Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Jul 11 20:58:59 2012 on (irc)

(20:58:59) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: Atlantis sleeps in spacedock, getting some well-deserved rest while enjoying a minor refit and engine upgrade. Shore leave has been granted to anywhere within the Sol system.
(20:58:59) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(20:59:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks
(21:02:12) CdrTKirr [TKirr@50.89.qt.vm] entered the room.
(21:02:20) CdrTKirr: There we go... took me a few tries.
(21:02:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:02:40) CdrTKirr: Tav is um... not home.
(21:08:33) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:08:41) LtLedaHarper: Human again. So much better.
(21:08:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening Colonel!
(21:09:01) ColDougMcKnight: Hi, guys!
(21:09:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Welcome back!
(21:09:28) CdrTKirr: Hey McKnight.
(21:09:45) ColDougMcKnight: Thank you. It's really good to have the time again. Sorry again about dropping off the radar.
(21:10:52) CdrTKirr: Chance having issues logging in
(21:12:52) JohnTChance [] entered the room.
(21:13:16) JohnTChance: Hm... works from T'Kirr's IP
(21:13:21) JohnTChance left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:14:18) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:19:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Giving Chance some time
(21:20:49) CdrTKirr: having him try through darkmyst
(21:21:46) CdrTKirr: No luck. His page goes black
(21:22:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Have him clear the browser cache. What browser, anyway?
(21:23:25) CdrTKirr: Checking
(21:23:41) CdrTKirr: Firefox
(21:27:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Have him try IE for shits and giggles
(21:27:43) LtLedaHarper: Pidgin!
(21:28:40) CdrTKirr: Yeah he's trying IE
(21:30:13) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:30:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Welcome!
(21:30:55) CdrTKirr: o.O
(21:30:56) EnsignJohnTChance: Thanks. Damn it was a pain getting herre!
(21:31:44) EnsignJohnTChance: There's definitely something wrong with Firefox, that's for sure!
(21:31:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Try Chrome
(21:32:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Still a bit thin tonight, but let's get going.
(21:32:02) EnsignJohnTChance: But better late than never
(21:32:37) EnsignJohnTChance: Thanks for all the help, T'Kirr!
(21:32:42) CdrTKirr: Yeah
(21:33:02) CdrTKirr: We still on leave?
(21:33:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, since everyone seemed to enjoy it so much, we'll do another leave sim. Helps establish just how long Atlantis has been in dock, too.
(21:34:32) EnsignJohnTChance: Okay by me. Let's do it!
(21:35:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week though, we should be able to give our new legs a stretch.
(21:35:30) LtLedaHarper: oooooo
(21:35:35) LtLedaHarper: Stretching, eh.
(21:36:38) VAdmBlackthorne: So, in this case... BEGIN LEAVE
(21:36:40) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:36:42) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:38:56) DeliveryHunk [] entered the room.
(21:39:21) VAdmBlackthorne: :: standing in a hangar in rural Virginia, looking up at a yellow Stearman biplane painted in US Navy colors ::
(21:39:39) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Chance walks beside Nora Perkins, a Warrant Officer third class shuttle pilot. She is thin, lithe, with a thin face, bright green eyes and red hair. :: So why are we taking a little excursion to Saturn again? I thought just about everyone was back on board by now.
(21:40:13) EnsUrist: ((oh shit son I am still at work ))
(21:40:27) CdrHarper: :: in a hotel room in the Hotel Edison in New York City, disinterestedly watching TV :
(21:41:07) CdrTKirr: :: approaches Ian with soft footfalls, eyes trailing along the plane ::
(21:41:18) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Tosses a look at Chance and smiles. :: like I said, a couple of science geeks - you know, your type - who thought a week studying something in the rights was their idea of a ruckus good time. We're just out to pick them up.
(21:41:27) CdrTKirr: (( Wow they still have TV? ))
(21:41:36) CdrHarper: :: watching FUTURE-TV ::
(21:41:50) VAdmBlackthorne: There she is, hon, the real thing. Holodeck doesn't do her justice.
(21:41:57) DeliveryHunk: :: Exits a beautiful late-model limosine, enters the Hotel and heads for the rooms. ::
(21:42:18) VAdmBlackthorne: (That delivery hunk is totally Carre, btw)
(21:42:33) DeliveryHunk: (Lies! I am DeliveryHunk!)
(21:43:06) EnsignJohnTChance: Cool. I was getting bored sitting around in Ten Forward. I'm actually really glad to see you.
(21:43:52) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Are you? I'm not so sure. Still tight lipped about what happened on Mars during your shore leave, are you?
(21:43:57) DeliveryHunk: :: Knocks on a room, and extracts a beautifully embossed envelope with the name 'Kate' on it ::
(21:44:16) EnsignJohnTChance: I have no idea what you're talking about. All I did was spend five uneventful days with my father.
(21:44:21) CdrHarper: :: looks away from the FUTURE-TV toward the FUTURE-DOOR :: Huh? Who is it?
(21:44:41) CdrTKirr: :: doesn't comment, but stops next to Ian, still looking over the plane :: It does give her safeties, though.
(21:44:59) DeliveryHunk: Delivery!
(21:45:09) VAdmBlackthorne: :: Grins :: She's safe enough. Care to go up? I did promise to teach you to fly one of these.
(21:45:16) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Uh huh. Sure thing, Mars. You just stick to that story and you won't have much of a chance later on.
(21:45:32) CdrHarper: :: opens the door :: From?
(21:45:34) EnsignJohnTChance: Yeah, but you might despite yourself.
(21:45:45) CdrTKirr: :: turns her head towards Ian, the glint of warmth only he can see shining in her eyes :: You did.
(21:46:10) DeliveryHunk: :: Eyes her appreciatively :: Just read it Ma'am, I'll wait.
(21:47:08) CdrHarper: :: notes the expensive paper and ink :: Do what now? Follow you?
(21:47:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Laughs a little stopping in front of a turbolift. They wait for the doors to part. :: I can't believe I drew the first duty shift right after shore leave. They should have given it to Marlin
(21:47:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Better to learn on the real thing anyway, you'll learn the feel of the controls. :: hands her a pair of goggles ::
(21:47:47) DeliveryHunk: :: Holds out his arm :: If you would accompany Ma'am?
(21:48:15) EnsignJohnTChance: Isn't he in the therapy pool? You know how those Aquatoids are if they're out of water too long.
