Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Jan 22 21:02:10 2014 on (irc)

(21:02:10) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: Tonight, we descend into the azure depths of the system's outermost gas giant, where hospitality has been promised us.
(21:02:10) Topic for #USSAtlantis set by ColDougMcKnight at 21:19:22 on 12/11/2013
(21:02:10) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(21:02:13) LtWright: ^
(21:02:20) LtWright: hihi Jason
(21:02:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks
(21:02:50) CdrTKirr: Woo lookit all the peoples
(21:03:35) LtWright: :: looks around warily ::
(21:03:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, how about that.
(21:03:41) CdrTKirr: I just finished this in Blender, happy how it came out
(21:04:03) ColDougMcKnight: Hey. Sorry about missing last week. There was a bit of an emergency that day, and honestly forgot what day it was.
(21:04:18) VAdmBlackthorne: That's really well done Liz
(21:04:25) DoctorTav: :)
(21:04:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Almost photorealistic
(21:04:54) LtWright: I thought it was a photo at first glance
(21:05:07) LtWright: and second
(21:05:35) CdrTKirr: Thanks ^^
(21:06:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Well then, since we're all here, how about we have our holiday party? Or is it too far past?
(21:06:18) CdrTKirr: It's still our first sim of the year =X
(21:06:28) LtWright: :: shrug of indifference ::
(21:06:30) DoctorTav: Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party!
(21:06:33) ColDougMcKnight: Not as far as I'm concerned.
(21:06:41) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:06:44) DoctorTav: :: dons a Toga ::
(21:06:57) DoctorTav: :: right there. In front of everyone. ::
(21:07:02) CdrTKirr: o.O
(21:07:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Ohhhh myyyy.
(21:07:15) LtCmdrBusard: Welp, now I'm blind.
(21:07:19) LtCmdrBusard: Great.
(21:07:26) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: DoctorTav: Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party!
(21:07:31) LtWright: He didn't DOFF anything.
(21:07:42) LtWright: So he just has a toga on over his uniform.
(21:07:46) CdrTKirr: Haha
(21:07:52) DoctorTav: Wright got it.
(21:08:02) LtWright: smrt
(21:08:08) DoctorTav: :: nods ::
(21:08:13) CdrTKirr: I chose to be shockingly oblivious.
(21:08:26) DoctorTav: I love assumptions
(21:08:42) ColDougMcKnight: Fine. McKnight shall be wearing a kilt in like fashion.
(21:08:46) LtWright: If a Trill is ordered to strip completely, does the host count as a garment?
(21:09:05) CdrTKirr: Hah....uh
(21:09:06) DoctorTav: And where all do the spots go?
(21:09:24) ColDougMcKnight: My once a year custom of remembering that he's Scottish.
(21:09:36) LtWright: Trill would be the most horrifying people to play strip poker with
(21:09:48) LtCmdrBusard: Eeeeew.
(21:09:57) CdrTKirr: Actually I imagine a Vulcan would since they'd win
(21:09:58) LtCmdrBusard: Strip poker is not supposed to involve surgery!
(21:10:04) LtWright: "Haha, you lose!" "Not yet... ::sqluorch::" "OMFG"
(21:10:34) LtCmdrBusard: How would a Vulcan win? o.O
(21:10:41) DoctorTav: Hello!
(21:10:50) VAdmBlackthorne: OK then, whaddya want, Ten Forward, Lost Harbor, or somewhere else in the holodeck?
(21:11:11) LtWright: Are you psychic enough to see my cards?
(21:11:13) CdrTKirr: Somewhere cold. 'Cause it's cold.
(21:11:19) DoctorTav: I can go for any of the above. NOT COLD.
(21:11:30) LtWright: We did cold last year.
(21:11:30) CdrTKirr: No but smart enough count what's left
(21:11:30) DoctorTav: Cold is not allowed
(21:11:46) VAdmBlackthorne: So two against cold, one for.
(21:11:48) CdrTKirr: Well how else are we supposed to remember it's a New Year's party?
(21:11:55) LtCmdrBusard: Well, yeah, but counting clothing is hardly a Vulcan trait.
(21:11:57) CdrTKirr: Okay um
(21:11:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Well it's not cold all over our planet even.
(21:12:03) ColDougMcKnight: In for team cold.
(21:12:15) LtWright: I vote ski lodge with full bar and roaring fire.
(21:12:19) LtCmdrBusard: Anyway, I vote for...somewhere entertaining?
(21:12:21) VAdmBlackthorne: New Year's is a summer thing down under.
(21:12:22) CdrTKirr: Snap.
(21:12:26) DoctorTav: I know a place:
(21:12:29) LtCmdrBusard: Mead hall! With all the Viking Gods!
(21:12:36) LtCmdrBusard: Come on, let's do YULE this year.
(21:12:43) CdrTKirr: I have no idea what that means.
(21:12:52) CdrTKirr: But I can be the oblivious Vulcan/Rucara
(21:13:00) CdrTKirr: Or /google
(21:13:05) VAdmBlackthorne: That's a good idea. What's the word from the doc?
(21:13:10) LtWright: Yule: winter solstice festival, pagan, etc
(21:13:20) LtCmdrBusard: Indeed.
(21:13:28) ColDougMcKnight: I could go for getting wasted with Odin and pals.
(21:13:32) DoctorTav: How about here:
(21:13:32) DoctorTav: Or here:
(21:13:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Sometthing tells me I can't outdrink Odin.
(21:13:44) CdrTKirr: Gee, I wonder where you work?
(21:13:53) DoctorTav: :: shamelessplugforwhereIwork ::
(21:14:02) LtWright: Compromise with ski lodge in Norway?
(21:14:09) DoctorTav: I can't help that we have some beautiful resorts in the snow
(21:14:14) VAdmBlackthorne: I think the mead hall wins.
(21:14:22) LtCmdrBusard: MEAD HALL! :-D
(21:14:33) DoctorTav: Can it have a gondola up the mountain at least?
(21:14:35) ColDougMcKnight: Nor can I. That's why we're trained to work as a unit!
(21:14:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah, so all of Atlantis vs. Odin?
