Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Oct 16 21:01:07 2013 on VAdmBlackthorne@packetstorm.va.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
(21:01:07) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: We've followed Ot's fleet to a nearby moon of the gas giant that was the scene of the giant battle. With major battle damage to repair consisting of hull breaches, warp and quantum drives offline, and a broken disco ball, Ot has offered us any raw materials we need to get underway again.
(21:01:07) Topic for #USSAtlantis set by VAdmBlackthorne at 21:31:17 on 10/02/2013
(21:01:07) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(21:01:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:01:24) CdrTKirr: Hey
(21:01:33) CdrTKirr: Wright said she was leaving her office ten minutes ago.
(21:01:48) VAdmBlackthorne: k
(21:05:10) DoctorTav [Bryan@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:05:17) DoctorTav: Ahoy
(21:05:31) CdrTKirr: Hai.
(21:05:42) CdrTKirr: Yes in Japanese, but I like it.
(21:05:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:06:11) CdrTKirr: Why's my RAM sitting at 85% =( ...
(21:06:33) DoctorTav: We need to get you more.
(21:07:01) CdrTKirr: Wish I didn't have so many processes that won't stay stopped.
(21:07:21) CdrTKirr: I don't need Microsoft Office "Click-to-Run" on all the time...
(21:07:27) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@v-30-997-94-44.hsd7.vt.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:07:44) CdrTKirr: I don't even use Office.
(21:07:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:07:56) DoctorTav: You can remove it. I won't be using it on your machine
(21:08:05) LtCmdrBusard: Hey, sorry I'm late. It takes a remarkably long time to get from one side of a room to the other on crutches.
(21:08:14) DoctorTav: Ooh, ouch
(21:08:16) CdrTKirr: 8(
(21:08:28) LtCmdrBusard: Mike will be here shortly. He needed to pick up a new showerhead that can work with a bath chair.
(21:08:30) DoctorTav: How far into recovery are you?
(21:08:42) LtCmdrBusard: About two weeks.
(21:09:01) CdrTKirr: You poor dear
(21:09:05) LtCmdrBusard: It's a hairline fracture, so hopefully it'll be healed up enough for me to stop using the stupid crutches soon.
(21:09:23) LtCmdrBusard: Because my hate for them is an unending fury.
(21:09:34) CdrTKirr: I have a video for you.
(21:09:39) LtCmdrBusard: Oh?
(21:09:58) CdrTKirr: Make sure your email is right...
(21:10:35) CdrTKirr: Well crap, the app keeps crashing.
(21:11:02) CdrTKirr: Okay might have a work around
(21:11:34) CdrTKirr: marley.r@husky.neu.edu?
(21:11:57) LtAlexisWright [Holly@i-73-062-552-594.hsd7.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:12:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:12:07) LtAlexisWright: Hi
(21:12:15) LtAlexisWright: My text was seen?
(21:12:38) CdrTKirr: I got your text, yeah
(21:12:42) LtAlexisWright: \o/
(21:12:53) CdrTKirr: Rachel is that email right?
(21:12:58) DoctorTav: I didn't get a text.
(21:13:26) LtAlexisWright: T'Kirr was more recent in my text list >>;
(21:14:04) LtAlexisWright: I am going to go divest myself of my fleece and my hat.
(21:14:23) CdrTKirr: Oops, prolly shouldn't have stopped that process...
(21:14:24) LtCmdrBusard: Sorry, spaced.
(21:14:40) LtCmdrBusard: Oh, and no, my email is r.kj.marley@gmail.com
(21:14:43) CdrTKirr: What meds you on
(21:14:53) LtCmdrBusard: That was my college email address.
(21:15:15) LtCmdrBusard: I'm on...uh...lemme check.
(21:15:23) CdrTKirr: Yeah it was the last one I had
(21:16:11) LtCmdrBusard: That's cool. I'm bad at doing the whole "That email won't work anymore" thing.
(21:16:18) LtCmdrBusard: And I'm on something called Orudis.
(21:16:32) LtCmdrBusard: Which is an anti-inflammatory I think?