(21:48:49) CdrTKirr: :: takes them :: Indeed.
(21:49:02) CdrHarper: :: is at least dressed, having come from not understanding yet another Broadway show :: Well, normally I would not do this, but I have a hunch. :: locks the room behind her and takes the hunk's arm ::
(21:49:28) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> He wasn't out of the water that long. He's just a whiny baby is all. He wiggles his gills and looks sad and everybody feels sorry for him.
(21:49:49) VAdmBlackthorne: You're up front then!
(21:50:07) DeliveryHunk: :: Leads Kate out of the Hotel and into the Limo which proceeds to move into traffic ::
(21:50:24) CdrHarper: :: leans back in the posh limo seat :: Ooooo.
(21:50:33) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Shrugs :: Well,at least this flight to Saturn gives us a little alone time. We certainly wouldn't have gotten that in my quarters. They're having a welcome back party.
(21:50:35) DeliveryHunk: May I offer you something to drink? A snack? Entertainment?
(21:50:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: climbs up into the rear seat and offers a hand up ::
(21:51:09) CdrTKirr: :: climbs in after Ian, accepting his assistance, and settles in the front seat ::
(21:52:32) CdrHarper: What do you have to drink? The mystery is rather entertaining.
(21:52:52) EnsignJohnTChance: :: The doors to the turbo lift part with a wooshing sound. Chance and Nora step in. They are the only passengers. :: Shuttle Bay two :: The doors close, Chance turns to Nora :: Besides, any chance to be alone with you is a good one.
(21:53:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: puts on his goggles and headset, this plane actually having a comm system added ::
(21:53:18) DeliveryHunk: :: Opens a hidden bar with a large variety :: Almost anything you wish.
(21:53:22) ColDougMcKnight: :: Hums along to the Coltrane tune working its languid way to his ear via the speaker grill. On the dashboard of a grey pickup truck, working its way at a good old fashioned 70 MPH in the direction of Amarillo along I-40 ::
(21:53:51) CdrHarper: Spiced rum, neat.
(21:54:07) EnsUrist: (( This is a legendary quantum slipstream drive. All craftstelluriteship is of the highest quality. On the quantum slipstream drive is an image of a Tellarite and a Human in dilithium. The human is making a plaintive gesture. The tellarite is laughing. This object is adorned with hanging rings of isolinear optical chips and menaces with spikes of redshirt uniform. ))
(21:54:16) VAdmBlackthorne: (LOL)
(21:54:45) DeliveryHunk: :: Efficiently prepares the drink :: We should be arriving shortly.
(21:54:48) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Reaches forward and hugs Chance, who welcomes and returns the warm embrace. She parts long enough to peer into his eyes, then, closing hers, leans forward to lightly kiss his lips. :: You always know the right thing to say, Mars.
(21:54:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: cranks the old radial piston engine to life ::
(21:55:09) CdrHarper: :: sips at the rum :: Interesting.
(21:55:12) CdrTKirr: :: puts on her own goggles and headset, but leaves her goggles up as she familiarizes herself with the controls ::
(21:55:25) EnsignJohnTChance: Just a simple country boy, ma'am who aims to please.
(21:56:19) DeliveryHunk: :: Stows the bar away and taps discretely on a small message pad ::
(21:56:50) VAdmBlackthorne: Simple enough. The stick does pitch and roll, pedals on the floor for rudder control. :: runs down the rest of the dials and switches as they taxi ::
(21:57:00) CdrHarper: :: watches over the rim of her glass ::
(21:58:11) DeliveryHunk: :: The limo glides to a halt in front of a very posh hotel :: We have arrived Ma'am, I can take that glass for you.
(21:58:25) CdrHarper: :: finishes it :: I was in a hotel already.
(21:58:53) VAdmBlackthorne: :: lines the old biplane up on the rural airport's runway ::
(21:59:08) DeliveryHunk: :: Smiles :: Yes you were. :: Steps out and offer a hand to assist Kate out ::
(21:59:10) ColDougMcKnight: :: Pats said dash, looking out over miles and miles of miles and miles, sunglasses protecting his gaze against the sun. :: Betcha Blackthorne's off flying something or other. Don't worry, girl. Some of us still know the value of taking our time.
(21:59:56) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks ahead along the largely empty road, these days mostly traveled by hobbyists like himself. :: Bet I have a lot less traffic, too.
(22:00:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: in fact, has no traffic ahead of him on the runway! ::
(22:00:36) CdrTKirr: :: puts her goggles on ::
(22:01:03) VAdmBlackthorne: :: guns the throttle and the Stearman creaks forward, faster and faster ::
(22:01:30) ColDougMcKnight: ( Not that I see any reason for anyone to care, but in my head, the Eisenhower Interstate System has been maintained into the late 24th century as an historical 'landmark".)
(22:01:39) VAdmBlackthorne: (I'd wondered, but sure, why not?)
(22:02:30) VAdmBlackthorne: :: as the end of the runway approaches, the biplane finally gets enough speed to lift off ::
(22:03:12) CdrTKirr: :: keeps her grip on the stick, noting its movements as Ian pilots ::
(22:03:22) DeliveryHunk: If you will bear with me a bit longer, I will deliver you to your destination. :: Leads her to the private elevator bank, and enters the code, leads Kate inside, presses PH and waits for his thumb to scan :: Enjoy your evening Ma'am. :: Exits the elevator ::
(22:04:01) CdrHarper: :: finds herself alone in the elevator, quite curious ::
(22:04:07) ColDougMcKnight: (I hope Kate doesn't wake up on Ferenginar.)
(22:04:14) CdrHarper: (Missing a kidney)
(22:04:43) DeliveryHunk: :: The doors close whooshing Kate to the highest floor, where the doors open to a fabulous Penthouse ::
(22:04:50) VAdmBlackthorne: :: keeps back pressure on the stick, and the verdant Virginia countryside expands beneath them ::
(22:04:51) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Several minutes later, Chance and Nora are strapped in in the cockpit of the Shuttle John Young. They are awaiting clearance. :: I still don't see why this guys need to call fo a shuttle. With all the relays between here and Saturn, they could have just requested beaming instead.
(22:04:55) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(22:05:00) CdrHarper: :: knows who this has to be ::
(22:05:16) CdrHarper: :: looks around :: Roxy? I know it is you.