(21:14:57) LtCmdrBusard: Indeed. Also, we could steal that one cup that is actually the ocean.
(21:15:14) LtCmdrBusard: That one fucked Thor up, so it could probably get Odin at least sloshed!
(21:15:17) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, short of the norse pantheon being present, a mead hall is pretty good. Feel free to spice it up.
(21:15:45) LtCmdrBusard: And there's no reason a mead hall couldn't have sleigh rides, and such.
(21:15:55) LtWright: Here we come a-wassailing among your bearded gods... here we come, there's more of us to even up the odds... drunken joy, come to you! and to you good wassail too!
(21:15:59) CdrTKirr: Now to try out my new keyboard.
(21:16:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Holodeck two it is.
(21:16:24) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN PARTY
(21:16:25) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN PARTY
(21:16:29) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN PARTY
(21:16:29) LtCmdrBusard: *high fives Wright*
(21:16:36) LtCmdrBusard: (Because that was awesome.)
(21:16:40) LtKuari [] entered the room.
(21:16:50) LtWright: ( XD thank you )
(21:17:35) LtCmdrBusard: :: Pours in the last of the brandy into the wassail. And then a little more, just to be sure.::
(21:18:34) LtWright: :: standing on a table in the middle of the hall, trolling ancient yuletide carols with other musically inclined souls ::
(21:19:15) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters, casting off his cloak into the corner, dressed in skins and furs, and clomps his hammer down by the door ::
(21:19:34) CdrTKirr: :: having written a note to Wright for suggestions on what to wear, opens the reply and reads (hint hint) ::
(21:20:11) VAdmBlackthorne: MEAD! MEAD, I SAY!
(21:21:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: hurls a giant mug at Ian, which he manages to catch because this is the holodeck and we're awesome ::
(21:21:12) ColDougMcKnight: :: Saws himself off a leg of mutton. With a dagger, which he carries in to more deeply partake in the simulation feel. Which is more excuse than he usually has. Gnawing on such, he peruses the row of mead barrels. ::
(21:21:25) DoctorTav: :: realizes a toga doesn't fit well with the COLD and so steps into his quarters to change into something... furrier. ::
(21:22:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you good man! Now, for a shank of animal!
(21:22:56) VAdmBlackthorne: :: makes his way up to the animal and hacks forth a shank ::
(21:23:12) LtCmdrBusard: :: Quirks her eyebrow, chuckling. Percy considered wearing a period dress, but then remembered that armor is an option. So she dressed in leathers, with a steel chest plate and pauldrons.::
(21:23:43) CdrTKirr: :: orders her outfit from the replicator, puts it on, and makes her way to the HD2::
(21:23:53) ColDougMcKnight: Honey mead, raspberry, blueberry, boysenberry...Christ, I have no idea what an olallieberry even is. But hell if I'll let that stop me.
(21:24:07) LtWright: :: is wearing much what she suggested to T'Kirr - a blouse with long white sleeves under a woolen dress of simple cut dyed to a brilliant emerald green. Her soft brown leather boots are trimmed with rabbit fur, as is her cloak ::
(21:24:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Who cares!
(21:24:18) LtCmdrBusard: Jack, mead here!
(21:24:30) CdrHarper: Jack> :: hurls a flagon to the battlemaid ::
(21:24:51) CdrHarper: :: appears in the suggested attire and looks around, having no idea what the fuck ::
(21:25:17) LtWright: :: thinks she did okay with period dress... sincerely hopes she doesn't make T'Kirr look weird. ::
(21:25:19) CdrHarper: :: briefly wonders if we're all turning Klingon ::
(21:25:25) LtCmdrBusard: ::Catches it, of course with some spillage. It's not quaffing if it's clean!:: Thank you, good sir! ::She then pours it down her throat::
(21:25:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: Cheers! ::
(21:26:20) LtCmdrBusard: (The answer is yes, we are.)
(21:26:48) DoctorTav: :: walks down to Holodeck 2 in period garb, to bemused stares from crew members as he passes through the corridors. Must be something about the spots into the fur ::
(21:27:02) CdrHarper: :: shrugs, figuring when on Qo'noS, and wanders up to Jack and asks him for mead, sans throwing ::
(21:27:14) LtWright: :: singing :: Our cup, it is white, and our ale, it is brown... our bowl, it is made of the white maple tree, from the wassail bowl we drink to thee!
(21:27:53) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> :: Showed up early, to the surprise of I should hope no one. He is now doing an impressive job, under the circumstances, of not spilling too much mead. ::
(21:28:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: hands Kate a mead with a smirk ::
(21:28:16) CdrTKirr: :: shows up in a matching white shirt, but her dress is purple, divided by a leather belt around her slim waist. Fur she knows is artificial because it was replicated peeks out from her boots and hooded cloak ::
(21:29:00) CdrTKirr: :: notices all the mead instantly ::
(21:29:29) ColDougMcKnight: R> :: The cicumstances are, of course, that he's holding his drinking horn in one hand while elbow dropping a holo-Viking through a table. ::
(21:29:41) VAdmBlackthorne: :: heads over to the door when T'Kirr enters, carrying mead in one hand, but leaving the shank behind temporarily ::
(21:30:14) LtCmdrBusard: :: Finishes the mead, merrily smashing the cup on the ground before getting up on the table to dance along with Wright::
(21:30:34) ColDougMcKnight: R> Kaaaaaahleeeees!
(21:30:40) DoctorTav: :: enters the holodeck in a fur-lined overcoat and heavy leather pants. All the fur is as real as the Holodeck will make it. He heads over to one of the tables next to Kuari and Wright, and klunks down ::
(21:32:02) CdrTKirr: :: raises an eyebrow, then when Blackthorne gets close :: I will put this one in the "tolerate for sake of learning other cultures" category.
(21:32:24) CdrTKirr: ((Kuari's not here, genius))
(21:32:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Probably wise. :: chuckles ::: I'll not try to explain it, but try to enjoy the spirit of the party.
