EnsignJohnTChance: Wow. Seems to be a lot of "Meh" going around.
(21:14:15) CdrTKirr: Seems like. =/
(21:14:19) LtCmdrBusard: Well, I have an excuse.
(21:14:23) LtCmdrBusard: :-(
(21:14:33) CdrTKirr: I doubted you didn't.
(21:14:49) LtCmdrBusard: HOW DARE YOU DOUBT IT :-P
(21:15:42) EnsignJohnTChance: Come on...how bad could it be? We had a ton of rain, lots of lightning, and some angry managers that didn't think we should fight a pirate duel even though it was choreographed to perfection.
(21:16:08) LtCmdrBusard: Um...I'm menstruating?
(21:16:23) EnsignJohnTChance: Okay...that's bad.
(21:16:34) LtCmdrBusard: And recovering from a highly vigorous fight choreo practice. Also, sick.
(21:16:36) LtCmdrBusard: Win?
(21:16:46) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll take TMI for 100, Alex.
(21:17:07) LtCmdrBusard: MY VAGINA IS BLEEEEEEDIIIIIING!
(21:17:27) LtLedaHarper: Busard, pull yourself together!
(21:17:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah yeah, you and half the world.
(21:17:42) CdrTKirr: Not all at the same time. >_>
(21:17:55) LtCmdrBusard: Oh god, that would be horrible.
(21:19:02) EnsignJohnTChance: Thank you God for making me a man...Thank you God for making me a man...Thank you God for making me a man...
(21:19:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Hell yeah.
(21:19:49) LtLedaHarper: You do realize you're outnumbered.
(21:20:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Been that way on this sim for a while now. :V
(21:20:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then, let's get rolling.
(21:20:37) CdrTKirr: o.O
(21:20:42) LtKuari: Do I count?
(21:21:05) LtCmdrBusard: Do you menstruate?
(21:21:08) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ezrd-57-821-03-195.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:21:14) LtCmdrBusard: Wait, no, I'm not sure I want to know.
(21:21:17) EnsignJohnTChance: Count? One Rucara...Ha ha ha ha.
(21:21:21) VAdmBlackthorne: That actually reminded me of Charity Suite trying to use innuendo to ask Kate about her period and Kate was clueless.
(21:21:27) LtCmdrBusard: lmao
(21:21:32) LtCmdrBusard: Oh Charity.
(21:21:42) LtCmdrBusard: I miss that sassy lady.
(21:21:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, she was hilarious.
(21:22:14) LtLedaHarper: 'One more thing, Ivanova. Why am I getting these cramps?'
(21:22:23) LtKuari: :: decides not to answer as no one really wants to know ::
(21:23:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get rolling
(21:23:17) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:23:48) EnsignJohnTChance: :: AA ::
(21:23:48) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:24:03) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:27:08) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight, after a heroic effort by Engineering, the Atlantis is back in (outwardly, at least) pristine shape. The Rixx and Surprise have joined us to be escorted to Earth for diplomatic talks. As ordered, we are hosting a formal reception for Charles Coburn and Ashexana. All may attend, though formal dress uniforms are required.
(21:28:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Question?
(21:28:56) ColDougMcKnight: Shall I give my friend Charles a call, then?
(21:28:57) CdrTKirr: Isn't "pristine" a bit too strong a word, even outwardly? Sorry, Percy.
(21:28:59) LtLedaHarper: (I do not envy you commanding types.)
(21:29:21) LordCoburn [Mibbit@r-07-906-00-095.hsd4.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:29:25) LtKuari: Do I have a dress uniform? =x
(21:29:43) LtKuari: 'Cause I would really like to know what it looks like.
(21:29:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Ha!!
(21:29:59) LtKuari left the room.
(21:30:08) ColDougMcKnight: No. She has to sit in the corner.
(21:30:10) CdrTKirr: :: facepalms ::
(21:30:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, here we go....
(21:30:16) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:30:17) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:30:18) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:30:40) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Blackthorne to McKnight. :: in his quarters, adjusting his dress uniform ::
(21:30:42) LtKuari [TKirr@50.89.qt.vm] entered the room.
(21:31:35) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Go ahead, sir.
