Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Jul 25 21:03:58 2012 on (irc)

(21:03:58) 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.
(21:03:58) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(21:04:00) CdrTKirr: Apology accepted, so now you're never allowed to be absent again, MUWAHAHA
(21:04:08) CdrTKirr: Erp, hi. o.O
(21:04:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Hello!
(21:04:34) LtJGAlexisWright: Hihi!
(21:07:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Welcome back, McKnight and Wright.
(21:07:42) LtJGAlexisWright: I am sorry for fail. :(
(21:08:33) LtJGAlexisWright: I was sick, and then I was out of town, and then I was working, and I forgot that I needed to tell you guys until it was too late. :(
(21:09:24) VAdmBlackthorne: No worries.
(21:09:37) CdrTKirr: Chance getting black screen again. -_-
(21:09:44) CdrTKirr: This time with IE
(21:10:38) VAdmBlackthorne: try chrome or FF
(21:10:50) CdrTKirr: He tried those first
(21:11:12) CdrTKirr: Server not available messages trying to get into mibbit
(21:11:18) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:11:36) LtJGAlexisWright: I had one of those earlier.
(21:11:37) CdrHarper: Worked fine here.
(21:11:58) LtJGAlexisWright: But it seemed to fix itself when I closed the window and tried launching a fresh instance.
(21:12:30) CdrTKirr: I'll tell him
(21:12:46) LtJGAlexisWright: In Firefox.
(21:13:05) CdrTKirr: Woke up at 5:30 this morning, taught a lake patrol training class on a lake. -_-
(21:13:10) CdrTKirr: I'm beat.
(21:13:27) VAdmBlackthorne: That's where I'd teach a lake patrol training class.
(21:13:43) CdrTKirr: Well ya know... I COULD do it on the dock, but no
(21:14:02) LtJGAlexisWright: Then it would be a dock patrol training class.
(21:14:12) CdrTKirr: Lots of sun the last few days... I'm wiped out, supposed to feel over 100 degrees the rest of this week
(21:14:59) CdrTKirr: Rofl it's 9pm and the heat index is 104 outside
(21:15:10) ColDougMcKnight: Ouch.
(21:15:33) CdrTKirr: I not only chose to work in Florida summer, I chose to work outside in Florida summer. >_O
(21:15:44) CdrTKirr: Anyway.
(21:15:57) ColDougMcKnight: I feel your pain. I had to do trash at work Monday. And nobody had done it over the weekend, so it took me 4 hours. Anough of that was outside to land me a sunburn.
(21:16:02) ColDougMcKnight: So yes, July sucks.
(21:16:10) LtJGAlexisWright: It's only about 85 here today. I'm sitting in the dark with the blinds closed waiting for it to get cool enough to open the windows.
(21:16:15) ColDougMcKnight: *Enough
(21:16:16) CdrTKirr: Four hours?!
(21:16:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Sheesh.
(21:16:46) CdrTKirr: And I'm complaining about floating around on a boat for five.
(21:16:56) LtJGAlexisWright: That's a lot of trash.
(21:17:15) ColDougMcKnight: It was a never ending fucking avalanche of trash I had to condense before I brought it out to the compactor. My manager said she was "beyond pissed" when she saw it hadn;t been done.
(21:17:32) ColDougMcKnight: So I must have been furious.
(21:17:37) LtJGAlexisWright: The only time I've ever spent 4 hours on trash involved an MMORPG and not actual garbage.
(21:17:44) CdrTKirr: So... over the "weekend"... does it usually take an hour each day or something? =X
(21:17:53) CdrTKirr: Rofl Wright
(21:18:34) ColDougMcKnight: Well, it depends on the day. If it's a heavy but otherwise regular load, I MIGHT expect to need 2.
(21:18:59) LtJGAlexisWright: From whence does all this trash come?
(21:19:01) CdrTKirr: Trash is a main part of your job, then?
(21:19:02) ColDougMcKnight: Today...took me maybe 20 minutes.
(21:19:22) ColDougMcKnight: I wind up with that particular task on every one of my day shifts, yes.
(21:19:53) CdrTKirr: Meh.
(21:20:01) ColDougMcKnight: Some days, it's actually kind of a nice change of pace. If it's nice out, it's a nice long block of nobody being able to page me.
(21:20:07) ColDougMcKnight:'s July.
(21:20:29) CdrTKirr: Yeah. >_<
(21:20:38) CdrTKirr: Ever have yellowflies chase you?
(21:20:44) LtJGAlexisWright: Whenever I feel the need to bitch about my cushy office job, I will think of you and stop talking.
(21:20:57) ColDougMcKnight: Heh, glad I could help, Wright!