(22:05:23) DrRoxanneCarre: KATE!
(22:05:32) CdrHarper: ROX!
(22:05:39) CdrHarper: :: rushes over and hugs her friend ::
(22:05:43) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> That's true, but you know as well as I do that there are still a lot of people out there who don't trust transporters.
(22:06:03) CdrTKirr: :: notes the subtle movements of the plane responding to the stick ::
(22:06:05) EnsignJohnTChance: Yes, but that's irrational. Not much of a qualification for a scientist.
(22:06:14) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Rushes over and returns the hug, trailing several people in her wake :: Its so good to see you! Thanks for coming!!
(22:07:10) VAdmBlackthorne: ::: gets up to about 1500 meters and levels off :: Now you're a qualified pilot on Mustang space fighters, so I know this can't be that thrilling, but I still find it exciting. Visceral.
(22:07:25) CdrHarper: With an invitation like that, how could I refuse?
(22:07:59) CdrTKirr: Mechanical.
(22:08:39) DrRoxanneCarre: I've been here for weeks on family business, bored out of my skull. :: Waves her hand and the people withdraw :: I had them make up a room for you, I thought you might like to stay a day or two.
(22:09:10) ColDougMcKnight: (Damn, it's a shame they're 1,000 miles apart. With a highway virtually deserted, McKnight and Blackthorne could race!)
(22:09:11) CdrHarper: Of course! My things are at the Edison though.
(22:09:21) VAdmBlackthorne: (Damn but that's a good idea)
(22:09:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Aye. Your motion directly translates into what the plane does. There's no computer interpreting.
(22:09:49) ColDougMcKnight: (...they still could! I need to find a map.)
(22:09:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Take the stick.
(22:10:04) CdrTKirr: I have it.
(22:10:43) ColDougMcKnight: (They could race to Memphis! The distance should be more or less even.)
(22:10:53) VAdmBlackthorne: :: lets go and watches :: Gentle motions, she's quite responsive.
(22:11:01) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: A light flashes on her command console :: This is shuttle John Young requesting clearance. :: A green light winks in response :: Okay, Mars. Hold on. :: The shuttle lifts off the deck and races forward as the after shuttle doors part exposing a bright starscape. :: I never get tire of seeing this.
(22:11:03) VAdmBlackthorne: (And meet at a bar on Beale St?)
(22:11:18) ColDougMcKnight: (I...don't get that reference, but sure!)
(22:11:26) DrRoxanneCarre: No problem, I'll send someone to get them. :: Flicks a glance to one of the people lurking at the far edge of the room, who nods. :: Of course, I did buy you a few things when I heard the ship was in port.
(22:11:28) EnsignJohnTChance: Can't say as I blame you. It's starkly beautiful.
(22:11:54) CdrHarper: Thanks, Roxy!
(22:12:12) CdrTKirr: :: keeps it gentle, easing her way into every motion and cataloging the responses ::
(22:12:29) VAdmBlackthorne: (Beale St is the bar and blues center of Memphis. You can actually get drinks to go and hop between bars, drink in hand )
(22:12:50) CdrTKirr: :: banks the plane smoothly to the left, the plane slowly losing altitude ::
(22:13:13) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks up at a marker sign as he passes it. Grinning, he switches channels off the jazz, patching his comm through the radio. :: Call Ian Blackthorne.
(22:13:20) ColDougMcKnight: (I LIKE it!)
(22:13:29) VAdmBlackthorne: A little back pressure to maintain altitude during the turn.
(22:13:29) DrRoxanneCarre: Whats been happening? I've missed you and the other people on Atlantis. Any juicy gossip? Lets eat and you can tell me! :: Pulls Kate over to a banquet ::
(22:13:55) CdrHarper: Ooooo. :: eyes go wide at a pile of bacon ::
(22:14:33) DrRoxanneCarre: Let Netta there know what you want to drink, or if you think the bacon is getting low. :: laughs ::
(22:14:42) CdrTKirr: Right. :: levels off in the turn, then smoothly returns to straight ahead, keeping altitude ::
(22:14:55) DeliveryHunk left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(22:14:59) CdrHarper: Gossip? :: her face turns serious for a moment :: No, none of that.
(22:15:27) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets a call on the plane's radio :: Blackthorne here.
(22:15:47) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sighs :: What have people been up too?
(22:16:19) CdrTKirr: :: listens while playing with the plane ::
(22:16:44) CdrHarper: We just got ran out of the new territories by the pirates. They are negotiating for peace even now with the Council.
(22:17:11) ColDougMcKnight: :: Laughs aloud at the sound of a propellor and the rush of air currents. :: +Blackthorne+ God, you're predictable. It's awesome. So let's see, from the sound of it, you're going about as old school as a pilot can. The Stearman?
(22:17:33) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: The shuttle banks to the right as Nora's fingers dance over the controls. Finally she sits back as the Shuttle levels off and begins gaining speed. :: Course is locked in. Next stop, Saturn.
(22:17:48) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Doug! Yeah, we're up in the Stearman! Where are you?
(22:18:01) EnsignJohnTChance: How do we find these guys?
(22:18:27) DrRoxanneCarre: Really? Did that trashy leader girl get kicked off the planet? I still want to know where she buys those slutty outfits.
(22:18:56) DrRoxanneCarre: Dont tell me shes part of the negotiation!
(22:19:01) CdrTKirr: :: dips down to gain speed ::
(22:19:06) CdrHarper: I do not know. It was bad, Roxy. They attacked Vinland, even. I lost so many pilots that I can barely field a wing.
(22:19:06) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks up at a mile marker. :: +Blackthorne+ 20 miles west of Amarillo. You?
(22:19:17) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Oh, they're in one of those temporary orbiting disposable labs. We'll see the beacon.
(22:19:57) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Somewhere over Blacksburg, Virginia!
(22:20:12) DrRoxanneCarre: Thats terrible! I hope me being gone didnt affect the number of deaths. I know they sent a temporary replacement.
(22:20:16) ColDougMcKnight: Hmmm.
(22:20:46) DrRoxanneCarre: :: noms a crispy piece of bacon ::
(22:20:47) ColDougMcKnight: :: Does some very rough guesswork in his head based on his knowledge of local geography. :: Okay, yeah. We can work with that.
(22:20:55) CdrHarper: Jorvan Tav transferred to medical. He has done a fine job, but you can only do so much. :: bacons to feel better ::
(22:20:56) EnsignJohnTChance: I always hated those things. They're far too cramped.