(21:31:39) CdrTKirr: :: in the living area nearer to the door than Blackthorne, momentarily horrified as she picks a speck off her own uniform ::
(21:32:20) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ It goes without saying, Colonel, that I want security glued to these folks every second they're aboard.
(21:33:20) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Yes, sir. It does. And, uh, given that I'm more security detail than dinner guest, about this crap about showing up in a dress uniform...
(21:34:26) LtKuari: :: makes an absurdly exaggerated face in the mirror of her quarters at the draped fabric crisscrossing her wings, not finding it so distasteful to look at, but agreeing with others that have complained about dress uniforms always seeming to be uncomfortable and restricting ::
(21:34:31) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Well played, Colonel. I think that your presence in armor would send a message.
(21:35:28) LtKuari: It's like... if I had to fly if my life depended on it, I'd be as helpless as a 'Cara in a slip. Hello everybody, both my wings are broken, don't mind me.
(21:35:28) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins :: +Blackthorne+ Yeah, message. Absolutely. Always thinking about our image.
(21:36:07) LtKuari: (( Save me, boss! ))
(21:36:46) LtLedaHarper: (Save us both.)
(21:37:00) LtKuari: (( I was first. ))
(21:37:17) LtLedaHarper: (Okay FINE.)
(21:37:47) CdrTKirr: :: tugs gently at the longer ends of her dress uniform, never quite getting used to it ::
(21:37:49) ColDougMcKnight: (Get away from him! He's mine!)
(21:37:53) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Of course. Blackthorne out. :: turns to T'Kirr ::
(21:37:57) ColDougMcKnight: (Um...that was Percy)
(21:38:01) LtLedaHarper: (...um.)
(21:38:11) LtKuari: (( That was... confusing. ))
(21:38:21) LtCmdrBusard: (We're on a lappy. I got the tabs mixed up.)
(21:39:22) LtKuari: :: steps away from her mirror, testing the way the material moves as her long back serpentines, attempting to think on who's bad habit of talking to oneself she picked up from ::
(21:39:59) CdrTKirr: :: looks towards Blackthorne in the now silence, having heard him end his comm ::
(21:41:10) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks over McKnight's shoulder.:: I...don't suppose I could pretend to be in security today? My dress uniform kinda rides up. Also, white's not the most flattering color ever.
(21:41:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Shall we? :: offers an arm ::
(21:41:51) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Stops walking down the crew corridor long enough to read the message on the same device in his left hand. He frowns at what he sees, lowering his hand and the device from view :: Why the hell would the department want ME at some damned diplomatic party? I don't know who these people ARE...and I'm not sure I HAVE a dress uniform!
(21:42:16) CdrTKirr: :: ducks her head in agreement and takes it ::
(21:42:28) LtCmdrBusard: ::CHuckles :: Well, I could pretend not to notice, but Blackthorne may get a little cranky. Sorry, hun.
(21:43:35) ColDougMcKnight: (^ Me)
(21:43:48) LtLedaHarper: (This is going to be entertaining.)
(21:43:51) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks to T'Kirr toward the transporter room, which when they arrive, is full of security ::
(21:43:53) EnsignJohnTChance: I don't even LIKE parties...I'm just a dumb kid from a Martian mining colony who happens to be good with computers. It might be better if I had a date...or at least some mixed nuts.
(21:44:16) VAdmBlackthorne: (There are plenty of mixed nuts here)
(21:44:46) ColDougMcKnight: Computer, relay the following message to every scheduled member of the diplomatic security detail. "This is McKnight. Ditch the monkey suits, and go find your REAL Sunday best. We dress to impress tonight."
(21:44:50) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Starts to chuckle, stops and then frowns :: It's lame jokes like that that never gets you invited to parties, Chance.
(21:45:01) CdrTKirr: (It's more entertaining when Kuari does it)
(21:45:06) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Walks toward his quarters, mumbling ::
(21:46:16) LtKuari: :: looks up at the message and stands still a moment, then gasps in delight and futilely tries to flap the offending uniform off ::
(21:47:13) CdrTKirr: :: takes in the security detail, thinking this to be one of the more interesting parties they've hosted ::
(21:47:58) LtKuari: :: finally stops flapping, which was more like flailing with nothing to catch air, and just barely keeps herself from attacking it with her teeth before carefully unfastening it with her hands ::
(21:48:27) VAdmBlackthorne: TR Chief> They're ready to come aboard, Admiral.