(21:16:38) DoctorTav: You sound like me using e-mail addresses. Though, I have one now I want to keep and use forever.
(21:17:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Sounds more like a Cardassian name.
(21:17:28) LtCmdrBusard: Yeah, well...I'm not sure how long I'll keep using the one i have, just because...my name is Rachel Roylance now, not Marley. But eh. I'm pretty lazy about doing that stuff, so it probably won't change for another year.
(21:17:34) CdrTKirr: Damn, Epocrates has never even heard of Orudis.
(21:17:51) LtCmdrBusard: It's also called Ketoprofen?
(21:17:56) LtCmdrBusard: That's the generic name.
(21:18:01) CdrTKirr: I'll have mine forever.
(21:18:08) CdrTKirr: Tav...will have his another month, maybe.
(21:18:12) DoctorTav: http://www.rxlist.com/orudis-drug.htm
(21:18:18) DoctorTav: Hey.
(21:18:21) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Gul Orudis of the Galor-class warship Ketoprofin attacks!
(21:18:27) DoctorTav: I like my e-mail address.
(21:18:30) DoctorTav: I want to keep it
(21:18:33) DoctorTav: It's my brand
(21:18:54) CdrTKirr: Ah okay... a kind of ibuprofen
(21:18:57) LtCmdrBusard: Oh no! We all get dizzy and drowsy!
(21:19:15) LtCmdrBusard: It's kind of like ibuprofen's big brother, if I understand what the doctor said.
(21:20:15) CdrTKirr: I can imagine
(21:21:49) LtCmdrBusard: Indeed. Also, Mike is home and will be on shortly.
(21:22:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Cool, we'll get started when he is.
(21:22:22) VAdmBlackthorne: And wrap up this terrible, terrible plot.
(21:22:27) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@v-30-997-94-44.hsd7.vt.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:23:00) ColDougMcKnight: Hey. Sorry I'm late.
(21:23:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:23:37) DoctorTav: Woohoo! We have everyone here!
(21:23:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Leda's not.
(21:23:54) CdrTKirr: All but Harper
(21:23:54) LtAlexisWright: Except this one Marine
(21:24:01) DoctorTav: Ack
(21:24:09) CdrTKirr: Sokay, she's forgettable that way.
(21:24:15) LtCmdrBusard: Awww.
(21:24:17) DoctorTav: Now I feel really bad. Any chance of having that removed from the log?
(21:24:24) DoctorTav: I feel horrible now :(
(21:24:31) CdrTKirr: LOOK HERE, DON'T DELETE THIS
(21:24:41) CdrTKirr: Nope.
(21:24:57) LtAlexisWright: You're just a bastard forever.
(21:25:07) DoctorTav: :(
(21:25:12) VAdmBlackthorne: TAV FORGOT ABOUT HARPER, EVERY FUTURE READER OF THIS LOG
(21:25:12) CdrTKirr: Aw, that's a mean thing to say about his dad
(21:25:43) DoctorTav: 'Scuse me while I go in the next room and cry.
(21:25:49) CdrTKirr: Noo, stay in that room
(21:26:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get started before a grown man cries.
(21:26:14) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:26:19) LtAlexisWright: ::AA::
(21:26:32) DoctorTav: :: aa ::
(21:26:42) LtAlexisWright: You mean ::qq::
(21:26:53) DoctorTav: :: qq ::
(21:27:52) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:28:28) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: We're working to finish up repairs ahead of getting underway again. Science and Engineering have devised a way to filter the impure metal donated by Ot's people to a Starfleet standard of purity using the transporters.
(21:28:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:29:06) CdrTKirr: No.
(21:29:16) LtAlexisWright: nope
(21:29:46) CdrHarper [Mibbit@cath-79-020-030-4.clppva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:31:12) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:31:13) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:31:16) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:32:27) VAdmBlackthorne: :: in the ready room, writing letters to families of the deceased ::
(21:32:27) LtAlexisWright: :: in a transporter room, programming in the purification sequence ::
(21:32:55) CdrTKirr: :: holds the Bridge from the center, as Blackthorne tends to wander off a lot ::
(21:33:32) DoctorTav: :: is in Sickbay, cleaning up what he can around those survivors who have not yet been released back to their quarters ::
(21:35:16) LtAlexisWright: There, I think that's done it. :: looks around for an Engineering person to hand this off to and finds herself alone :: Didn't I come down here with someone...?