(22:21:39) CdrHarper: Too many good pilots gone. Not just pilots, of course, but they were my pilots.
(22:21:44) CdrTKirr: :: pulls up on the stick ::
(22:21:53) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Well, I'm calling with a bit of a proposition, then. I thought maybe you might like to get your butt kicked by me OUTSIDE the ring. You know, mix things up a little, while we're still off duty and all.
(22:22:07) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Oh, do tell!
(22:22:25) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> It depends on what you want to do in one of them. :: Bats her eyes :: They are for experimentation, aren't they?
(22:23:03) DrRoxanneCarre: Ahh, hes pretty good, and it is tragic that many pilots had to die. I do imagine that many other lives will be saved by their actions.
(22:23:38) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Remember that deal we made awhile back? You teach me to fly, I teach you to drive?
(22:23:48) CdrHarper: But enough about that, it has been hard to deal with. This is vacation. :: bacons:: How have you been?
(22:23:57) DrRoxanneCarre: :: offers Kate a piece of double fudge chocolate cake :: You need to try this, its actually good for you! Made with beets!
(22:23:59) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Sure I do.
(22:24:04) CdrHarper: What is a beet.
(22:24:37) DrRoxanneCarre: I have been well. Bored but well. Beets are earth vegetables, Kuari would love them!
(22:24:41) CdrTKirr: :: levels off again, paying attention to the comm to see where this is going ::
(22:25:29) DrRoxanneCarre: I did some negotiations for my Grandfather while he is recuperating. Hopefully he will be up to fighting standards soon.
(22:25:37) CdrHarper: How do you make chocolate cake out of vegetables?
(22:25:50) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Smiles :: Yeah, come to think of it. You can turn off the Gs too.
(22:26:01) DrRoxanneCarre: And shopping, lots of shopping. I have no idea how they do it.
(22:26:19) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Zero G? This is sounding better and better.
(22:26:24) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Well, I'm in one of those quaint 4-wheeled vehicles right now. Mind you, little fancier that an early 20th Marine Corps Jeep. Nono tube reinforced tires, admittedly still vintage hydrogen fuel cell, AND onboard sensors keyed to an emergency transport station in the event I do something stupid and lose control.
(22:26:57) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ So I was a shame to let something like that go to waste. Let's do something stupid.
(22:26:59) DrRoxanneCarre: Once we're done here, I have to show you the holosuite I had them make.
(22:26:59) EnsignJohnTChance: Well, it would be good with you and me, but last time I had to spend any time in one it was with one of my roommates.
(22:27:08) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ We're on vacation, why not?
(22:27:14) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Which one?
(22:27:23) EnsignJohnTChance: You remember Nikko?
(22:27:35) CdrHarper: :: chows down on the chocolate cake ::
(22:27:37) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ You got an onboard nav system up there?
(22:27:49) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Yep.
(22:28:02) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> The giant cockroach?
(22:28:39) EnsignJohnTChance: He's not actually a cockroach. He just looks like one, or at least that's what the guys from Earth all say.
(22:29:05) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Well, if T'Kirr's up to it, program it for Memphis, Tennessee. I'll bet you I can beat you there, on the ground. And I'm willing to stake the first round of drinks on it!
(22:29:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: flips a switch under the dash and a holoprojected HUD comes up with modern IFR data ::
(22:29:26) DrRoxanneCarre: How was your trip over? I presume you didnt mind looking at Rafe? I tried to pick someone I thought you might not mind staring at. :: grins ::
(22:29:36) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ You're on. See you on Beale St.
(22:30:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: frowning :: Okay, forget the experimentation in the temp lab. I'd have freaked out and started running around looking for a can of Raid.
(22:30:30) CdrHarper: Oh no, no no no, he was definitely nice to look at.
(22:30:30) CdrTKirr: :: wonders what the heck he's doing back there ::
(22:30:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Navigation switch under the dash. A few modernizations have been installed!
(22:31:02) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins and guns the accelerator, thanking baby Jesus that this highway is as virtually deserted as it is. Because he's now shooting down the road at 150 miles per hour! :: Excelsior!
(22:31:30) EnsignJohnTChance: That's what the other guys say too. But that's kind of mean. Nikko is a nice Whatever. He's really pround of his shiny brown shell.
(22:32:21) DrRoxanneCarre: If you want to get to know him better his extension number is 8. He's quite single, but thats for later! Let me show you around.
(22:32:22) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Shutters ::
(22:32:33) CdrTKirr: Indeed!
(22:32:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Hit your nav and turn to heading, oh, about 260.
(22:33:01) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Oh! And Percy says hi!
(22:33:18) VAdmBlackthorne: We're racing McKnight to Memphis!
(22:33:33) CdrTKirr: :: takes a look and turns the plane, a bit more quickly than last time ::
(22:33:58) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Hello Percy!
(22:34:40) EnsignJohnTChance: It would be worse if we ran into the space goat out here.
(22:34:52) DrRoxanneCarre: This is my private dining area, my actual sleeping chamber is upstairs, across the pool and gardens from yours. The holosuite is on the next floor down. If you are looking for me you can ask anyone, we've taken the whole hotel over.
(22:35:06) CdrHarper: Wow, Rox, this is amazing.
(22:35:08) CdrTKirr: :: straightens up on exactly heading 260 :: Any hints as to how to make this fly faster?
(22:35:15) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Turns to stare blankly at him. :: The what?
(22:35:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Give her some more throttle and let's get up to about 2500 meters.
(22:35:48) EnsignJohnTChance: The Space Goat. It's an old Earth legend that started with the first rockets to Mars.
(22:35:52) DrRoxanneCarre: Well, I did tell you I was loaded, I just neglected to specify.
(22:36:10) CdrHarper: I knew, but this is beyond anything I imagined!
(22:36:25) EnsUrist: ((FUCK JIRA)) ((It wasn't enough to keep that private))
(22:36:38) CdrTKirr: :: pulls up, aiming for space ::
(22:36:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Woah, a little shallower of a climb there!
(22:37:41) CdrTKirr: :: lets it down a bit :: Sensitive.
(22:37:46) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Rolls her eyes :: It figures. What does a goat have to do with Mars? Is this something about that crusty uncle you were telllng me about?
(22:38:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Plus if you climb that fast you'll lose too much energy.