(21:32:44) LtWright: :: after the song ends, nods to her fellow singers and pulls out her violin case :: I... :: clears her throat nervously, then raises her voice enough to be heard by people nearby as she raises the instrument to her chin :: I'm afraid I don't know any traditional Norse music, but I think any party is made better by a few reels ::
(21:32:46) LtCmdrBusard: (Also, if memory serves, Wright is ON the table :-P)
(21:33:14) CdrTKirr: :: wonders if her outfit came with earplugs in a pocket and checks ::
(21:33:19) CdrHarper: :: sits at the table where Wright is about to play, still looking confused, but downs a bit of the mead anyway ::
(21:33:27) LtCmdrBusard: Aw, screw it, girl. Same general time period!
(21:33:30) LtCmdrBusard: ...sort of.
(21:33:49) DoctorTav: :: enters the holodeck in a fur-lined overcoat and heavy leather pants. All the fur is as real as the Holodeck will make it. He heads over to one of the tables and plops down, since that is the most graceful he can be in this garb ::
(21:34:01) CdrTKirr: :: notes her crew doing things they would never do ::
(21:34:01) LtWright: :: stamps her leather boot against the table to start :: 1, 2, 3, 4! :: her bow flies across the strings, playing a lively reel ::
(21:34:50) LtCmdrBusard: :: Flops down into a sitting position on the table, clapping to the up beat, as is only right.::
(21:35:11) CdrHarper: :: smiles as the music begins, that being more like it ::
(21:35:12) LtCmdrBusard: (Psst, Wright, are you actually a fiddler? Because I'm a piper!)
(21:35:25) LtWright: :: is more of a cellist, but figures if people are drunk enough then her violin-playing is passable ::
(21:35:35) LtWright: (I wish! Alas, I am merely a singer.)
(21:35:38) CdrTKirr: <~Isn't drunk
(21:35:48) ColDougMcKnight: :: Working on it. ::
(21:35:56) LtCmdrBusard: (That's still cool)
(21:36:13) CdrTKirr: :: decides standing near the door is no good, so follows Ian to a table ::
(21:36:56) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leads to where he left the shank of animal ::
(21:37:24) LtCmdrBusard: :: Will get there. Serves herself up a bowl of wassail, so she has to stop the clapping.:: Oh right, food! :: Goes to get a shank....of meat.::
(21:37:48) LtCmdrBusard: :: No sharpened toothbrushes here!::
(21:37:54) LtWright: :: smiles as an ensign she's never met before joins in on some sort of drum ::
(21:38:10) CdrHarper: :: wishes she'd brought her flute ::
(21:38:47) CdrTKirr: :: keeps a respectable distance from said shank ::
(21:39:23) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sidles up to McKnight, watching to make sure no ones looking::
(21:39:36) LtCmdrBusard: :: Then proceeds to smack his kilted butt::
(21:39:36) CdrTKirr: :: sits watching and listening to Wright, surprised and fascinated ::
(21:39:44) DoctorTav: :: after adjusting to the cold, stands up and begins exploring the hall. He sees the shank and, hungry, heads over to it. ::
(21:39:59) CdrTKirr: (( gasp ))
(21:40:34) LtWright: (( she done smacked you on the buttocks
(21:40:57) CdrHarper: :: then remembers she's in a holodeck and asks for the computer to produce one for her ::
(21:41:09) LtWright: :: assumes that she's doing okay, given that no one is throwing anything at her yet ::
(21:41:13) LtCmdrBusard: ((Because I clearly never do that. Ever.))
(21:41:25) ColDougMcKnight: :: Starts with the whatsitberry, so as to sample it while he can still distinguish it from fruit flavored turpentine. An obligatory quantity winds up on the floor, but he gets the idea. He's in the process of refilling when a sudden slap to the ass causes another spill. ::
(21:42:07) LtCmdrBusard: :: Grins::
(21:42:48) CdrHarper: :: checks out the holoflute, then listens for a bit for a good place to join in ::
(21:42:54) ColDougMcKnight: :: Oh, and since we're describing garb and all, he's wearing a chain shirt up top. But the 13th Warrior claims that Vikings wore kilts, so it must be true. :: Well, that was...inevitable, I suppose.
(21:43:32) LtWright: :: notes Harper's flute and lets out a whoop of excitement, stepping aside to make room for her on the table ::
(21:43:57) CdrHarper: :: climbs up and has a seat, then joins in at a good cue ::
(21:44:21) LtCmdrBusard: :: Filling a new cup:: Indeed it was! Serves you right for showing off your legs.
(21:44:29) VAdmBlackthorne: :: bites off a shank of animal and washes it down with mead ::
(21:44:49) CdrTKirr: :: ignores Ian ::
(21:45:12) LtCmdrBusard: (Breakfast of champions!)
(21:45:22) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> :: Gets into an argument over the highest body count. Blades are drawn. ::
(21:45:29) LtCmdrBusard: (Aw man now I want meat)
(21:45:50) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans over and whispers :: How about all these musicians we seem to have?
(21:47:06) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins malevolently. :: Hi, honey. I just discovered this, uh...oompa loompaberry stuff. You should try some.
(21:47:14) ColDougMcKnight: :: Mead splash! ::
(21:48:35) LtCmdrBusard: ::reacts as one normally would after having a drink thrown in their face::...You ASS! Hardly ANY of that got in my mouth! :: Throws her drink at him in response::
(21:48:43) LtCmdrBusard: Good though.
(21:49:37) ColDougMcKnight: :: After which point he drops the horn to the ground and crushes it with a stomp. :: Jack! I appear to be out of mead! Another, before I have to collect some sorry bastard's skull, and use it for unsanitary purposes!
(21:49:38) CdrTKirr: Indeed.
(21:50:25) LtCmdrBusard: Pfft. Skulls make TERRIBLE mead cups.
(21:50:35) CdrTKirr: (( Omgew ))
(21:50:52) LtCmdrBusard: (There's a comic about this. :-P)
(21:50:56) ColDougMcKnight: :: Tears off a hunk of meat with his teeth. Because chewing is for sissies. ::
(21:51:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: produces a tankard, fills it, and hurls it to McKnight :
(21:51:12) LtWright: :: stomping and fiddling, stomping and fiddling ::
(21:51:37) CdrHarper: :: not stomping, but fluting along ::
(21:52:06) LtWright: :: smiles at Harper flouting her flautistry ::
(21:52:20) LtKuari: ACTION> There is a loud bang against the hall doors.