(21:20:59) CdrTKirr: lol
(21:21:05) ColDougMcKnight: And...yellowflies. Don't think so.
(21:21:18) CdrTKirr: I've had them chase me in a boat about half a mile. >_<
(21:21:27) CdrTKirr: They really, REALLY want my blood.
(21:21:31) LtJGAlexisWright: The hell are yellowflies?
(21:21:42) CdrTKirr: A type of horsefly... if that helps.
(21:21:52) LtJGAlexisWright: I see.
(21:22:01) ColDougMcKnight: Ah. Lame.
(21:22:10) CdrTKirr: Think of a bitey fly the size of a housefly, except it's not black, it's yellow-striped
(21:22:26) CdrTKirr: It's quick, it buzzes around your legs where you're not looking, and bites. It hurts.
(21:22:41) CdrTKirr: And it's attracted to movement. So you swat, and it comes after you again.
(21:22:50) CdrTKirr: And keeps coming until you kill it or lose it.
(21:23:05) CdrTKirr: I HATE THEM.
(21:23:23) CdrTKirr: I had half my thigh swell up from one a couple years ago.
(21:23:27) LtJGAlexisWright: My primary complaint is that the city has decided 77 degrees is when they're willing to turn on the air conditioner, and that stupid people with their kids steal my shady parking spot while I'm at lunch, and that little kids think coming to the park and screaming like lunatics is the funnest thing EVER
(21:23:43) CdrTKirr: Oh and they live near lakes.
(21:24:03) LtJGAlexisWright: None of which measures up to 4 hours of trash or yellowflies.
(21:24:07) LtLedaHarper [] entered the room.
(21:24:14) CdrTKirr: 77 degrees sounds nice. ^_^
(21:24:20) LtLedaHarper: ENVY
(21:24:24) CdrTKirr: lol
(21:24:26) LtJGAlexisWright: In the office?
(21:24:26) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:24:30) CdrTKirr: Yes
(21:24:35) ColDougMcKnight: Kids...I REALLY hope my genetic programming kicks in and makes me oblivious to what shits mine are when they exist.
(21:24:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Chance and Harper
(21:25:01) LtLedaHarper: Programming will probably do that.
(21:25:07) LtJGAlexisWright: Too warm for office. I'm happy right around 70 degrees as an indoor temperature.
(21:25:14) CdrTKirr: Hey Chance, reset worked?
(21:25:34) CdrTKirr: Omg Wright are you diabetic =X
(21:25:56) LtJGAlexisWright: Not yet >>; pretty typical though
(21:26:21) CdrTKirr: It's 75 in here and I've got a sweatshirt, heavy socks, and a blanket wrapped around me.
(21:26:25) ColDougMcKnight: I like it cool myself.
(21:26:26) LtJGAlexisWright: 70 degrees being a happy indoor temperature, I mean. At least for people who live around here.
(21:26:28) CdrTKirr: And drinking warmish tea.
(21:26:42) LtJGAlexisWright: Well maybe you should turn off the AC!
(21:27:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty, let's get going.
(21:27:14) ColDougMcKnight: It's set to 74 here. That's adequate, though my ideal would probably be 72.
(21:27:20) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEEEET :: Attention!
(21:27:23) LtJGAlexisWright: We don't have AC at home, we'll open the windows when it gets dark and the apartment will be about 55 degrees in the morning.
(21:27:24) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:27:26) LtJGAlexisWright: ::AA::
(21:27:48) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(21:27:58) CdrTKirr: (( Chance is a ghost, still not in ))
(21:28:35) LtJGAlexisWright: (( It's been over 90 degrees like maybe 3 or 4 days so far this year. For the record. Move to Oregon, it's awesome. ^_^ ))
(21:29:23) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Atlantis sleeps in spacedock, getting some well-deserved rest while enjoying a now-somewhat-more-major refit and engine upgrade. Shore leave has been granted to anywhere within the Sol system, but wrap it up!
(21:29:41) EnsUrist: ::AA::
(21:30:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:30:38) ColDougMcKnight: Um...was a winner determined for the race last week?
(21:31:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Nope, we didn't play.
(21:31:19) EnsignJohnTChance left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(21:32:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty, then...
(21:32:56) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:33:00) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:33:02) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:33:56) VAdmBlackthorne: :: seated behind T'Kirr in a yellow Stearman biplane, somewhere above Tennessee ::
(21:34:03) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:34:04) CdrTKirr: :: flying ::
(21:35:23) CdrTKirr: (( He's a ghost again, can't see anyone in room ))
(21:35:54) VAdmBlackthorne: (get pidgin)
(21:36:00) CdrTKirr: (( Told him to ))
(21:36:34) EnsignJohnTChance left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:36:52) LtKuari [TKirr@50.89.qt.vm] entered the room.