(21:48:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Guess who's coming to dinner. Look sharp, everyone!
(21:49:33) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sighs:: Fine, fine. White monstrosity it is. :: Grabs her dress uniform out of a drawer, grumbling::
(21:49:46) LtKuari: :: quickly changes outfits into her Tactical something and heads out into the ship towards the party ::
(21:50:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Energize.
(21:51:02) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Now in his quarters, looks at the reflection in the mirror of a man that looks just like him, but who is wearing a slightly rumpled dress uniform. He smiles at what he sees :: Actually, you don't look at that bad now do you, Martian? Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
(21:51:33) LtLedaHarper: :: Leda, suited up, has at least applied the proper level of spit and polish to her still minimally-nicked tactical armor. She is appropriately armed - meaning it's only around half the usual ordinance. ::
(21:52:08) CdrTKirr: :: looks on ::
(21:52:36) Ashexana [Mibbit@ezrd-57-821-03-195.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:52:49) ColDougMcKnight: ::Strides into the transporter room a moment after Blackthorne gives the order, already armored up, sans helmet, in anticipation of having been able to talk the Admiral into the costume change. :: Sir.
(21:53:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles :: Colonel.
(21:53:24) Ashexana left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:53:37) CdrTKirr: (Oh God, we lost her! YAY!)
(21:53:42) Ashexana [Mibbit@ezrd-57-821-03-195.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:53:50) Ashexana: (Not that easy, dear!)
(21:54:02) LtLedaHarper: (Nice try.)
(21:55:03) Ashexana: :: appears in a shimmer on the transporter pad, in a fabulous black gown, her ears and neck adorned with diamonds :: Ian! Thank you so much for having us aboard!
(21:55:40) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Looks around the room to make sure no one has entered. Then, lifting both arms, he breaks into a waltz with an invisible partner :: Perhaps it won't be so bad at that. Perhaps I'll meet someone tonight...perhaps I'll meet the girl of my dreams. :: stops, pondering suddenly :: I wonder what the girl of my dreams would look like?
(21:56:04) LtKuari: :: arrives at (Ten Forward?) and takes her place inside in a corner where she can survey the entire room, thankful she wasn't posted outside the doors ::
(21:56:38) VAdmBlackthorne: (It's actually in holodeck two, forgot to mention that. Set up like a large Starfleet reception hall)
(21:56:39) LordCoburn: :: Shimmers into being on the pad beside, her wearing his usual coat and boots...and a baseball hat and sunglasses. He is holding a six pack of lite beer in one hand. :: Yo.
(21:57:19) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Ponders the question some more :: I wonder if she were in the same room, standing right beside me, if I'd even notice...if I'd recognize her at all.
(21:57:53) VAdmBlackthorne: :: does his best not to react to Coburn's attire :: Welcome back, Mr. Coburn.
(21:58:02) LtKuari: :: finds herself next to a pot, which would never be in Ten Forward, because flying things on a ship means lost integrity, and holodecks magically hold pots to the floor ::
(21:58:50) LtLedaHarper: :: Leda, already in her spot, touches fingertips lightly to her temple in salute as Kuari settles into position and flashes a fleeting grin. :: Evening, Lieutenant.
(21:58:55) LordCoburn: :: Looks over to Ashe with a grin. :: Looks like I owe you two strips. Still, had to try breaking the ice somehow.
(21:59:13) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Reaches into his pocket and produces a small, gold-colored metal disk...an ancient earth coin. Concentrating on its surface, he flips it into the air, catches it in his right hand and slaps it against his left wrist. He slowly removes his hand and smiles at what he sees underneath ::
(21:59:40) LordCoburn: :: Turns his gaze to Ian. :: Admiral! With your permission, I'd like to have a package beamed over. By all means, run every test on it you can think of. You'll not find anything untoward in it.
(21:59:48) LtKuari: :: nods to Leda :: I like your dress.
(22:00:41) Ashexana: Oh, pay it no mind, Charles! Your style is your own.
(22:00:52) LtLedaHarper: This old thing? :: Leda brushes fingertips over the dark armor of one hip. :: You're too kind. Looking spectacular yourself.