(21:35:21) LtCmdrBusard: (Agh, clingy cat is clingy)
(21:36:49) LtCmdrBusard: :: Is in Engineering, trying to coordinate all the ship's repairs and the progress folks are having on the transmutation transporter.::
(21:37:47) CdrHarper: :: returns to the transporter room from the restroom, finds Wright looking perplexed :: Lieutenant?
(21:38:18) LtAlexisWright: Wasn't there a guy? Quinn, right?
(21:38:18) LtAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: Leaving.).
(21:38:51) LtAlexisWright [Holly@i-73-062-552-594.hsd7.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:38:57) CdrHarper: (WB)
(21:39:14) LtAlexisWright: (( Pidgin doesn't like me... keeps randomly dumping me. ))
(21:39:46) LtAlexisWright: ((Please PM anything I missed?))
(21:40:14) CdrHarper: (Nothing)
(21:40:33) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> :: The junk metal in question having been set aside in what seems an adequate quantity and marked for the magical transporter, Quinn is now ripping an alien power relay from one of the derelict ships and scanning it to see what modifications he'll need to make to allow for an adequate patch job, ::
(21:40:49) LtAlexisWright: Well, whatever. Do you want to take a look at the program, see what you think?
(21:40:55) CdrHarper: Quinn went down to the shipyard.
(21:40:57) ColDougMcKnight: ( And if memory serves, Quinn was never actually with her. He's not onboard the ship.)
(21:41:22) ColDougMcKnight: ( ^ In other words. )
(21:42:53) LtAlexisWright left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:43:17) LtCmdrBusard: (Damnit Pidgin!)
(21:43:22) LtAlexisWright [Holly@i-73-062-552-594.hsd7.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:43:33) LtAlexisWright: (( sigh ))
(21:43:34) ColDougMcKnight: ( WB )
(21:44:21) LtCmdrBusard: (WB)
(21:44:22) CdrHarper: Certainly, I would be happy to take a look.
(21:44:35) LtAlexisWright: :: gestures toward the console :: Please.
(21:45:02) ColDougMcKnight: :: By now, the marines have finished cordoning off those areas still activey under repair. Everyone not normally staying in one of those sections is being sent back to their quarters, and McKnight is doing a little juggling, setting aside temporary quarters for the still displaced. ::
(21:45:12) VAdmBlackthorne: (I've used pidgin for IRC for years without that issue. Are you updated fully?)
(21:45:28) CdrHarper: :: walks over and scrolls through the program ::
(21:45:56) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> :: Grimaces in disgust as he wipes some unidentifiable alien ship goo off onto his pant leg. :: Wish the Chief was here. And I was not.
(21:46:35) LtAlexisWright: (( build 2.10.7? ))
(21:47:24) LtCmdrBusard: :: Mutters to herself on her third raktajino:: Okay, preliminary patchwork done on decks 11-23...although someone's going to have to refill the pools, AGAIN. Why does the rec area always get hit? :: Looks to the mini-robots, who shrug and whirr:: I guess some people just hate fun.
(21:47:27) VAdmBlackthorne: (Yes - do you use the IRC Helper and IRC More plugins?)
(21:48:12) CdrHarper: This should work, although I admit I am a bit rusty.
(21:48:32) CdrHarper: :: watches Wright's reaction to see if she got the phrase right this time ::
(21:49:19) LtAlexisWright: :: nods, frowning slightly :: Me too. Should we send it to that Quinn guy to see what he thinks?
(21:50:07) CdrHarper: I believe that Quinn is likely indisposed at the moment. Contact the bridge for approval to begin transport.
(21:52:59) LtAlexisWright: Oh. Right. +Bridge+ Wright to Bridge.