(21:36:54) VAdmBlackthorne: You know, when I told you I'd teach to you to fly the Stearman, I had no idea you'd learn in a race!
(21:37:02) LtJGAlexisWright: :: has made up her mind to check in on her father.... probably. Is seated in a conveniently placed coffee shop across the street, sipping something iced and delicious with real whipped cream on top. ))
(21:37:13) LtJGAlexisWright: ::
(21:37:13) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:37:25) ColDougMcKnight: :: Back on the highway, barreling along at insane speeds once more somewhere past Jackson, conferring with local authorities::
(21:37:38) CdrTKirr: Nor did I. And for racing, I find it quite... uneventful.
(21:38:06) ColDougMcKnight: Nashville PD dispatcher> +McKnight+ You're on your way here doing WHAT?
(21:38:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Point toward the destination and haul ass! It's a little more eventful when there are other planes... or a required route through a valley.
(21:40:21) ColDougMcKnight: NPD> 150. Relax, I'll slow to whatever you think's reasonable as I hit the city limits. Though that's when I'm going to lose the most ground on this thing, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't COMPLETELY hose me. Just keep the streets clear of pedestrian traffic, and you'll have a nice little photo shoot for the paper.
(21:40:36) ColDougMcKnight: (Sorry, that should have been +NPD+)
(21:40:46) VAdmBlackthorne: We've plenty of fuel to make Memphis and the old girl's purring!
(21:40:50) CdrTKirr: I would imagine so.
(21:41:07) CdrTKirr: (( Oh right, we got fuel? ))
(21:41:24) VAdmBlackthorne: ((Yeah, end of last sim)
(21:42:04) CdrTKirr: As long as I maintain an accurate vector, we should arrive at an acceptable time.
(21:42:24) LtKuari: :: seated somewhat on a chair in a posh waiting room in Starfleet Medical in San Fransisco ::
(21:42:49) LtJGAlexisWright: (( Vulcans take all the fun out of racing. ))
(21:42:53) VAdmBlackthorne: I've no doubt in the accuracy of your vectors! You've got the hang of her.
(21:43:11) CdrTKirr: :: nods, as if he's stating the obvious ::
(21:44:48) LtJGAlexisWright: :: willfully draws out the time it takes to finish her coffee, working a crossword puzzle and finding various other ways to distract herself as the day ticks past ::
(21:45:13) ColDougMcKnight: NPD> +McKnight+ Fine, fine. Whatever. We'll cordon off the most direct route. Do NOT attempt to take any dumbass shortcuts, and you're cleared for 60. Not 65. 60.
(21:45:55) VAdmBlackthorne: (Should be MPD, we were going to Memphis!)
(21:46:26) ColDougMcKnight: (AH, my mistake. Consider it retconned.)
(21:47:29) ColDougMcKnight: :: Takes a breath to protest, but reconsiders. For a metropolitan downtown, 60 is generous.:: Acknowledged.
(21:47:40) ColDougMcKnight: MPD> Yipee. Memphis out.
(21:49:45) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grits his teeth and pins the pedal to the floor, managing to get it up to 180! Time to make up some ground before he has to yield it! ::
(21:51:18) VAdmBlackthorne: +Memphis ATC+ Memphis ATC, this is India Bravo Four Two, come in.
(21:52:10) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> +42+ We read you, 42.
(21:53:00) VAdmBlackthorne: +MATC+ :: explains the situation to the traffic controller, who sounded half asleep at first ::
(21:53:09) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> You want me to clear you to do what?!
(21:53:45) VAdmBlackthorne: +MATC+ I want to land in Lee Park.
(21:54:18) EnsignJohnTChance [David_Knol@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:55:06) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> Well, there certainly ain't a lot of traffic... I'll see if the local PD will cooperate and clear you an area. Stand by.
(21:55:14) CdrTKirr: (( Testing, you see this, Chance? ))
(21:55:28) CdrTKirr: (( Pidgin ftw ))
(21:55:55) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> :: calls MPD, who apparently already knows about this, having spoken to McKnight::
(21:56:24) EnsignJohnTChance: Yes! It only took an hour, but here I finally am~
(21:56:29) VAdmBlackthorne: (Welcome!)
(21:57:22) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> :: gets the nod from MPD, then shoots a message off to the local news :: +42+ November Four Two India Bravo Four Two, this is Memphis ATC, come in.
(21:58:28) VAdmBlackthorne: +MATC+ This is 42, go ahead.
(21:59:29) CdrTKirr: :: listens while maintaining their heading ::
(21:59:30) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> +42+ Memphis PD has agreed to clear the park out along the riverbank next to Beale St. You're clear, you crazy bastard.