(21:52:47) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> :: Brandishes his bat'leth :: I'll get that!
(21:52:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks at the doors, the bang not being that much bangier than the rest of the bangs going around ::
(21:53:00) LtCmdrBusard: :: Stops mid-chew of meat, still with full mouth:: Grndl?
(21:53:26) LtWright: ::plays the next few bars hesitantly, looking over at the door ::
(21:53:37) LtCmdrBusard: ::Swallows:: Does that mean we all have to be naked?
(21:53:44) CdrHarper: :: can't smile, since she's flaunting the flowery phrases from the flute ::
(21:53:51) LtKuari: :: bursts through the doors, ten times her normal size, wielding a safety-enabled mounted flamethrower on her head ::
(21:54:00) LtWright: ( nice )
(21:54:10) VAdmBlackthorne: And now for something completely different!
(21:54:12) LtCmdrBusard: (lmao)
(21:54:23) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> ...Agreeable.
(21:54:39) CdrTKirr: O.o
(21:54:45) LtWright: :: stops... on an UPBEAT .. and stares agog at the vision of Kuari ::
(21:55:22) DoctorTav: :: wonders how he could possibly be this drunk when he hasn't had a sip yet ::
(21:55:23) LtKuari: RAWR.
(21:55:31) LtWright: What is this I can't.
(21:55:37) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks at Kuari, then skeptically looks down at his drink. Before chugging it anyway. ::
(21:55:50) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(21:56:07) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:56:16) LtKuari: :: shoots holographic flame over everyone's heads, and holographic swords appear along the weapon racks in the corners ::
(21:56:23) LtCmdrBusard: (Hey guys, here is a photo from our wedding that is ENTIRELY APPROPRIATE TO THIS THEME. Guess who it is?
(21:56:26) CdrHarper: :: stops mid breath ::
(21:56:32) DoctorTav: :: decides maybe he's not drunk ENOUGH, and takes a swig of... whatever's in front of him ::
(21:56:43) CdrTKirr: (( content not available ))
(21:56:55) LtCmdrBusard: (Poop!...Gimme a second)
(21:56:58) VAdmBlackthorne: I think that's our cue.
(21:57:04) DoctorTav: (( We are not friends on Facebook ))
(21:57:08) LtKuari: :: shares a look ::
(21:57:16) LtWright: (( who is? ))
(21:57:20) VAdmBlackthorne: (I am not even facebook)
(21:57:30) LtCmdrBusard: (I will fix.)
(21:57:38) LtKuari: (( doesn't share a look, but TKirr does ))
(21:57:56) LtWright: ...Hi, Kuari.
(21:58:13) LtKuari: :: winks at Wright, then breathes more fire ::
(21:58:42) ColDougMcKnight: ( You KNOW this requires a flying Klingon. )
(21:58:44) LtWright: You're a .... dragon?
(21:58:46) DoctorTav: :: mutters under his breath, now feeling some effects of mead :: Now, THAT'S a costume!
(21:58:51) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands, takes a giant swig of mead, then runs for the door, diving for his hammer ::
(21:58:57) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks at the "dragon"...and takes a sword.:: Firewurm!
(21:59:22) LtKuari: :: lashes her tail, knocking down trees outside ::
(21:59:35) LtCmdrBusard: (
(21:59:41) LtCmdrBusard: (There we go! :-D)
(21:59:45) LtWright: :: takes the cue and slowly draws her bow across the strings, playing suspenseful battle music ::
(21:59:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Ahahahahaha
(22:00:02) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> Breaks into a sprint, and vaults off the nearest table, bound for a mid-air collision with the "interloper". :: Goodly Yuuuuuuuuuuuule! Now die!
(22:00:07) CdrTKirr: (( And that's =P ))
(22:00:24) LtCmdrBusard: (Because it's Jason being raunchy and uncouth?))
(22:00:34) VAdmBlackthorne: (I was never!)
(22:00:49) LtKuari: :: is glomped by a flying Klingon ::
(22:00:55) ColDougMcKnight: (...anything else?)
(22:00:56) LtCmdrBusard: (Of course you weren't)
(22:01:08) LtWright: (That is in no way Jason. Holy cow, is that Jason?)
(22:01:15) VAdmBlackthorne: (Yarp)
(22:01:30) LtCmdrBusard: (Yup!)
(22:01:45) VAdmBlackthorne: :: scoops up the hammer and charges the dragon ::
(22:01:50) LtWright: (I guess it's been a while since I last saw you >>;)
(22:02:01) VAdmBlackthorne: (I'm 60 pounds lighter than when you last saw me)
(22:02:15) CdrTKirr: (( who else could i be ))
(22:02:19) CdrTKirr: (( it ))
(22:02:26) LtCmdrBusard: :: Follows suit::
(22:02:35) LtWright: (I remember you being blonder and having more facial hair)
(22:02:43) LtCmdrBusard: (Well, I mean, technically Mike's in the background...)
(22:02:55) CdrTKirr: (( With dreads? ))
(22:03:07) VAdmBlackthorne: (My hair is dirt colored anyway, and razor fixed the goatee)
(22:03:21) LtCmdrBusard: (Braids)
(22:03:23) ColDougMcKnight: :: Is carrying no weapon that could be categorized as anything even remotely resembling safe. But he DOES toss his mutton bone off in the corner, and take another trip back to the row o' mead. :: The Klingon's one of mine. Totally in on this kill.
(22:03:36) LtWright: (I think it's the lack of goatee that threw me)
(22:04:49) LtKuari: :: roars, swinging the Klingon around by her neck and having a hammer come down on her toes :: Puny humans! You must pay for eating my hatchling!
(22:05:06) ColDougMcKnight: :: Mutters into his cup. :: Though if we're bragging about past victories...I SO win. Just saying.