(21:53:33) CdrTKirr: +Wright+ :: doesn't look up from her mini console :: T'Kirr.
(21:53:42) ColDougMcKnight: :: Concludes his scanning, to find himself pleasantly surprised. :: You know, this is actually some pretty hefty work. Capable of handling at least the voltage we'll be needing. Bit of a brute force job, though. But I'm pretty sure we can slap together something to finetune the flow up there.
(21:54:12) LtAlexisWright: +T'Kirr+ We are ready to begin transporting and refining ore with your permission.
(21:54:31) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> :: Hands it off to the engineer he was just talking to. :: Send it up. Flag it for a good cleaning, but otherwise it should save us a bit of time.
(21:55:31) CdrTKirr: +Wright+ :: looks up with interest :: Granted. Thank you.
(21:56:53) LtAlexisWright: :: notes that Quinn has already flagged some bits for transport :: Well, let's try a small amount first. Here goes nothing...
(21:56:58) DoctorTav: :: comes to the end of his shift. Since Sickbay is in recovery mode, he is not currently integral to its operation. Truth be told, it's mostly Engineering crew doing the work, with Tav and the medics working as much to keep the patients safe, as opposed to any major treatment.
(21:56:58) DoctorTav: :: Seeing that the end of his shift is coming in a few minutes, Tav retreats to his office, leaving the work to the medics, to finish up the shift's paperwork. ::
(21:57:06) LtAlexisWright: :: initializes transport ::
(21:57:28) CdrHarper: ::watches the pad ::
(21:57:41) LtCmdrBusard: :: Watches with interest on the monitors to see how the transport functions::
(21:57:51) LtCmdrBusard: Oh, please work please work please work.
(21:58:27) CdrTKirr: :: stands and walks to the RR ::
(21:58:45) LtAlexisWright: (( is this where someone does ACTION> ?))
(21:59:06) DoctorTav: :: plops down at his desk and slumps in his chair. He shakes his head at the thought of the twelve who died, three of them while on his bed, under his direct care. ::
(21:59:08) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> It works!
(21:59:49) LtKuari [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:59:51) LtCmdrBusard: Woo!
(22:00:03) LtAlexisWright: :: watches the material rapidly transporting several times in a row until a small ingot of metal is left on the pad ::
(22:00:32) LtAlexisWright: Now to test it for purity. Commander Harper, would you like to do the honors?
(22:01:29) LtKuari: :: enters Sickbay, looking around, is approached by a nurse, shakes her head and moves towards Tav's office, snatching a dermal regenerator off the shelf on her way ::
(22:01:36) CdrHarper: My pleasure. :: smiles and picks up a tricorder, opens it, and begins scanning ::
(22:01:51) CdrTKirr: :: bleeps the RR ::
(22:02:18) LtAlexisWright: :: bites her lip, anxious ::
(22:03:34) DoctorTav: :: continues blankly staring into his desk monitor, unaware of anything going on around him ::
(22:03:41) CdrHarper: :: ding! the scan finishes :: 99.992% pure.
(22:03:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Come in.
(22:03:52) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> :: Making use of holographic imaging to help follow the power grid to the next prospective bit of tech to scavenge, so as to find the path of least goo. :: I swear to God, if I come away from this clusterfuck with ship herpes...
(22:04:14) LtAlexisWright: Well! That falls well within the parameters that Engineering requires, yes?
(22:04:21) CdrTKirr: :: enters, standing near the door :: Just letting you know that transport has begun.
(22:04:56) LtCmdrBusard: (Bahaha ship herpes)
(22:05:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah, excellent. That should speed things up.
(22:05:09) LtAlexisWright: :: begins setting up a much larger transport ::
(22:05:16) LtAlexisWright: (( I smirked ))
(22:05:26) LtKuari: :: stands up high enough to peer through Tav's office windows before chiming ::
(22:05:37) CdrTKirr: Indeed. Repairs are coming along.
(22:05:38) CdrHarper: It actually exceeds the baseline requirements.
(22:05:40) DoctorTav: Enter.