(22:00:04) ColDougMcKnight: :: As the big finish gets ever closer, he begins to start feeling oddly restless for a man barreling along at three times what was once the accepted speed limit along this stretch of road.:: Something this stupid needs a soundtrack. What the hell was that late 20th number...
(22:00:37) LtKuari: :: jumps up suddenly when she hears a shrill chirp from down the hall and grins broadly, running on all fours up to the older Rucara ::
(22:00:57) ColDougMcKnight: Hah! Computer! Search: Eye of the Tiger. Play.
(22:01:09) VAdmBlackthorne: +MATC+ Much appreciated, ATC! Will radio on approach.
(22:01:23) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> +42+ Roger that, Memphis out.
(22:01:41) VAdmBlackthorne: :: reaches forward and squeezes T'Kirr's shoulder :: Feel like landing in a park on a riverbank?!
(22:03:28) LtKuari: Ruari> :: collides into Kuari's head, also on all fours, nuzzling her affectionately :: I'm so glad you came, Kuari! I've missed you so.
(22:03:55) CdrTKirr: I feel like landing alive and well. As long as this is an option, I'm..."feeling" up to it.
(22:04:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Now, would I recommend a landing that would get us killed?
(22:04:38) CdrTKirr: :: doesn't answer ::
(22:05:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: laughs uproariously ::
(22:05:54) LtKuari: Mother... I missed you, too. I've been so far away, been on so many adventures.
(22:06:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pulls up the map on the holonav while T'Kirr flies, and plots them an approach ::
(22:06:29) ColDougMcKnight: (Ooh, little past ten. BRB, need to feed kitties.)
(22:07:04) LtKuari: Ruari> :: arcs her neck back to look into Kuari's eyes :: Dangerous adventures.
(22:07:18) LtJGAlexisWright: :: finally reaches the bottom of her cup, which is mostly melted ice anyway, and decides she can't stall any longer - gathers herself up and heads toward the door. ::
(22:07:29) EnsignJohnTChance: :: As the shuttlecraft docks beside the temporary science station cube, Chance and the pilot, the lovely Nora Perkins, wait for the science party to enter for a return with their new data concerning organic matter existing in the rings of Saturn...::
(22:08:16) VAdmBlackthorne: It's going to be just like that runway landing you did, but without lines!
(22:08:21) VAdmBlackthorne: And possibly trees.
(22:08:27) VAdmBlackthorne: But there is an open field.
(22:08:29) LtKuari: :: nods :: Dangerous, yes. There is so much fighting out there, so many people to protect. :: wilts a little :: I know you don't approve.
(22:08:39) LtJGAlexisWright: (( :: trades her passion for glooooryyyyyy :: ))
(22:09:04) VAdmBlackthorne: (It's the Rye or the Kaiser!)
(22:09:23) CdrTKirr: I will aim for the field, then, and not for the trees.
(22:09:24) EnsignJohnTChance: :: During the trip to Saturn, Chance teased Nora with ancient tales of the Space Goat that swallowed wayward spaceships. She did not believe him, even though he said it was merely a legend...::
(22:10:23) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Space Goat indeed. You must think I'm really simple.
(22:10:27) LtJGAlexisWright: (( :: at the mention of Space Goats, somewhere, Minei twitches her tail and continues painting her hoof :: ))
(22:11:07) LtKuari: Ruari> :: growls a little and bumps Kuari's head with hers :: You know I just worry that I will never see you again. Your instinct to do crazy things is stronger in you than your instinct to stay alive.
(22:11:22) EnsignJohnTChance: Not at all. I said it was just something they made up. It's kind of like a goat will eat anything. So a space goat will obviously eat any sort of spacecraft. Get it? It's like a joke.
(22:12:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Good call.
(22:12:54) LtJGAlexisWright: :: makes her way up to the reception desk, fidgeting nervously :: Hi. Hello. My name is Alexis Wright? My father ...resides here?
(22:13:36) VAdmBlackthorne: I have us an approach calcluated!
(22:14:01) LtKuari: :: nods, having heard this chastisement many times before, and pulls her feet forward, sitting on the floor. She grins a little, this familiar feeling bringing her back to memories of living everyday with her mother and father, and looks up at Ruari :: So. How's work?
(22:14:16) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse at Reception> :: without looking up from her work, making notes on PADDs and tidily stacking them for the doctors :: Name, please.
(22:14:28) CdrTKirr: :: checks a panel :: I see it.
(22:14:32) LtJGAlexisWright: Um... Wright? Alexis Wright?
(22:14:51) CdrTKirr: :: makes sure she lines up with the guidance system ::
(22:15:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: displays a heading alignment cylinder on the holonav :: Your tangent line off that cylinder will line up with the park. From there it's all visual.