(22:00:54) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns to McKnight :: At your discretion, Colonel.
(22:01:59) ColDougMcKnight: :: Frowns, but nods. :: Detailed scans, AND a visual inspection, but yes. Provided our guests are willing to stick around as we open it.
(22:02:02) CdrTKirr: :: waits next to Ian, sure her look of intensity at Coburn shows nothing hostile, merely... Vulcan ::
(22:02:08) CdrHarper: :: waiting in the holodeck, looking irritated ::
(22:04:13) LordCoburn: :: Grins flippantly. :: Well, if you're going to twist my arm over it, very well!
(22:04:15) LordCoburn left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:04:20) LtKuari: Thanks. I think we share the same tailor.
(22:04:52) CdrTKirr: ( Not supposed to transport him back )
(22:06:29) ColDougMcKnight: (Not sure how that happened. One moment.)
(22:06:43) LordCoburn [Mibbit@r-07-906-00-095.hsd4.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(22:07:04) Ashexana: :: watches with an amused expression ::
(22:09:01) ColDougMcKnight: :: As soon as the tech nods his okay, McKnight steps up onto the transporter PADD as the package materializes. Opening it up, he sifts through some padding material, and with a quizzical expression, holds up a bottle of wine. One of a half dozen. ::
(22:09:13) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Races down the corridor and almost literally leaps into the turbolift with a half dozen others just before the door swish closed :: Holodeck two, please.
(22:10:05) Ashexana: :: fidgets with the dress uniform as she wanders around the fake reception hall, looking for hors d'oeuvres ::
(22:10:27) Ashexana: (Dammit, that was Kate)
(22:11:19) LordCoburn: A good Madeira. None finer. Given I'm certain you'll make a heroic effort of pretending you're pleased with holding this little gala, a little consolation gift seemed the least I could do.
(22:11:25) LtKuari: :: looks to the pot and, playful more than having the sense to set an example of decorum, slips the armored end of her tail around the pot, snaking it around the surface out of sheer curiosity as to how much of it she can make disappear ::
(22:12:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah. Thank you, Mr. Coburn. The effort is appreciated.
(22:12:07) EnsignJohnTChance: :: A Ferringi, also in full dress uniform, looks over and frowns :: Deuce Fargo (a Ferringi)> That's where we're all going, genius.
(22:12:37) CdrTKirr: :: gently perks an eyebrow at the verbal exchange ::
(22:12:55) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Stares at the somewhat diminutive, but repugnant creature, then looks away :: Sorry.
(22:14:12) LordCoburn: Well, I'm sure you have people who can see this conducted to your cabin. Shall we be off, then?
(22:14:22) Ashexana: Oh, let's!
(22:14:45) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Deuce Fargo looks Chance up and down then smiles ::
(22:14:47) Ashexana: And T'Kirr, that dress uniform looks lovely on you, dear.
(22:14:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Right this way, folks.
(22:15:23) EnsignJohnTChance: Deuce Fargo> What's a lowly Ensign doing going to a bash like this anyway? Isn't it a bit out of your league?
(22:15:51) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper has settled into the familiar at-ease of one who's done too much guard duty. Only her eyes track over to Kuari; a faint smile curves her lips before she gets back to work, watching the anxious and slowly-growing crowd of officers. ::
(22:17:36) CdrTKirr: :: bows her head graciously, making no attempt to return the compliment ::
(22:18:02) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Narrows his eyes :: I guess someone noticed my maneuver recovering one of the mines outside the ship that allowed us to disarm them all. So what did you do to get invited?
(22:18:25) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leads the party to the holodeck ::
(22:18:40) CdrTKirr: ( lol Chance )
(22:18:43) EnsignJohnTChance: Deuce Fargo> :: flashes an evil smile :: Bribe.
(22:20:04) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leads them through the doors and into the hall :: Attention on deck!
(22:20:06) LtKuari: :: feels a section of the pot collapse under the compression and releases it immediately, looking caught as she cocks her head a couple of times, then surreptitiously rotates the pot with a foot so the punctured section faces the wall before returning to attention ::
(22:21:24) CdrHarper: :: puts down a bacon-wrapped something and snaps to ::
(22:21:29) LordCoburn: :: Rests a hand idly on the hilt of his rapier, taking a good look around the accomodations. :: I'm impressed. Third visit to this fine vessel, but I don't believe I ever made it here before. So...what's on the menu?