(22:38:58) DrRoxanneCarre: Ummm....yeah. I generally dont let people know how much, however, I have decided to make you one of the special guests. :: Hands her a small box :: Wear this on your person somewhere, there are options in the box for earring, necklace or pin. It allows you access to most everything.
(22:39:42) DrRoxanneCarre: You are now part of our family.
(22:39:47) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Laughs a little :: No. It's an old legend that goes back to the days when two earth nations, the United States and another one I believe they called the Soviet Union were competing to see which could land the first robots on Mars. It was a long way for an antique rocket, and lots of times they'd lose their navigation star lock.
(22:39:58) CdrTKirr: As I said.
(22:40:06) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> What's that got to do with a goat?
(22:40:28) CdrTKirr: How fast does McKnight's vehicle travel, and how far does he have to go?
(22:40:55) EnsignJohnTChance: Nothing. But every time one of these tiny ships disappeared, they'd say it was eaten by the Space Goat.
(22:41:02) VAdmBlackthorne: I have no idea!
(22:41:08) CdrHarper: Oh, really, that is, wow, thank you! :: selects the sapphire pendant ::
(22:41:21) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Why would they say that? Was there ever a goat?
(22:41:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Amarillo's in Texas somewhere, but I don't know what he's driving!
(22:41:28) EnsignJohnTChance: Well, no.
(22:41:39) ColDougMcKnight: :: Idly wonders if Blackthorne's power source is as advanced as his, and what the fuel tank range on one of those things is. Because if the married couple need to find an airfield and stop for gas, that may just clinch it for him right there! ::
(22:41:51) VAdmBlackthorne: We do have the advantage of being able to fly straight there, but we may have to stop to refuel.
(22:41:58) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Then I guess I don't get it.
(22:42:14) DrRoxanneCarre: I'll make sure you get a video tour of what all that covers. Try not to be overwhelmed. :: grins ::
(22:42:23) CdrTKirr: :: wants to calculate *something* :: How far do we have?
(22:42:29) CdrHarper: Oh, maybe the earrings instead, those are stunning.
(22:43:01) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Then why did they say there was one?
(22:43:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Almost a thousand kilometers.
(22:43:42) Percy [] entered the room.
(22:43:45) DrRoxanneCarre: Just make sure you wear one of them in the hotel. Its a chip that gives you unrestricted access to our properties.
(22:43:53) VAdmBlackthorne: (Hey Percy!)
(22:43:58) EnsignJohnTChance: It was like a joke. A goat was the most absurd thing they could think of to explain what happened to their spacecraft.
(22:44:03) CdrHarper: I... can have both?
(22:44:06) Percy: (Hey!)
(22:44:13) DrRoxanneCarre: (Hi Percy!)
(22:44:38) DrRoxanneCarre: You have the whole box, if you dont like any of them, ask Rafe to show you other options.
(22:44:56) CdrTKirr: :: checks her instruments :: How accurate is this fuel guage?
(22:44:59) CdrHarper: Wow, Roxy, thank you. :: puts on the earrings too ::
(22:45:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Eh, it has a little extra in it, but I think we'll have to gas up.
(22:45:34) DoctorTav [] entered the room.
(22:45:41) VAdmBlackthorne: (hiya Tav!)
(22:45:56) Percy: :: Sitting at the "finish" line in Memphis, in standard race uniform of bikini top and jean shorts, holding a checkered flag:: Man, I REALLY should have brought a book.
(22:46:01) VAdmBlackthorne: (nine of ten people here tonight now!)
(22:46:31) DoctorTav: (Hi, everyone. Nice to have made it)
(22:46:32) DrRoxanneCarre: I got tired of making sure and had mine implanted.
(22:47:02) DoctorTav: (DOCTOR CARRE?!? YOU'RE BACK! WOOHOO!)
(22:47:07) CdrHarper: You mean they do not just know you?
(22:47:16) DrRoxanneCarre: (I'm slumming! :p )
(22:47:37) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Well that's just plain stupid.
(22:47:39) Percy: :: Whips out a gadget, which in turn opens up into a holo-screen and mini steering wheel:: Oh well. Time to see if I can beat my high score!
(22:47:47) DrRoxanneCarre: Its easy to change and look like me, no one has been able to duplicate our chips.
(22:47:53) LtKuari [TKirr@50.89.qt.vm] entered the room.
(22:47:59) CdrHarper: Oh, that makes sense.
(22:48:37) VAdmBlackthorne: :: contacts ATC and files their new flight plan ::
(22:48:43) DrRoxanneCarre: Well they're not really chips their silicon life forms, but thats just details.
(22:48:49) DrRoxanneCarre: *they're
(22:49:19) DrRoxanneCarre: That particular one is now bonded to you and wont work for anyone else.
(22:49:26) CdrHarper: :: looks into the pendant :: It is alive?
(22:49:58) EnsignJohnTChance: :: All the time they were talking, the Shuttle John Young, traveling at warp factor one, is approaching Saturn. An alarm sounds on the console, and Chance watches as Nora manipulates the controls seemingly without thinking. The Shuttle falls out of warp.::
(22:50:11) DrRoxanneCarre: Yes and no. Its all explained in the instructions that you can access now from your viewer in your room.
(22:50:11) CdrTKirr: :: looks out the side of the Stearman, enjoying the freedom of flying for fun, having nowhere to be except a friendly finish line ::
(22:50:28) VAdmBlackthorne: Helluva view!
(22:50:47) CdrHarper: This is a big deal, yes? I do not know what to say.
(22:50:52) DrRoxanneCarre: Also, Rafe is now your personal assistant. Your own private beck and call boy if you will.
(22:51:14) EnsUrist: (( I need to flee the building, if sim is still going when I get home then grand, but this isn't really an urist show like last week ))
(22:51:24) DrRoxanneCarre: How about "Lets kill stuff!"?
(22:51:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Space normal, depending on your concept of normality, which in your case, is definitely twisted, Mars.
(22:51:30) DrRoxanneCarre: :: laughs ::
(22:51:37) EnsignJohnTChance: Gee, thanks.
(22:51:40) DoctorTav: :: looks to the window of the barometric chamber where a Rucara face fills the window. Tav thinks to himself how he wishes his friend could be in the chamber with him. :: It's not your fault. You were just trying to save my life.