(22:15:43) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> :: taps something into her computer :: I'm sorry, I don't have anyone named "Alexis Wright" in the system. You're sure this is the right facility?
(22:16:18) LtJGAlexisWright: Oh.. um, no. I mean, Alexis is my name. Sorry. I guess you wanted my father's name.
(22:16:47) EnsignJohnTChance: :: As the party begins to board the rear of the shuttlecraft, the science station cube collapses on itself, becoming a flat compact square that fits in the shuttlecraft's back bay. Chance watches a readout from the co-pilot seat. :: Party's aboard and so is the cube. Guess we can split.
(22:17:36) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> About time, too. Wonder if these guys found whatever they were looking for?
(22:17:54) LtKuari: Ruari> :: smiles back :: Busy. I just got out of a meeting with Ambassador Chen from Andoria. There's some new treatment for Winter's Flu we've been running tests on. Apparently, they're very happy with the results so far and they're putting a lot of effort into its progression.
(22:17:55) EnsignJohnTChance: Dunno. Why not call the leader up here and ask him?
(22:18:06) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> You want to?
(22:18:10) EnsignJohnTChance: Why not?
(22:18:26) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> :: finally looks up from her work at the obviously anxious young woman she's speaking to :: If your father is the person you're looking for, then yes. That would help. :: taps :: but I think I found him here. Wright, admitted just a short time ago, brain injuries related to a vehicle accident?
(22:18:56) LtJGAlexisWright: Yes.... yes. That's my father. So he is here. May... May I see him?
(22:19:07) EnsignJohnTChance: What's his name?
(22:19:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Start us on to a shallow dive to pick up speed.
(22:19:45) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Nora has to think about it :: I think it's Billy.
(22:20:15) CdrTKirr: :: dips down a bit, testing their speed versus altitude ratio ::
(22:20:33) ColDougMcKnight: (Okay! Sorry, took a bit longer than I expected to FIND the catfood, but kitties are all set.)
(22:20:49) EnsignJohnTChance: Are you sure it wasn't Billings?
(22:20:55) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> :: gives the young woman a warm and comforting smile, the kind of smile that gets an automatic smile in return :: I'll call up the nurse in his section right now. Why don't you have a seat? Right over there? It'll be just a minute.
(22:21:34) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Shakes her head :: Nope. It's Billy for sure.
(22:22:04) LtKuari: :: nods, seeing Ruari's excitement about the topic in her eyes :: I'm glad you're finding satisfaction in what you do. What about Father?
(22:22:27) VAdmBlackthorne: +MATC+ Memphis ATC, this is India Bravo Four Two, starting initial approach for eventual landing in Lee Park.
(22:22:32) LtJGAlexisWright: :: nods uncomfortably and has a seat right over there. She perches on the edge of the seat and stares at a spot on the floor about 3 feet in front of her. ::
(22:22:39) VAdmBlackthorne: MATC> Roger that, 42, you are clear.
(22:22:53) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Shrugs :: Okay, if you say so. :: Stands up, walks around the command chair and opens the cockpit door. :: Professor Billy? Could you come in. The pilot and I have a question.
(22:23:28) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> Paging section 17 nursing station. Paging section 17 nursing station. Please call extension 430.
(22:24:04) LtKuari: Ruari> :: grins again :: He is well. There's not much for him to do, really. There are no other Rucara for him to keep relations with. He's been finding things to study, people. Like Klingons.
(22:24:15) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Gives Chance a look, since he seems to be snickering as he sits back down :: What's so funny?
(22:24:19) ColDougMcKnight: :: And here come the wheels, 2 minutes inside the city limits and streaking along at a nice, sedate...64 MPH. ::
(22:24:36) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins. :: Not 65. You got it, Officer Yipee.
(22:24:38) CdrTKirr: (( rofl ))
(22:25:01) VAdmBlackthorne: (By that logic, 66 would count!)
(22:25:09) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Surpressing a laugh :: Nothing. Professor Billy is behind you.
(22:25:11) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> :: a few minutes later, receives a call :: Yes, hi Betsy! I have an Alexis Wright here asking to see her father. Yes, Mr. Wright. Okay, I'll hold.
(22:25:32) LtJGAlexisWright: :: quietly engrosses herself in studying the weave of the carpet ::
(22:25:49) ColDougMcKnight: (By that logic, parking at a transport station in Kansas and beaming in would count too. He's being sportsmanlike!)
(22:26:33) LtKuari: :: makes a face :: Klingons? Really?
(22:29:07) LtKuari: Ruari> :: laughs musically :: Yes, they're actually quite interesting. Don't you think so? He can speak their language fluently now, in several dialects. I wish he could have been here to see you.
(22:29:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, here comes final approach!