(22:21:55) EnsignJohnTChance: :: the turbolift doors swish open. Chance charges out ahead of the others. He shakes his head, shooting a backwards glance at the Ferengi :: What an asshole.
(22:23:13) CdrHarper: Anything you like, Mr. Coburn.
(22:23:17) CdrHarper: (Ian)
(22:23:28) CdrTKirr: :: sticks with Ian, surveying the crew of the room, running through a mental checklist ::
(22:24:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gestures to the officers coming to attention :: Welcome to the Atlantis. :: raises his voice :: Ladies and gentlemen, our guests of honor! Ms. Ashexana and Mr. Charles Coburn!
(22:24:27) LtKuari: :: flares her nostrils at the scent of Coburn, but nothing else moves ::
(22:24:52) Ashexana: Let no one say that we weren't treated with grand hospitality!
(22:26:11) VAdmBlackthorne: It's our pleasure.
(22:26:28) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Adjusting his uniform, Chance waits for the holodeck doors to slide aside and then saunters into the party. He is at first surprised by the sheer size of the grand hall, and then he is quickly intimidated by the sheer rank of everyone present except him ::
(22:27:28) VAdmBlackthorne: At ease!
(22:27:51) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hating every minute of this ::
(22:27:52) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Suddenly feeling like he should be carrying a tray of drinks in the face of the great and near great, he reaches out to the first tray passing him, takes a glass from it and drains it without the slightest notice of what the drink is and what species it was intended for ::
(22:28:23) LordCoburn: :: Strides forward a fewe stsps to address the assembled. :: Officers and men, fine and honorable adversaries, my thanks for your kind welcome, ordered or not. It is my sincere hope that by the end of this visit, I might be able to get a sincere smile out of SOMEONE here. I certainly intend to try.
(22:28:50) CdrHarper: :: almost snorts ::
(22:29:27) LtKuari: :: slips from attention, but stays pretty much the same except moving her head when needed ::
(22:30:09) Ashexana: Yes, so much better to be partying in here than fighting out there, don't you all think?
(22:30:33) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Manages to hold on to the glass with one hand, but raises the other to his throat and begins to cough spasmodically ::
(22:30:46) LtLedaHarper: (Sorry, guys, work call, bleah)
(22:31:01) LtKuari: :: tugs a bit at her upper lips, restraining a growl and the urge to chase Ashexana screaming around the room with everyone watching ::
(22:31:36) CdrTKirr: ( Forgiven. )
(22:31:49) LordCoburn: So!
(22:32:28) LordCoburn: Anything we want, eh? I'm thinking...lobster? Steak? Surf and turf.
(22:32:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles :: There's plenty on the table already out and anything you want can be prepared upon request.
(22:34:23) LordCoburn: Ah! My thanks, Mister Blackthorne.
(22:35:30) LordCoburn: :: Makes for the table, waving to Kuari with a smile as goes. :: I was wondering if I'd see my old shadow. I trust the months have treated you well...ah, still Lieutenant. Greetings.
(22:36:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Point taken... Captain. I was unsure as to your actual title.
(22:37:22) CdrHarper: :: finds the something with bacon again and tries to ignore the guests ::
(22:39:03) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper tilts her head slightly towards Coburn, noting the wave to her compatriot. Her own smile is slight, polite, and apparently immovable. Part of the at-ease, perhaps. ::
(22:40:08) LtKuari: :: stares back at Coburn blankly with one eye but doesn't respond, only the end of her tail flipping back and forth against the floor behind her ::
(22:40:19) LtKuari: ( Sorry was afk a moment )
(22:41:47) LordCoburn: Well, there are those who've called me Lord...but in the interest of reconciliation, let's go with Captain. Focus on what we have in common, hmm?
(22:42:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Fair enough.
(22:42:48) Ashexana: :: gestures dismissively :: Pay it no mind with me either, dear. Ashe is fine.
(22:42:56) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sure as hell ain't callin' her queen ::
(22:44:00) LordCoburn: :: Looks around and lowers his voice a bit. :: It was a good fight. But for what it's worth, I am sorry it had become necessary.