(22:05:38) CdrTKirr: :: wonders if a nerve pinch would work on a dragon ::
(22:05:50) LtCmdrBusard: Your hatchling was delicious! I regret nothing! ::Attempts to stab her in the flank::
(22:06:06) VAdmBlackthorne: :: thinks to T'Kirr :: ~Use some magic or something! We're in a holodeck!~
(22:06:54) VAdmBlackthorne: :: overhand smashes at the dragon's head, above his own :: TO VALHALLA!!!!
(22:07:49) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> You're unusually lively, for gagh. I'll give you that.
(22:08:06) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> :: BITE! ::
(22:08:08) CdrTKirr: ~I've got this.~
(22:08:27) LtKuari: :: is stabbed, bitten, and toe-smashed ::
(22:08:50) LtKuari: AHHHH, MY CHILDREN!! :: more fire ::
(22:08:57) ColDougMcKnight: :: Shrugs, and beans her with an empty mug, right between the eyes. ::
(22:09:07) LtWright: :: increases suspense music tempo ::
(22:09:07) ColDougMcKnight: Beats the high holy hell out of a snowball fight.
(22:09:32) LtKuari: (( Did you just throw a mug at my face? ))
(22:09:49) ColDougMcKnight: ( Looks that way, doesn't it? :) )
(22:10:07) LtKuari: (( keels over, Goliath-style ))
(22:10:18) DoctorTav: :: wonders a moment where Kuari's controls for the fire actually are... then decides to get into the game. So he runs at Kuari, gets behind her, and as her tail swings overhead, he grabs on and attempts to climb it ::
(22:10:20) LtWright: (Percy, PM)
(22:10:24) CdrHarper: :: watching all of this from the table, and remembers playing that one online game with Carre ::
(22:10:46) LtKuari: (( You've successfull climbed my tail, then fallen to the ground, with me ))
(22:11:09) DoctorTav: (( Did you land on top of me? ))
(22:11:15) LtKuari: :: twitches, then breathes flame across the floor ::
(22:11:34) LtCmdrBusard: (Answered)
(22:12:11) CdrTKirr: :: steps up and waves her arms, all magic-like :: Computer, ten pounds of chocolate, in front of the dragon's nose.
(22:12:30) CdrTKirr: ACTION> :: SHIMMER ::
(22:12:40) DoctorTav: :: takes in a moment of victory on the back of the dragon before she falls on top of him. Pinned to the ground with only his face sticking out, Tav thinks a moment since that's all he can do. He pushes up, but doesn't even budge the dragon. ::
(22:12:46) VAdmBlackthorne: :: dives out of the way of the chocolate bomb :
(22:13:08) LtCmdrBusard: Ahh! Fiery chocolate death! Retreeeeat! :: Dives out of the way::
(22:13:12) LtWright: :: laughing, which makes it hard to play suspense music ::
(22:13:36) LtKuari: :: twitches, smells the chocolate and immediately flips over.... NOM ::
(22:14:03) CdrTKirr: ACTION> The "dragon" shrinks back to normal size!
(22:14:22) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hefts his hammer skyward and cheers! ::
(22:14:24) LtCmdrBusard: :: At this point, as she hit the floor, she is now literally rolling on the floor laughing::
(22:14:42) DoctorTav: :: is rolled over so that the dragon's body is only on his head, until she shrinks ::
(22:15:03) LtWright: :: is now laughing too hard to play ::
(22:15:15) LtKuari: :: blinks, finding a Klingon on her head and Tav under her tail :: What.
(22:15:43) LtKuari: (( Nevermind, Tav's on my back now ))
(22:15:44) CdrHarper: :: thinks that never happened to the MMO-dragon, at least ::
(22:16:09) LtKuari: Oof! Krn ur grt orff?~
(22:16:50) CdrTKirr: :: turns to look at Blackthorne as he cheers :: ~Magical enough for you?~
(22:17:01) DoctorTav: :: with Kuari back to normal size, is able to squeeze easily out from under her. ::
(22:17:06) VAdmBlackthorne: ~Perfect!~
(22:17:06) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar> Your surrender is accepted!
(22:17:29) LtKuari: (( lol ))
(22:17:38) LtWright: :: isn't totally sure where the Klingon came from ::
(22:18:05) LtKuari: Ow. Safeties don't account for Klingon teeth.
(22:18:07) LtCmdrBusard: (Q'onos, presumably)
(22:18:17) ColDougMcKnight: Rak'nar>:: Climbs to his feet. And he's been here for like...2 years. AT least. ::
(22:18:31) LtKuari: I've been slain. :: sad face ::
(22:18:41) LtKuari: :: coughs out a puff of smoke ::
(22:18:42) LtCmdrBusard: (He was surly Santa last year!)
(22:19:53) CdrTKirr: :: wanders over to the hearth and finds what she assumes is a clean mug and pours a couple of ounces of mead ::
(22:20:02) LtCmdrBusard: :: Hears the "ow":: Computer, first aid kit please. Locate next to Kuari.
(22:20:02) CdrHarper: We are VICTORIOUS! Let us FEAST!
(22:20:08) LtCmdrBusard: >>SHIMMER>>
(22:20:11) CdrHarper: *That was Ian)
(22:20:14) ColDougMcKnight: ( He made children cry, and threatened to bludgeon Kuari with a sack of coal for stealing a candy cane. It was the best Christmas ever. )
(22:20:37) LtKuari: (( Did I steal a candy cane?! ))
(22:20:50) LtCmdrBusard: (Man, why does Kuari keep getting beaten up at holiday parties? o.O)
(22:21:05) LtKuari: (( You gotta admit, I asked for it this time ))
(22:21:09) ColDougMcKnight: ( Or...maybe it was a hat. Either way, his depressed Tellarite elf was much wronged. )
(22:21:16) LtCmdrBusard: (You kinda literally did)
(22:22:05) LtKuari: :: takes off the holo-flame thrower and gives it to Tav, just to see what he'll do with it ::
(22:22:23) LtWright: Are you sure that was last year? I thought I was here last year...)