(22:29:24) LtJGAlexisWright: :: one minute passes. then two. then five. The nurse occasionally looks up and gives Alexis a reassuring smile, which grows a little more strained as time passes. ::
(22:29:28) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Ignoring Chance, Nora turns around, a smile on her face and a hand extended. Her eyes widen as she sees the professor. He is short with long, wild-looking black hair combed back between two knarled horns on either side of his head. He is chewing a long piece of something that looks like wood, making the long ghoatee on his chin wag up and down. Nora stops in her tracks and screams ::
(22:29:49) CdrTKirr: Are you sure you don't wish to take the controls?
(22:29:51) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> OH MY GOD! IT'S THE SPACE GOAT!
(22:31:10) VAdmBlackthorne: You'll land her just fine! Besides, what man wouldn't want to watch his wife fly his plane to victory in a race?
(22:31:26) ColDougMcKnight: Two miles! I can taste that beer already. Something light, hoppy, slightly bitter...and free!
(22:31:45) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Chance starts laughing so hard he literally falls out of his chair. Still screaming, Nora tries to throw something at him. Professor Billy looks back and forth between them, shakes his head and says "Baaaaaah!" before turning and leaving the cockpit ::
(22:33:13) CdrTKirr: So long as you don't tell McKnight that it was you that beat him and not me. :: follows the tangent laid out for her ::
(22:33:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Wouldn't dream of it! I'll tell him with pride!
(22:33:45) VAdmBlackthorne: :: They come around the HAC and line up with the riverbank park ::
(22:34:17) CdrTKirr: :: stares at the visual for a few seconds :: THAT is where we're landing?
(22:34:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Plenty of room!
(22:34:46) CdrTKirr: :: realizes that was an illogical thing to say and instead concentrates on not kiling them ::
(22:35:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: lower and lower :: Flaps down!
(22:36:12) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: Doing a slow burn during the flight back to Atlantis :: You knew, didn't you?
(22:36:20) EnsignJohnTChance: Knew what?
(22:36:59) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> About the Professor. That's why you told me those stories.
(22:37:01) LtKuari: :: lowers the flaps and monitors how the plane responds, keeping their course ::
(22:37:02) ColDougMcKnight: :: 1 mile! ::
(22:37:25) LtKuari: (( We could possibly see you, then? ))
(22:37:28) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> Oh, hey Betsy! Yes, I'm still here. What? Ah... Yes, she's still here. :: listens, then shifts uncomfortably in her chair and glances furtively at Alexis, lowering her voice :: I can't... Are you serious? ....No. No, I understand. Yes. . Right. Consultation room B. I understand. Thank you. ::hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath ::
(22:37:32) EnsignJohnTChance: No. The stories are real. Look them up. I didn't even know who the professor was until I opened the door.
(22:37:34) LtKuari: (( Oh hey, Kuari's not flying ))
(22:37:45) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Bullshit.
(22:37:54) ColDougMcKnight: (Actually, yeah, I bet you could, if you were looking for him and sharp eyed enough.)
(22:38:28) VAdmBlackthorne: :: peers out over the side, the roads not exactly full this far into the future, and spies a pickup truck hauling ass ::
(22:38:51) VAdmBlackthorne: I see him!
(22:39:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Just like you landed on the runway!
(22:39:41) LtKuari: :: nods :: I would love to see him. So, are you still working? I want to stay the night.
(22:40:19) CdrTKirr: :: dips lower and lower, heading for a hopefully smooth touchdown along the riverbank ::
(22:41:37) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watches, not much left for him to do ::
(22:41:41) LtKuari: Ruari> I'm done for the day. Shall we go eat together?
(22:41:44) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins savagely as he looks up and spots a plane descending toward downtown. :: This one's for all the ground pounders!
(22:42:12) EnsignJohnTChance: It's not bullshit, and I'll bet he's gonna turn you in for insubordination as soon as we dock.
(22:42:30) LtJGAlexisWright: Nurse> Miss Wright? :: waits as Alexis stands and comes up to the desk :: Hi. I'm not sure how to say this, but... your father isn't accepting visitors right now. :: forges ahead :: However, Dr. Kulkarni would like to speak with you about his progress. She's on her way to meet you in a consultation room. If you'll follow me? :: stands and starts walking
(22:43:01) EnsignJohnTChance: ;; From the rear of the shuttlecraft, Chance and Nora can hear a voice saying "Baaaaaaaah! ::
(22:43:43) EnsignJohnTChance: Yep. He and his team find life in the rings of Saturn, and all you can do is call him a goat.
(22:44:12) CdrTKirr: :: drops the landing gear and glides along above the ground before slowing them enough to drop, the plane jouncing on the rougher terrain ::
(22:44:18) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Well look at him. The dude has horns.