(22:44:04) LtKuari: :: wonders briefly if she could go carnivorous for a night before focusing on doing her job as observer ::
(22:45:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, Captain. :: notes to a waiter to ensure everyone has champagne ::
(22:45:14) VAdmBlackthorne: : or whatever their species can drink ::
(22:45:32) CdrHarper: :: bacons, glowering at the guests ::
(22:46:33) LtKuari: ( I don't get champagne =( )
(22:47:33) LtLedaHarper: (Ooooh, how Leda could use a drink.)
(22:49:31) CdrTKirr: (Note to self, eggs don't microwave well)
(22:49:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: once he finds that drinks have been distributed, he raises a class and calls for quiet ::
(22:51:16) LordCoburn: :: Surreptitiously sprinkles some sugar in his champagne. Quietly, of course. Makes it taste just like ginger ale!::
(22:51:41) Ashexana: :: smirks at Charles ::
(22:51:46) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Turning pale and feeling light-headed, Chance turns to see Deuce Fargo pass by. He sees the Ferengi shake his head, smile and mouth an English word that Chance takes to be "lightweight." He sees the vile creature laugh, and briefly considers the satisfaction of bashing the Ferengi's brains to mush with a Martian mining shovel ::
(22:52:01) CdrTKirr: :: holds her own glass, not interested in drinking but holding it ::
(22:53:09) VAdmBlackthorne: All, I'd like to toast the possible arrival of a new era of cooperation and coexistence with the Free Fleets. :: looks directly at T'Kirr and finishes :: To peace! :: then smiles at the guests ::
(22:54:08) CdrTKirr: :: nods readily back and raises her own glass near his :: To peace.
(22:54:36) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Then, thanks to the effects of the drink he's just ingested, he realizes he'll probably be visiting the grim reaper long before the Ferengi, so vengeance on any level is pretty much a mote point. He falls over, hitting his head against something extremely hard ::
(22:55:03) CdrHarper: :: mutters :: To peace. :: drinks ::
(22:55:17) Ashexana: Yes, to peace! :: smiles winningly and drinks ::
(22:55:24) LordCoburn: :: Knocks back his flute in one go. :: To peace! And may I just say, being a child of Earth myself, I've always had the utmost admiration for the Federation, even if I had to conclude I had no place there. SO I, for one, hope and trust that it shall thrive in the face of some friendly competition.
(22:55:42) LordCoburn: May our examples help keep each other honest!
(22:56:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Cheers!
(22:57:08) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper stirs from her spot, takes three long paces, and gently, professionally scoops Ensign Chance up to help him to a chair. :: You all right? :: This murmured, her eyes tracking tight to the toast. ::
(22:58:02) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:58:03) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:58:04) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:58:13) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Realizes he's fallen against a planter with some sort of decorative tree growing out of it. Wonders how anything made photons in a holodeck could hurt that much to fall against ::
(22:58:27) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(22:58:42) EnsignJohnTChance: :: pauses ::
(22:59:00) LordCoburn: :: Paused ::
(22:59:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright! Next week we'll be arriving at Earth and getting rid of, er leaving these two to the diplomats.
(23:00:24) LordCoburn: Good timing! I think we just about need to hit the road over here! Seeya next week!
(23:00:52) LtLedaHarper: Seeya next week.
(23:00:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, one more thing!
(23:00:55) LtKuari: See you two =)
(23:01:01) LtLedaHarper: Travel well!
(23:01:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week, Atlantis turns FIFTEEN!
(23:01:21) LordCoburn: Holy crap! We should have a party! :)
(23:01:41) LordCoburn: I'll be in touch! Have a good night, all.
(23:01:49) VAdmBlackthorne: We will, and not an awkward one, but a proper one with drunken reminscence and possible idiocy.
(23:01:58) LordCoburn: :: Throws down a smoke bomb, and makes his escape. ::
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(23:02:10) EnsignJohnTChance: See you, everyone. Tonight was fun!
(23:02:28) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm glad. :)
(23:07:03) Ashexana: :: throws down a diamond bomb and makes her escape ::
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(23:12:47) VAdmBlackthorne: G'night all!