(22:05:49) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods without much enthusiasm ::
(22:05:59) LtCmdrBusard: :: Nods with approval as she sees the orders going through :: Well, one less thing to worry about. Repairs not being made of purely crap scrap is good.
(22:06:05) LtAlexisWright: :: allows herself a moment of smugness ::
(22:07:02) LtKuari: :: wastes no time, making her way around Tav's desk, opening her mouth over his lap and depositing the dermal regenerator :: Hope you're not busy. :: sits on the floor, offering him a twitching wing ::
(22:07:12) LtAlexisWright: Would you mind hanging on to that bar for a few moments, and standing clear? I'm going to bring on a bigger load.
(22:07:40) DoctorTav: :: looks to his lap, then to Kuari, and starts working :: What did you do this time?
(22:07:50) LtCmdrBusard: ((:: Snicker snicker:: Bigger load :: snicker drugs::)
(22:07:51) LtKuari: Hull repair.
(22:07:54) LtAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: Leaving.).
(22:07:55) CdrHarper: Not at all. :: picks the bar off the transporter pad and gets out of the way ::
(22:08:17) LtCmdrBusard: (OH NO MY IMMATURITY HAS SPURNED THE ATTENTIONS OF WRIGHT)
(22:08:25) LtAlexisWright [Holly@i-73-062-552-594.hsd7.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(22:08:34) DoctorTav: Ah. You need to keep you wings out of the way of your work. :: keeps working ::
(22:08:39) CdrHarper: ot at all. :: picks the bar off the transporter pad and gets out of the way ::
(22:08:40) LtAlexisWright: (( ::snarl:: ))
(22:09:07) CdrTKirr: :: observes Blackthorne from acros the room :: Are the letters? :: pauses, then clarifies :: Coming along, I mean.
(22:09:08) LtAlexisWright: Energizing.
(22:09:27) LtAlexisWright left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(22:09:44) LtKuari: :: makes a face :: That's like saying I should keep my hands to myself.
(22:09:55) LtAlexisWright [Holly@i-73-062-552-594.hsd7.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(22:10:03) LtAlexisWright: (( son of a ))
(22:10:10) CdrTKirr: (( Poor Wright... ))
(22:10:15) LtCmdrBusard: (Monkey bitch?)
(22:10:34) LtAlexisWright: (( motherless pigdog! ))
(22:10:52) DoctorTav: :: thinks a second :: I guess that's easy to say when you don't have wings yourself. Like me. :: Turns off the dermal regenerator and looks Kuari in the eye :: There. How does that feel?
(22:10:56) LtCmdrBusard: (Aw, poor pigdog. No mommy!)
(22:11:42) LtAlexisWright: :: a few moments later, a large stack of ingots is on the transporter pad ::
(22:12:05) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: It never gets easier.
(22:12:21) LtKuari: :: grins, peering at her wing at different angles, then stretching it a bit :: Great, thanks. :: looks to Tav :: You're good at this.
(22:12:22) CdrHarper: :: scans those as well ::
(22:12:52) CdrTKirr: :: clasps her hands behind her :: ...May I be of any assistance?
(22:13:18) DoctorTav: I'm glad it feels better.
(22:14:16) LtAlexisWright: :: unconsciously holding her breath ::
(22:14:17) LtKuari: :: retracts her wing slowly, then just sits, staring at Tav with big cross-eyes ::
(22:14:17) LtCmdrBusard: (Okay, my brain has reached the point of druggedness that most of my thoughts turn into dirty jokes. I think that's indicative of it being lying down time.))
(22:15:01) CdrTKirr: (( Glad you felt up to joining for a bit =) ))
(22:15:12) LtAlexisWright: (( Yeah! ))
(22:15:40) LtCmdrBusard: (( Me too. Later guys!))
(22:15:49) LtCmdrBusard left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:16:00) DoctorTav: (( Get well VERY soon! )) (( Well, crap. ))
(22:16:05) VAdmBlackthorne: If you would like. Did you know Ensign Pols?