(22:22:37) DoctorTav: :: looks over the flame-thrower for a moment, thinking... ::
(22:22:37) LtCmdrBusard: (Maybe it was year before last? They kind of blur.)
(22:22:57) LtWright: (I thought last year was snowball fight.)
(22:23:01) CdrTKirr: :: tentatively tasted the mead, makes an uncharacteristic face ::
(22:23:35) LtCmdrBusard: (You mean she smiled?? :-P)
(22:23:40) ColDougMcKnight: :: Strolls on over, having found a haunch of goat. Is a haunch an eatable size? Mind you, he's got one regardless. :: Attacking everyone as a dragon. That's gotta be some kind of insubordination, Lieutenant.
(22:23:40) VAdmBlackthorne: :: finds T'Kirr :: That good, huh?
(22:24:26) LtWright: :: hops down to acquire some mead, then back up to sit next to Harper ::
(22:24:54) LtWright: Mead acquisition complete. Begin consumption phase. :: drinks ::
(22:25:30) LtCmdrBusard: :: manages to roll her way over to McKnight. Still on the floor, mind.:: That's some nice meat y'got there. ::Smirks drunkenly::
(22:25:44) CdrTKirr: Terrible. :: puts the mug down ::
(22:25:57) ColDougMcKnight: :: Snatches it up. ::
(22:26:03) CdrHarper: :: grabs her mug and drinks up ::
(22:26:04) ColDougMcKnight: Don't objectify me.
(22:26:11) ColDougMcKnight: :: Glug ::
(22:26:57) LtKuari: :: to McKnight :: Not when everyone are drinking and eating and making merry, sir.
(22:27:02) LtCmdrBusard: Make me. Also, nice boxers.
(22:27:21) DoctorTav: :: takes a stroll outside with his new toy, and finds some trees that have been tailed over. Holding the flamethrower so that its output will go straight up, he tests it out for a blast :: Computer, increase power of this flame thrower by 200%.
(22:27:48) LtKuari: (( totally just read what McKnight said to Busard ))
(22:27:59) LtWright: :: gestures out the window with her mug at the Doctor :: That can't be good.
(22:28:13) ColDougMcKnight: Eh, I suppose I can't think of any regulation against it. Mind you, it's a Christmas miracle that I still remember how words relate to each other at this point.
(22:28:42) DoctorTav: :: hears a chirp from the computer, then tries it again :: Much better! :: Tav levels the flame thrower at the grounded trees and lets loose, waving the flames from side to side :: BONFIRE!!!
(22:29:37) CdrHarper: Perhaps the fire will not spread to the building in a holodeck...
(22:29:37) LtWright: :: sighs :: Men.
(22:29:39) LtKuari: :: sniffs in his direction :: I hear synthahol isn't what it once was.
(22:30:04) LtKuari: :: turns first an ear, then her head towards the doors ::
(22:30:30) CdrHarper: :: drinks up again :: Oh well!
(22:30:36) LtKuari: I gave that to him, didn't I?
(22:30:36) LtWright: If it does, there's been enough mead in here for the place to go up like a torch. :: chuckles ::
(22:31:04) LtWright: enough mean SPILLED in here, I meant to say.
(22:31:26) LtWright: MEAD, I meant to say. Man, this is good stuff. :: drinks deeply ::
(22:31:26) CdrHarper: This just in from Starfleet Command: Atlantis crew burnt alive in tragic holodeck flamethrower-dragon-induced mead-fire.
(22:31:39) LtWright: :: giggles ::
(22:31:42) LtKuari: :: yells out the door :: I DIDN'T SET ANYTHING ON FIRE, DID I?
(22:31:45) CdrHarper: That it is! :: glug glug ::
(22:32:22) CdrTKirr: (( rofl @ Harper ))
(22:32:35) ColDougMcKnight: :: And he looks down at Percy. Then, he looks across at Blackthorne. :: Sir. Feel like making yourself useful?
(22:32:53) VAdmBlackthorne: I did hit the dragon with my hammer.
(22:32:58) VAdmBlackthorne: That's pretty useful.
(22:33:05) LtCmdrBusard: :: Wonders if he's going to get Blackthorne to make her get up. That'd suck.::
(22:33:08) LtWright: Do you think the term "firebug" would be offensive to a pyromaniac Trill?
(22:33:15) LtKuari: :: turns an ear towards Blackthorne, then squints at him with one eye ::
(22:33:20) DoctorTav: :: turns around to address Kuari, realizing he should stop the flame mid-turn and points it at the snow almost straight down but far enough away :: YOU didn't! But it's FUN setting things on fire!
(22:34:08) CdrTKirr: :: wonders if she should do more "magic" and ask the computer to delete the flamethrower ::
(22:34:09) ColDougMcKnight: Can't argue that. I was thinking of something requiring slightly more talking.
(22:34:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Sure, I'm not that drunk yet.
(22:34:22) CdrTKirr: :: or if watching would be more entertaining ::
(22:34:24) LtCmdrBusard: Huh?
(22:34:42) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks down at Percy. :: Can you stand and speak at the same time, hun? If so, everyone's here of easily recvalled. Wanna do that thing we've been talking about?
(22:34:47) CdrHarper: They are not bugs, why not?
(22:34:55) ColDougMcKnight: ( recalled )
(22:35:02) LtCmdrBusard: Oh! ::blushes:: Uh, sure!...Help me up?
(22:35:04) DoctorTav: :: walks back to the door of the mead hall, turns around and points the flamethrower off in the distance :: Hey, watch this. Computer! Increase power by two thousand percent! :: opens it up and starts a small forest fire in the holodistance ::
(22:35:08) LtCmdrBusard: ::reaches out hand::
(22:35:13) LtWright: I didn't know if maybe they'd take it as a slur or something.
(22:35:31) LtKuari: I'm watching.
(22:35:42) CdrHarper: You just slurred while saying that. :: breaks out into a giggle ::
(22:36:02) ColDougMcKnight: :: Takes it, and hoists her up to her feet. :: You remember how to officiate, Admiral?
(22:36:13) LtWright: :: is set off by Harper's giggle, giggles ::
(22:36:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Officiate!? You mean....?