(22:51:59) CdrHarper: :: trying to stop herself from drooling over Rafe :: Kill stuff? In what way this time?
(22:52:11) VAdmBlackthorne: (Mike, IM)
(22:52:19) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Reaches over and kisses his cheek :: You know I'm only kidding.
(22:52:36) DrRoxanneCarre: Holosuite! :: Pulls Kate over to the stairs ::
(22:52:41) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Smiles :: Yeah, I know.
(22:52:46) CdrHarper: Oooo, what game?
(22:53:14) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Keep an eye out for the beacon, Chance.
(22:53:48) DrRoxanneCarre: You pick! :: notes a well dressed man waiting at the bottom of the stairs :: I have to talk to my friend here for a moment, I'll be right in.
(22:53:49) LtKuari: :: looks up, then jumps, flapping once and scrabbling along the outside of the hyperbaric chamber until she's on top and looking down through the upper window :: I was saving your life! I didn't know both of us could breathe through two masks on the same tank!
(22:53:51) EnsignJohnTChance: ::: Points toward the forward view plate :: Right ahead.
(22:54:04) CdrHarper: :: goes in and scrolls through the titles ::
(22:55:16) DrRoxanneCarre: :: takes the electronic tablet the man offers, scrolls through screens tapping occasionally, hands it back :: Thank you that will be all.
(22:55:22) VAdmBlackthorne: :: a few hours later, somewhere outside of Nashville, the fuel gauge is below a quarter ::
(22:55:36) VAdmBlackthorne: We need to land and gas up. :: radios a small airfield nearby ::
(22:55:46) CdrHarper: :: picks one ::
(22:55:54) CdrTKirr: Am I landing it?
(22:55:58) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Enters the holosuite :: Did you pick yet? And what is it?
(22:56:17) CdrHarper: Computer, begin program.
(22:57:05) EnsignJohnTChance: :: The Shuttle John Young banks toward the bright bands of orbiting rock and debris making up the brilliant rings of Saturn. Just above the central ring is a relatively uninteresting squarish object about twice the size of the shuttle itself. ::
(22:57:05) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Coming about. Now it gets fun. Ever land on top of one of these?
(22:57:06) DoctorTav: :: Kuari's face once again fills the window, this time upside down, bringing a smile to Tav :: I know you were. I didn't explain how the masks and tanks work. I didn't explain that that is part of the reason you have a second mask, and that that's why you would never dive alone. How deep have you gone free diving?
(22:57:35) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Grips the arms rests :: Oh, sure. Every day.
(22:57:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Sure. With a bit of modern help, at least. Come around to heading 323, runway's on the Nav. Descend on a shallow slope as we approach, flaps down to bleed off the speed you gain from descending. Let her stall a half meter above the runway and hit the brakes when the wheels touch.
(22:58:05) DrRoxanneCarre: Seriously? Dragon wars? :: laughs ::
(22:58:36) CdrHarper: :: is in the usual leathers worn by the rogue she usually plays in fantasy games, tossing a dagger ::
(22:58:56) VAdmBlackthorne: (We're running short on time, but this is going so well we could have another week of leave if y'all want!)
(22:59:40) CdrTKirr: Understood.
(22:59:41) VAdmBlackthorne: :: instructs the tower to have them a gas truck waiting ::
(22:59:46) DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks down in dismay at the robes she is wearing :: Ghaa, I want pants!
(22:59:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: knows she'll calcluate that approach vector perfectly ::
(23:00:12) CdrHarper: You are a caster, you do not wear pants!
(23:00:33) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: laughs :: Don't get in a twist, Mars. It's a lot easier than it might look. :: She brings the John Young around, slows and then deftly backs the shuttle against the side of the cube. :: Soft dock achieved.
(23:00:43) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sighs :: Always with the damn robes... :: mutters ::
(23:00:51) ColDougMcKnight: :: Goes running back into the pickup, and once he's buckled in, goes screaming out of a rest area on the outskirts of Little Rock, where he'd stopped for a burger, coffee, and a bathroom break. All things considered, he can live with knowing he lost because he wasn't willing to settle for an empty soda bottle. ::
(23:01:07) ColDougMcKnight: Okay, flyboy. Let's do this!
(23:01:12) DrRoxanneCarre: (hahaha mcknight!)
(23:01:14) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:15) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:17) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:27) EnsignJohnTChance: :: the rear shuttle door opens allowing the crew of the research cube to enter carrying gear.
(23:01:35) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:01:41) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(23:01:47) DrRoxanneCarre: :: paused ::
(23:01:52) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, that was a ton of fun with so many people back. I'm up for more leave next week if y'all wanna continue.
(23:02:02) CdrTKirr: Sure do
(23:02:05) EnsignJohnTChance: Bummer. And the leader of the research crew was gonna freak Nora out cause he looksw like a goat too!
(23:02:14) EnsignJohnTChance: But, pauses
(23:02:27) DrRoxanneCarre: Hopefully my schedule will permit. If not Kate has permission to go for the gusto!
(23:02:32) ColDougMcKnight: I'm cool with it!
(23:02:36) DoctorTav: I vote for one more week. I have a can opener, a can of worms, and I want to see what happens next.
(23:02:53) DrRoxanneCarre: Kuari is not a can of worms!
(23:02:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, we'll see what next week looks like. But, before we go!
(23:03:02) VAdmBlackthorne: OFFICIAL BUSINESS :siren:
(23:03:08) DoctorTav: I am not opening up Kuari.
(23:03:19) DrRoxanneCarre: :: mumbles ::: Crap!
(23:03:50) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(23:04:04) DoctorTav: I am stuck in a hyperbaric chamber. I don't have that kind of access. But she'll help me open that can. Oh, and while you've been away I've been making sure she has enough chocolate.
(23:04:05) ColDougMcKnight: Official business? But it's my first night back! Ugh, fine.
(23:04:05) EnsignJohnTChance: :: AA ::
(23:04:07) DoctorTav: :: AA ::
(23:04:07) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(23:04:14) DrRoxanneCarre: :: glares at the obnoxious whistle ::
(23:04:20) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(23:04:24) CdrHarper: ::: AA ::
(23:04:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: paces back and forth along the line of officers ::
(23:05:10) DrRoxanneCarre: :: refrains from tripping the pacer ::
(23:05:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Lt. Leda Harper, front and center!
(23:06:08) LtLedaHarper: Sir, yessir!