(22:18:34) CdrTKirr: :: lowers her eyes in thought :: Not well. We've crossed briefly only a few times. :: frowns :: Crew manifest entry.
(22:19:13) VAdmBlackthorne: I try to include something personal about everyone I lose. I just never met Pols.
(22:19:24) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:21:25) CdrTKirr: :: blinks :: I could supply you a list of possible friends to speak to.
(22:22:02) VAdmBlackthorne: That would be helpful.
(22:22:26) LtAlexisWright: Ermm, Harper?
(22:22:31) CdrTKirr: :: nods :: Anything else?
(22:22:43) CdrHarper: Yes?
(22:22:50) LtAlexisWright: The results?
(22:24:19) CdrHarper: All of these ingots are at roughly the same level of purity as the first.
(22:24:35) LtAlexisWright: Excellent! Did they say where they wanted us to put there?
(22:24:44) LtAlexisWright: these?
(22:25:54) DoctorTav: :: after a few moments of staring off again notices Kuari's gaze :: I was just finishing up some paperwork and gonna head to Ten Forward. Are you still on shift?
(22:26:32) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@v-30-997-94-44.hsd7.vt.comcast.net] entered the room.
(22:26:43) CdrHarper: I believe they are to go to Engineering.
(22:27:08) ColDougMcKnight: (The issues spread, it seems. Or my tablet just did something weird. I don't usually play on this thing.)
(22:27:14) LtKuari: I was relieved. :: gestures with her healed wing :: You're not the only one who thought I was a bit zealous.
(22:27:35) LtAlexisWright: +Engineering+ Wright to Engineering.
(22:27:51) CdrTKirr: (( Ah, well WB! ))
(22:28:35) DoctorTav: :: chuckles lightly :: Huh. I can't think of why they might have thought that. Care to join me in Ten Forward?
(22:28:47) LtKuari: :: smiles :: Sure.
(22:30:21) DoctorTav: :: shuts down his workstation, stands up, and begins walking through Sickbay toward the corridor :: Well, then.
(22:30:51) LtAlexisWright: :: looks at Harper :: I'm sure they don't want them just in the middle of the floor...
(22:31:20) CdrHarper: :: smirks :: Clearly.
(22:31:54) LtAlexisWright: I'm open to suggestions?
(22:33:58) VAdmBlackthorne: :: lets out a long breath :: Not right now.
(22:35:31) LtKuari: :: jumps up, walking alongside Tav ::
(22:35:40) ColDougMcKnight: :: Sends along a report that he's pretty sure he's got all the crap they need. Btween modifying, refurbishing and finally welding into place, he's estimating something like 3 hours until basic warp capability, more like a full day until someone can use the phrase "ship shape" with a straight face. ::
(22:35:51) ColDougMcKnight: ( ^Quinn. )
(22:35:59) LtAlexisWright: I think I'll just send them down to an empty storage bay and let Engineering put them wherever they want them.
(22:36:14) DoctorTav: :: enters the Turbolift with Kuari at his side :: Ten Forward.
(22:36:20) CdrHarper: +Quinn+ Harper to Quinn.
(22:36:22) CdrTKirr: :: nods, eyes downcast a moment :: I'll find those names for you. :: turns ::
(22:36:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, T'Kirr.
(22:36:54) CdrTKirr: :: exits to the Bridge, sits, and begins compiling a list ::
(22:37:21) LtKuari: :: keeps her tail curled out of the way ::
(22:39:33) ColDougMcKnight: :: Checks the back of his sleeve, confirms it's reasonably unspoiled, and wipes his forehead with it before answering the comm. :: + Harper + Quinn here. Go ahead, Commander.
(22:39:45) DoctorTav: :: tilts his head back and rubs the bridge of his nose :: It's so nice to get out of Sickbay right now.
(22:40:23) LtKuari: I was getting tired of half a corridor, too.
(22:41:28) DoctorTav: :: drops his head :: A corridor where nightmares began. How is the work coming?
(22:42:08) CdrHarper: +Quinn+ The purification of the ore with the transporters is complete. Where does Engineering need these ingots to be delivered?