(22:36:36) DoctorTav: :: notices the commotion and turns off the flamethrower. For now. He comes inside, his face a little blackened ::
(22:36:40) LtCmdrBusard: Computer, uh...make my armor white?
(22:36:45) LtCmdrBusard: ::Shimmer::
(22:36:48) CdrTKirr: :: turns her attention towards Blackthorne's focus and eyebrows ::
(22:37:01) VAdmBlackthorne: :: his eyebrows are perfectly normal ::
(22:37:11) LtWright: (lulz)
(22:37:12) ColDougMcKnight: Computer, make me look a little less like a hobo.
(22:37:14) LtKuari: :: notices Tav's face and licks it helpfully ::
(22:37:19) ColDougMcKnight: :: Shimmer ::
(22:37:28) LtCmdrBusard: Computer, you're awesome.
(22:37:32) LtKuari: :: blechs! ::
(22:38:02) DoctorTav: :: looks over at Kuari :: Yeah, soot doesn't taste good. Do I still have eyebrows?
(22:38:12) LtWright: Hey, are they doing what I think they're doing? :: hiccups ::
(22:38:21) LtCmdrBusard: (( Tav's eyebrows, on the other hand? RUINED))
(22:38:26) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks to Blackthorne. :: We'd been talking about doing it properly. Ship's chapel, prepared words, all the bells and whistles. But then I just figured...what the hell.
(22:38:28) CdrHarper: They shertainly got dreshed up.
(22:38:40) VAdmBlackthorne: I would be honored.
(22:38:44) LtCmdrBusard: this is WAY more awesome.
(22:39:12) LtCmdrBusard: Er..I mean suitable.
(22:39:21) DoctorTav: :: takes a swig of mead and gets closer to the action. Soon his cup runs empty so he grabs another from the table next to him, somewhat wondering whose it is, starts drinking and tunes into the action::
(22:39:26) LtWright: Computer, simple floral bridal bouquet. :: shimmer ::
(22:39:31) LtWright: Percy! Catch!
(22:40:01) LtWright: :: tosses slightly drunkenly ::
(22:40:02) LtCmdrBusard: What-::the bouquet bounces off her face, then lands miraculously in her hands, untouched::
(22:40:05) CdrTKirr: :: thinks it's a rather bad idea to do this while drunk ::
(22:40:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Have you the ring? (wing?)
(22:40:25) LtCmdrBusard: :: HALF drunk. There's a difference.::
(22:40:29) LtWright: Yay! :: cheers ::
(22:41:12) LtKuari: :: ignores Tav's question, looking on before glancing at him :: What should I be doing?
(22:41:29) ColDougMcKnight: Oh shit, right.
(22:41:30) DoctorTav: :: looks down at the flamethrower, and switches off the pilot light ::
(22:41:37) CdrTKirr: :: decides to be a bridesmaid, happy she at least wore a dress of sorts ::
(22:42:12) ColDougMcKnight: :: Fishes around in his sporran, and fishes out a relatively simple silver band. :: Whaddya know. Looks like I DID have a little something on me.
(22:42:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Then we have all we need!
(22:42:47) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks at him suspiciously. She suddenly believes this might have been PLANNED.:: How...convenient.
(22:43:16) VAdmBlackthorne: Gather round all!
(22:43:41) LtCmdrBusard: Wait, you have one for you too, right?
(22:43:46) LtWright: :: table is conveniently ceremony-adjacent ::
(22:43:48) LtCmdrBusard: Pretty sure we need two rings.
(22:43:56) CdrTKirr: :: gathers behind Percy in waiting ::
(22:44:12) VAdmBlackthorne: ( I just wanted to say have you the wing)
(22:44:13) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, um...hold on a sec.
(22:44:15) DoctorTav: :: quietly turns to Kuari :: All you have to do is watch. Watch and enjoy. :: takes another swig
(22:45:02) LtKuari: :: looks back at everyone, then sits, fishing around in the first aid kit ::
(22:45:12) ColDougMcKnight: :: Reaches down,takes his dagger out, and pries a ring loose from his shirt. After some frantic fiddling, he gets it adjusted such that it'll technically fit on his finger. :: You can get me a real one later.
(22:45:13) LtCmdrBusard: (lol)
(22:45:25) CdrHarper: :: watches, still seated on the table ::
(22:45:33) LtCmdrBusard: Eh, good enough.
(22:46:22) CdrTKirr: (( Don't think that's how chainmail is supposed to be worn ))
(22:46:28) DoctorTav: Computer. One basket of flower pedals. :: whent he basket appears on the table next to him, he hands it to Kuari :: Why don't you be the flower girl?
(22:46:57) ColDougMcKnight: ( It's called ringmail for a reason! )
(22:47:00) LtWright: :: plays something lovely and soft on her violin that is distinctly NOT Pachelbel's Canon in D ::
(22:47:07) ColDougMcKnight: ( That's not it, of course. But there's a reason. )
(22:47:07) LtKuari: :: stops what she's doing and takes the basket handle in her mouth :: Whaddo ai dro?
(22:47:32) VAdmBlackthorne: One of the best duties afforded to me as a... longship.. captain is that of performing marriage ceremonies. Tonight, as a new year dawns, I am fortunate to be able to do just that.
(22:47:36) DoctorTav: Walk up the aisle distributing flower petals as you go.
(22:48:18) VAdmBlackthorne: A new year, a new marriage, built on proven love. Persephone Busard and Douglas McKnight have decided to declare this before us all.
(22:48:20) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at Tav oddly. There isn't really an aisle, and she's already standing right next to McKnight::
(22:49:42) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to McKnight ::
(22:49:50) ColDougMcKnight: ( She can sprinkle rose petals over the bloodstains. )
(22:50:13) LtKuari: :: stares at the proceedings a moment with a basket hanging from her mouth, swinging slightly, then pads forward a respectable distance, sits, sets the basket down, sucks a few petals into her mouth, then shoots them inefficiently across the floor behind Percy ::
(22:50:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Douglas McKnight, do you take Persephone Busard to be your lawfully wedded wife, until death do you part?