(23:06:29) ColDougMcKnight: :: Rolls his eyes ::
(23:06:50) LtLedaHarper: Do not make me step on your foot. Sir.
(23:07:40) VAdmBlackthorne: :: narrows his eyes at her :: How dare you come aboard my ship and write great logs and be an asset to the crew?!
(23:07:46) Percy: :: Brandishes her wrench:: No steppings!
(23:07:52) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gasps ::
(23:08:15) LtLedaHarper: Leda folds arms behind her back and dips her chin. "I am ashamed, sir!"
(23:08:20) VAdmBlackthorne: As well you should be!
(23:08:27) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, get me The Box and The Jar!
(23:08:27) CdrTKirr: :: tsks softly ::
(23:08:37) Percy: Mwahahaha
(23:08:39) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins ::
(23:08:44) CdrTKirr: :: disappears, returning with the Items ::
(23:08:53) CdrTKirr: Which one first?
(23:08:57) LtLedaHarper: "I'm officially terrified now."
(23:09:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Before I sentence you to promotion for these heinous crimes, there is a tradition aboard Atlantis that MUST be upheld on an officer's first promotion.
(23:09:08) CdrTKirr: Oh, all right. :: grabs the jar ::
(23:09:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes the Jar and raises it on high ::
(23:09:23) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to the assembled officers ::
(23:09:31) DrRoxanneCarre: Eat a bug! Eat a bug!
(23:09:38) CdrTKirr: Eat a bug. Eat a bug.
(23:09:45) LtKuari: o.O
(23:09:55) DoctorTav: :: looks around quizzically ::
(23:10:01) Percy: EAT. EAT A BUG.
(23:10:05) VAdmBlackthorne: :: opens The Jar to reveal that it's full of writhing, juicy, plump, delicious bugs! ::
(23:10:09) EnsignJohnTChance: Nikko> But not me!
(23:10:17) LtKuari: O_o
(23:10:18) DrRoxanneCarre: :: snickers ::
(23:10:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Eat a bug!
(23:10:26) CdrHarper: Eat a bug!
(23:10:30) CdrTKirr: Eat a bug.
(23:10:30) LtLedaHarper: There is a long, stunned moment. "You're kidding?"
(23:10:36) DrRoxanneCarre: Eat a bug!
(23:10:37) Percy: EAT IT.
(23:10:40) VAdmBlackthorne: I most certainly am not. Your choice of bugs.
(23:10:57) DrRoxanneCarre: The plump juicy ones go down best!
(23:11:12) Percy: But the creepy crawly ones have a delicious crunch!
(23:11:15) CdrTKirr: Try not to chew.
(23:11:21) VAdmBlackthorne: EAT A BUG! EAT A BUG!
(23:11:23) EnsignJohnTChance: The worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle ain't bad
(23:11:24) DrRoxanneCarre: :: nods :: All true.
(23:12:02) LtLedaHarper: Leda eventually unfolds one arm, reaches out, and selects one large, wiggly specimen. She studies it for a moment, looks up incredulously at Blackthorne, and at length opens her mouth. She flicks the bug at the back of her throat, half-chokes, then gulps. Done! Even though her eyes are watering and her mouth is twisting in a most uncomfortable line!
(23:12:08) LtLedaHarper: "Delicious," she manages at length.
(23:12:16) VAdmBlackthorne: :: cheers! ::
(23:12:26) Percy: :: Cheers wildly!!::
(23:12:29) DrRoxanneCarre: :: claps and cheers ::
(23:12:35) CdrTKirr: :: golf claps ::
(23:12:35) DoctorTav: :: cheers... nervously ::
(23:12:59) LtKuari: :: licks lips, OmNom-like ::
(23:13:00) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Looks at Tav and smirks ::
(23:13:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Excellent! Now that you've satisfied tradition for our entertainment...
(23:13:07) VAdmBlackthorne: :: holds out his hand for the Box ::
(23:13:14) EnsignJohnTChance: thinks it's all very odd, but cheers anyway
(23:13:21) LtLedaHarper: "Mph," she says, and swallows again.
(23:13:40) LtKuari: :: places the Box in Blackthorne's hand ::
(23:13:46) DoctorTav: :: wonders where the bugs actually come from ::
(23:14:02) LtKuari: (( replicated and brought back to life by Carre ))
(23:14:09) VAdmBlackthorne: :: withdraws a shiny silver 1LT's bar from the box, with a razor-sharp point on it ::
(23:14:14) DrRoxanneCarre: (hush you!)
(23:14:33) LtLedaHarper: Please don't stab me with the insignia. Sir.
(23:14:36) Percy: (That explains the subtle taste of formaldehyde...)
(23:14:55) DoctorTav: (( not sure how I didn't find this out ))
(23:15:06) DrRoxanneCarre: (no I spray that on, they actually have minimal taste, needed to add 'ick' factor)
(23:15:17) LtLedaHarper: I need a drink.
(23:15:18) Percy: (Devious! I love it.)
(23:15:34) LtLedaHarper: I need several drinks.
(23:15:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks up to Leda :: Leda Harper, by the power vested in me by some damned fool, I hereby promote you to the rank of First Lieutenant in the Starfleet Marine Corps and the USS Atlantis. May Bob have mercy on your vole! :: stabs her with the rank pin as he applies it to her collar, drawing blood :: Congratulations on the promotion and sorry about your luck.
(23:16:08) DrRoxanneCarre: :: claps ::
(23:16:14) DoctorTav: :: claps ::
(23:16:18) Percy: You know, one of these days you're going to hit someone
(23:16:27) Percy: *'s artery. And they're going to die.
(23:16:30) Percy: And you'll be sorry.
(23:16:32) CdrTKirr: :: claps ::
(23:16:34) Percy: Also :: Claps::
(23:16:45) VAdmBlackthorne: That's what doctors are for! Drinks on the new lieutenant!
(23:16:50) LtLedaHarper: "Thank you sir!" Leda salutes regardless. Luckily the uni collar does a pretty fair job of soaking up the blood. "Thank you crew! I look forward to further humiliations."
(23:17:05) Percy: Ooh good. There will be lots.
(23:17:15) DrRoxanneCarre: Didja take to a cave yet?
(23:17:16) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, the bug eating is only for the first promotion.
(23:17:20) DrRoxanneCarre: *take her
(23:17:22) LtLedaHarper: Oh thank mercy.