(22:44:40) LtJGAlexisWright: :: reels for a moment, and then - stunned - follows silently in the wake of the nurse who deposits her in what she assumes is Consultation room B and departs, closing the door behind her ::
(22:44:54) EnsignJohnTChance: So does a trombone player. But I haven't heard you call HIM a goat.
(22:45:02) VAdmBlackthorne: (Heh, these landing gear don't even retract!)
(22:45:16) ColDougMcKnight: (Remind me. Was it specifically the bar they were trying to get to first?)
(22:45:24) VAdmBlackthorne: (I don't think they ever said....)
(22:45:27) LtKuari: That sounds wonderful! :: turns and begins to follow Ruari towards the exit ::
(22:45:28) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands on the brakes ::
(22:45:35) VAdmBlackthorne: :: cuts the engine ::
(22:46:12) CdrTKirr: (( It's 45 after so I figured I land now or never =P ))
(22:47:00) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: scowling :: I hope you weren't counting on getting lucky when we get to the ship.
(22:47:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: as they bounce to a stop, he hops out and offers a hand to help her down :: C'mon, let's run!
(22:47:03) ColDougMcKnight: :: Comes screeching to a stop, pulling up by the roadside with the dying dregs of his momentum, and hops out of the truck with a grin that soon turns into a grimace. :: Holy crap, I'm stiff!
(22:47:16) EnsignJohnTChance: You mean you don't have a chance?
(22:47:33) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> Oh, shut up.
(22:47:51) CdrTKirr: :: feeling rather elated at not killing them, is determined to not let her shaky legs stop her from running off the adrenaline and jumps down, taking the offered hand and begins to run ::
(22:48:13) VAdmBlackthorne: :: runs with her straight onto Beale St from the park :: Great landing!
(22:49:59) CdrTKirr: :: just runs ::
(22:50:32) LtJGAlexisWright: :: sits silently for what feels like an eternity before the door opens and an attractive young Indian woman enters, closing the door behind her and reaches out for a handshake ::
(22:50:34) ColDougMcKnight: :: Shakes his head in exasperation as her sees the two of them entering the street further down. :: Son of a-okay, bar,!
(22:50:44) ColDougMcKnight: :: Takes off sprinting!::
(22:50:51) VAdmBlackthorne: :: the whole street is bars! ::
(22:51:27) LtJGAlexisWright: Dr. Kulkarni> Hello there. I am Doctor Kulkarni. You are Alexis Wright?
(22:51:46) LtJGAlexisWright: :: limply returns the handshake and nods dully ::
(22:52:18) CdrTKirr: :: finds her efforts incredibly slow and unsatisfactory after having covered so much distance so quickly in a plane ::
(22:52:57) ColDougMcKnight: :: In that case...:: Okay, what the hell do we call the finish line?
(22:53:20) VAdmBlackthorne: :: spies a familiar figure running down the street in the opposite direction ::
(22:53:29) LtJGAlexisWright: Dr. Kulkarni> So first let me address your fears - your father's health is fine. The situation is... well, to be blunt, it's that he doesn't want you to see him as he is. :: watches carefully as Alexis takes this in ::
(22:53:41) EnsignJohnTChance: Okay, I know you're still pissed, Nora, but I think I still have a chance for later on. :: Reaches into his pocket and pulls out his COIN. Flips it into the air :: Call it.
(22:54:14) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> :: her eyes trail the coin upwards :: heads!
(22:54:18) LtJGAlexisWright: :: takes this in to the best of her ability :: What do you... what?
(22:54:43) VAdmBlackthorne: :: runs up to Silky O'Sullivan's right as McKnight does, and bursts out laughing ::
(22:55:10) EnsignJohnTChance: :: catches the coin and slaps a hand over it. As Nora looks on, he lifts the hand away. The coin is showing tails ::
(22:55:18) CdrTKirr: :: just puffs ::
(22:55:36) EnsignJohnTChance: Nora Perkins> You cheated!
(22:56:14) ColDougMcKnight: :: Stops and stoops, breathing heavily, amused and exasperated at the same time. :: Jesus. Um...rock, paper, scissiors?
(22:56:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Call it a draw? :: grins as he gets his breath ::
(22:56:35) EnsignJohnTChance: :: smiling :: I won't say I did and I won't say that I didn't, but I will say this... Anyone that wouldn't cheat in this circustance doesn't want it badly enough!
(22:57:52) LtJGAlexisWright: Dr. Kulkarni> It is simply this: He is weak. His brain injury has left him cognizant and aware, but he doesn't have full control over most of his body right now. His mind is intact - let me be clear about that - but the damaged neural pathways are complicated to treat because of the length of time between injury and medical attention.