(22:42:11) LtKuari: :: grins :: Almost finished. It's amazing what a lot of like-minded people can accomplish.
(22:42:51) LtAlexisWright: Well, there are still a few more loads to do, but that's not an important detail.
(22:43:04) LtAlexisWright: I just need these ingots off the pad before I can do the rest.
(22:43:30) DoctorTav: It is. Are all the teams working as efficiently as yours?
(22:45:07) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> +Harper+ Get it down to the fab center on deck 9, we'll do the rest.
(22:45:19) CdrHarper: +Quinn+ Acknowledged. Harper out.
(22:45:41) CdrHarper: There you have it.
(22:45:50) LtKuari: :: frowns :: I don't know.
(22:45:59) LtAlexisWright: Well okay.
(22:46:49) LtAlexisWright: +Deck 9 Fab Center+ Deck 9 Fab Center, please clear your storage area for incoming raw material transport.
(22:47:11) LtAlexisWright: :: upon receiving the all clear from Deck 9 Fab Center, energizes ::
(22:47:27) DoctorTav: Well, to be fair, the other teams don't have a zealous Rucara. :: Tav exits the TurboLift as the doors open, and walks down the short corridor to Ten Forward ::
(22:47:41) LtAlexisWright: :: begins setting up the next load :: Thank for helping me out with that. :: smiles at Harper ::
(22:48:04) LtAlexisWright: Thanks, too.
(22:48:55) LtAlexisWright: Stand clear. Initiating purification.
(22:48:58) CdrHarper: :: smiles :: It was nothing. Your algorithm reminded me of my days in Science and caught my interest. Thank you for letting me help since it is your department.
(22:49:22) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(22:49:28) LtAlexisWright: Once a scientist, always a scientist! You're always welcome in my department.
(22:49:42) DoctorTav: :: walks into Ten Forward and selects a table off to the side, next to the window, and gestures Kuari to sit down next to him ::
(22:50:01) LtKuari: :: trots alongside him ::
(22:50:04) LtAlexisWright: :: transports the next batch down to Deck 9 Fab Center, then sets up the last batch ::
(22:50:06) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:50:30) LtKuari: :: moves a chair aside and sits ::
(22:50:45) LtAlexisWright: Stand clear. Initiating.
(22:51:34) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@v-30-997-94-44.hsd7.vt.comcast.net] entered the room.
(22:52:07) LtAlexisWright: :: transports the last of the ingots to the Deck 9 Fab Center :: There. All done.
(22:53:17) CdrHarper: Excellent work.
(22:53:34) LtAlexisWright: :: looks at Harper :: Thanks for your help, Commander. Wanna grab some lunch?
(22:55:17) CdrHarper: Yes, let's.
(22:55:21) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:23) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:26) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:28) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(22:55:46) LtAlexisWright: :: || ::
(22:55:59) ColDougMcKnight: :: Pauses ::
(22:56:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty, next week we'll be done with the repairs and move on into the black. Nicely played tonight.
(22:56:34) LtKuari: :: pauses ::
(22:56:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Ideas are still needed for stories!
(22:56:57) DoctorTav: Hmm
(22:57:13) LtAlexisWright: Fairy Tales rewritten in space!
(22:57:19) LtAlexisWright: Alien Rapunzel
(22:57:29) DoctorTav: That could be some REALLY long hair
(22:57:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your superstring hair!
(22:58:15) DoctorTav: It's all nanohair
(22:59:45) DoctorTav: I've always wanted to see the Rucara homeworld. With the Slipstream Drive and all...
(22:59:54) LtAlexisWright: ^
(23:00:43) LtAlexisWright: I'm falling asleep in my chair
(23:00:46) LtAlexisWright: <3
(23:00:52) LtAlexisWright left the room.
(23:00:53) CdrTKirr: Good night.
(23:01:02) LtKuari left the room.
(23:01:10) DoctorTav: Good night, everyone.
(23:01:25) DoctorTav left the room.
(23:01:50) CdrTKirr left the room.
(23:02:16) VAdmBlackthorne: Night!
(23:02:21) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).