(23:17:30) LtLedaHarper: Uh, no caves.
(23:17:47) DrRoxanneCarre: :: nods :: Totally, you'll like it.
(23:17:49) LtLedaHarper: Drinks. Now.
(23:17:50) DrRoxanneCarre: Mostly.
(23:17:58) VAdmBlackthorne: That's all I have for this week. Keep up the writing, what a prolific month we're having!
(23:18:09) LtLedaHarper: Woohooooo writing!
(23:18:26) Percy: Yay! Now for making it less prolific. So...I have work Wednesdays in Boston until 9pm.
(23:18:32) LtLedaHarper: Boo!
(23:18:36) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Unwraps a candy bar and throws it in the general direction of Kuari ::
(23:18:39) Percy: Which means, on average, I'll get home at 10:30.
(23:18:41) Percy: :-(
(23:18:47) LtLedaHarper: ...triple boo!
(23:18:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, maybe you can play for half an hour?
(23:18:56) Percy: This will be at least for the next three weeks, if not two months.
(23:19:00) LtKuari: :: catches it mid-air between her teeth ::
(23:19:01) LtLedaHarper: Oh, it's temporary.
(23:19:01) Percy: I would be glad to play for half an hour!
(23:19:07) Percy: Well, not really.
(23:19:13) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll be here when you get home and/or finish the job.
(23:19:15) Percy: I work in theatre, which means I work in seasons.
(23:19:25) DoctorTav: Can you take the train home and use the wifi?
(23:19:25) Percy: Awesome.
(23:19:32) Percy: Train doesn't have wifi.
(23:19:47) Percy: Well, the commuter rail does, but I use the subway.
(23:19:54) DoctorTav: How does the train not have wifi? The commuter WES train in Portland, OR has wifi
(23:20:08) CdrTKirr: OR is liberal
(23:20:18) DoctorTav: And just why is the commuter rail so much better than the subway?
(23:20:28) DrRoxanneCarre: Wifi!
(23:20:28) Percy: Because it costs, like, three times as much?
(23:20:43) LtLedaHarper: Valid.
(23:21:24) DoctorTav: Ouch.
(23:21:32) Percy: Indeed. Theoretically there might be a way for me to play, very slowly, on my phone once I get to the Blue line.
(23:21:34) DoctorTav: The subway should still have wifi.
(23:21:45) Percy: Should, yes. But doesn't.
(23:21:51) Percy: The subway is kind of crap.
(23:22:14) Percy: Oldest in America though. Woo?
(23:22:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Mibbit works on some phone browswers.
(23:22:31) LtLedaHarper: I remember the Boston subway. ::fond:: It was terrible, but it got you EVERYWHERE.
(23:23:01) Percy: True!
(23:23:07) EnsignJohnTChance: The LA subway is a joke. It doesn't actually go anywhere.
(23:23:11) CdrTKirr: Works in a limited way on iPhone, just don't navigate away
(23:23:16) DrRoxanneCarre: Boston cream pie!
(23:23:16) VAdmBlackthorne: that's because LA is a joke
(23:23:25) Percy: Mine's Android.
(23:23:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, firefox for android is amazing.
(23:24:01) Percy: Well, I'll see. No guarantees, though.
(23:24:08) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll take any Percy we can get.
(23:24:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Also, Carre. You've been back once, you must be stuck.
(23:24:35) Percy: Kay.
(23:24:41) DoctorTav: The LA Subway. I didn't even know they had one until fairly recently, and I've been there many times.
(23:24:57) VAdmBlackthorne: I hope to not return to LA unless I can't avoid it
(23:25:08) DoctorTav: Especially their airport
(23:25:09) DrRoxanneCarre: Nuuuu!
(23:25:16) EnsignJohnTChance: Actually, the LA Subway has been in place since the early 90s
(23:25:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Especially their airport, yes.
(23:25:21) VAdmBlackthorne: LAX is an armpit
(23:25:29) DrRoxanneCarre: But flashing Carres cash is awesome!
(23:25:29) EnsignJohnTChance: It just doesn't go anywhere.
(23:25:31) Percy: Aw man, LA can really suck. I can't visit because I start wheezing as soon as I get within city limits.
(23:25:38) Percy: SO much smog.
(23:25:40) LtKuari left the room.
(23:26:09) Percy: On the other hand, there are lots of cool people who live near or in it.
(23:26:18) EnsignJohnTChance: Yeah, but LA was home. And I miss it. Orlando sucks. Just not enough to feel good.
(23:26:30) Percy: Eeeew, Florida.
(23:26:40) EnsignJohnTChance: See you next time kids. Until then, live long and prosper
(23:26:44) DrRoxanneCarre: I was in Orlando once.
(23:26:46) LtLedaHarper: Good night, Chance.
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(23:26:48) CdrTKirr: Night
(23:26:50) VAdmBlackthorne: Night
(23:26:50) DrRoxanneCarre: They have HUGE bugs.
(23:26:55) LtLedaHarper: mmm. Bugs.
(23:26:55) DrRoxanneCarre: :: shudders ::
(23:27:03) VAdmBlackthorne: All the better for new lieutenants to eat.
(23:27:04) Percy: And sooo much humidity.
(23:27:09) DrRoxanneCarre: And mold.
(23:27:18) LtLedaHarper: I was already a looey. Just a sort of second-class one.
(23:27:18) Percy: Also, old people and crooked law enforcement.
(23:27:29) CdrTKirr: Lots of humidity, I'm in it every day =/
(23:27:57) DrRoxanneCarre: Beep me next week if its still R&R, I'll get on if I can.
(23:28:02) Percy: Humidity makes my brain melt.
(23:28:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Will do. We want you back!
(23:28:16) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hugs for everyone ::
(23:28:22) DrRoxanneCarre: Night!
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(23:28:41) DoctorTav: It was great to see you, Carre
(23:28:42) DoctorTav: Crap
(23:29:06) Percy: Alright, time for me to do some chores before bed.
(23:29:12) LtLedaHarper: Good night, Perce!
(23:29:20) DoctorTav: I am exhausted. See y'all next week
(23:29:20) Percy: Nice to be back, albeit briefly. G'night all!
(23:29:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Night, great seeing you again!
(23:29:30) DoctorTav: Good to see you too, Percy
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(23:31:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Good night, all!
(23:31:34) VAdmBlackthorne: See you next week!
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