(22:57:59) ColDougMcKnight: I didn't want to admit it, but I had a sneaking suspicion it was going to end up this way. Fine, draw. Let's just get inside. I need a cold drink.
(22:58:45) VAdmBlackthorne: :: claps him on the back and hold the door for T'Kirr :: I second that.
(23:00:00) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(23:00:18) CdrTKirr: :: wonders a moment at how her life came to her, a Vulcan, racing a plane versus a truck across Earthen country towards a bar, before preceding the men into the establishment ::
(23:00:30) VAdmBlackthorne: (rofl)
(23:02:13) LtJGAlexisWright: Dr. Kulkarni> He walks with a walker, and only for short distances. He is incontinent. He feels that he looks much older and much more feeble and frail than he is, and he absolutely refused to permit us to let you visit him. We tried to reason with him, but he would have none of it, Alexis. He became quite agitated. We almost had to sedate him.
(23:04:21) LtJGAlexisWright: Dr. Kulkarni> He insists that we progress in his therapy and treatments a great deal before he will accept your visit... but he does wish to exchange letters with you. :: pulls an envelope out of her pocket :: He asked me to give this to you. :: sets it on the table :: I must see to my patients now, Miss Wright, but... contact me if you have questions.
(23:04:27) VAdmBlackthorne: I have to give all the credit to my pilot, of course, especially for that landing. :: gestures to T'Kirr as they order drinks, bluesy music coming from a live band ::
(23:05:19) LtJGAlexisWright: Dr. Kulkarni> :: pats Alexis gently on the hand and then silently leaves the room ::
(23:05:49) CdrTKirr: I just avoided the trees.
(23:07:13) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:07:15) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:07:17) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:07:30) LtJGAlexisWright: :: || ::
(23:07:45) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:08:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright! That should conclude our shore leave!
(23:09:27) CdrTKirr: Great sim everyone. ^_^
(23:09:38) CdrTKirr: Sad story, Wright. =/
(23:10:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, maybe we can see the letter in a log?
(23:10:47) EnsignJohnTChance: Baaaaaaaaaah!
(23:11:08) CdrTKirr: Might want to get that checked, Chance.
(23:11:38) EnsignJohnTChance: Trying to get my goat, commander?
(23:12:45) CdrTKirr: Well, if you toot your own horn... ^_~
(23:13:19) EnsignJohnTChance: LMAOROTF! Good one!
(23:13:26) CdrTKirr: I'm insanely happy that I get to wake up at 8 tomorrow and not 5:30.
(23:13:58) CdrTKirr: I'm wittier in type!
(23:14:11) CdrTKirr: Anyway, thanks all. Glad to see you back, Mike. ^_^
(23:14:20) LtJGAlexisWright: Yes, yes, I should write the letter.
(23:14:25) CdrTKirr: I wanna read it!
(23:14:33) LtKuari left the room.
(23:14:51) LtJGAlexisWright: Sorry, my bladder was unwilling to wait after PAUSE SIM
(23:14:56) CdrTKirr: lol =)
(23:15:07) LtJGAlexisWright: I will write it. Don't let me forget!
(23:15:16) LtJGAlexisWright: Also very thrilling race, racers
(23:15:17) ColDougMcKnight: Thanks!
(23:15:27) CdrTKirr: Thanks =)
(23:15:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, definitely glad to have you both back!
(23:15:31) ColDougMcKnight: To both of you.
(23:16:01) LtJGAlexisWright: Thanks! ^_^
(23:16:09) CdrTKirr: I got to write my first friendly Rucara encounter...ever.
(23:16:15) CdrTKirr: That was new for me.
(23:16:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, nice when one other that Kuari isn't trying to kill us.
(23:16:34) LtJGAlexisWright: Kuari's mom made me want to hug her.
(23:16:40) CdrTKirr: =D
(23:16:47) CdrTKirr: I imagine her quite huggable
(23:17:14) LtJGAlexisWright: But I'm her daughter's exotic chocolate dealer, so she might not like me all that much >>;
(23:17:31) CdrTKirr: HAHA
(23:17:49) ColDougMcKnight: I'm the guy she goes out and busts brave new skulls with! :)
(23:17:51) CdrTKirr: You could always get her hooked...
(23:18:12) CdrTKirr: lol Mike
(23:19:00) CdrTKirr: Anyways, night all, see you next week, or in a post after someone's log mid-week-ish?
(23:19:06) LtJGAlexisWright: Okay, time to get my husband to stop playing Mount and Blade and come watch Battlestar with me instead.
(23:19:43) LtJGAlexisWright: Be well, sweet dreams, ta-ta!
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(23:20:39) ColDougMcKnight: Night!
(23:20:46) VAdmBlackthorne: G'night, all!