(22:50:54) LtWright: :: tears up ::
(22:51:07) CdrTKirr: :: doesn't have a train or anything to adjust on Percy's armor, so stands, not smiling ::
(22:51:14) CdrHarper: :: stifles a hiccup ::
(22:51:16) ColDougMcKnight: In the sight of my gods and my ancestors, yes.
(22:51:52) VAdmBlackthorne: And Persephone Busard, do you take Douglas McKnight to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?
(22:51:55) ColDougMcKnight: :: Will pray to his actual God later. ::
(22:52:31) LtKuari: :: shoots more fluttering petals quietly, wherever there isn't any ::
(22:53:14) LtCmdrBusard: :: ...Sure. Yes, I do. ::Neglects to add the "I GUESS...", but it's implied.::
(22:53:25) CdrTKirr: (( omg ))
(22:53:56) LtCmdrBusard: (( :-D ))
(22:54:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Then! By the powers vested in me by Odin the All-Father, :: quietly :: and Starfleet Command, I hereby pronounce you to be husband and wife! May all present bear witness to the bond that shall not be torn asunder!
(22:54:47) VAdmBlackthorne: You may kiss the bride!
(22:55:10) LtCmdrBusard: ::Notes he forgot the whole ring thing. But whatever.::
(22:55:22) LtKuari: :: stops shooting petals and watches, bearing witness ::
(22:55:44) VAdmBlackthorne: :: figured y'all were putting the rings on the fingers while that was going on, this had to be quick and stuff ::
(22:56:02) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sure. That works.::
(22:56:17) ColDougMcKnight: :: Surging forward, dipping her with a firm hand at the small of her back, this part he does properly!::
(22:56:29) LtWright: :: swipes away tears and strikes up a lively and upbeat tune ::
(22:56:40) CdrHarper: Ah! Right! :: joins in ::
(22:56:40) CdrTKirr: :: watches, thinking it somewhat articulate, for a drunk ::
(22:57:02) ColDougMcKnight: :: After he manages, barely to avoid dropping her. 30 pounds of steel, and a similar weight in mead and all. ::
(22:57:15) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles, this being one of the best parts of the job ::
(22:57:40) LtCmdrBusard: :: Is not drunk enough that she doesn't kiss back, or throw up in his mouth. Weee!::
(22:57:53) ColDougMcKnight: (omg)
(22:57:54) DoctorTav: :: raises his stein and cheers ::
(22:58:24) LtKuari: :: bellows happily, then is silent as she listens to the music until she finds how to join in ::
(22:59:16) CdrTKirr: :: claps politely and, if she's honest, happily ::
(22:59:51) DoctorTav: :: with his other hand lifts the flamethrower into the air, quickly telling the computer to return its power to normal instead of 10,000,000 times its normal power, and sprays some fire into the air, just missing the roof or any of the supports, still cheering loudly, and admittedly drunkly ::
(23:00:05) CdrTKirr: :: makes her way slowly towards Blackthorne, quietly :: Did this just happen?
(23:00:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Aye, it did.
(23:00:50) LtKuari: :: finds a part to match the song, vaguely like that of an orca, but more articulate and melodic ::
(23:01:18) CdrTKirr: Will they remember in the morning?
(23:01:24) LtWright: :: laughs with delight at Kuari, nodding encouragingly ::
(23:01:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Probably, but at least one of us will too.
(23:01:59) CdrTKirr: Holodeck recorded it, too.
(23:02:22) LtCmdrBusard: :: Smiles at Doug:: Guess that makes it official, HUSBAND.
(23:02:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Yup, it did. Probably already entered it in the record as well.
(23:03:31) LtCmdrBusard: (( You mean we don't need to fill out a shit ton more of paperwork? I wish this was what our REAL wedding was like :-P.))
(23:03:47) ColDougMcKnight: (Star Trek is the better future, remember?)
(23:03:58) DoctorTav: (( All automated ))
(23:04:36) VAdmBlackthorne: (Like you said, the computer is awesome)
(23:05:00) LtCmdrBusard: (INDEED.)
(23:05:20) DoctorTav: (( Wait. You would like to have had a drunk Trill with a flamethrower at your wedding? ))
(23:05:35) LtCmdrBusard: (You wouldn't?)
(23:05:50) DoctorTav: (( Well. When you put it that way... ))
(23:06:14) ColDougMcKnight: :: Maintains just enough presence of mind to remember that a headbutt would be a poor notion. He just grins instead. :: Wifey.
(23:06:44) LtKuari: :: would totally headbutt you ::
(23:06:59) ColDougMcKnight: Yes, I said that. Let's move on.
(23:07:35) LtCmdrBusard: ::Chuckles:: I dunno, I think that'll require more mead. Significantly more.::
(23:07:43) LtCmdrBusard: (That's sweet :-P)
(23:07:49) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE PARTY
(23:07:52) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE PARTY
(23:07:54) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE PARTY
(23:08:01) LtCmdrBusard: (Wait!)
(23:08:18) LtCmdrBusard: (There was a little misunderstanding!)
(23:08:26) VAdmBlackthorne: UNPAUSE PARTY?
(23:08:58) VAdmBlackthorne: :: Mario piku-piku pause noise ::
(23:08:58) LtCmdrBusard: (It'll be short. Promise!)
(23:09:05) VAdmBlackthorne: UNPAUSE PARTY!
(23:09:21) LtWright: :: continues partying ::
(23:09:38) ColDougMcKnight: :: Takes a few deep breaths, then throws Percy over his shoulder like a very heavy, steel clad sack of potatoes before beginning his walk to the exit. :: We'll be in holodeck 1. If anyone tries to follow...Rak'nar, kill.
(23:09:48) CdrHarper: :: felt like time skipped for a second then keeps playing ::
(23:10:05) LtWright: Woooooooooooo!
(23:10:06) ColDougMcKnight: (Now you can pause. )
(23:10:21) LtCmdrBusard: (Did you just call me fat?)
(23:10:28) VAdmBlackthorne: (Oh snap)
(23:10:32) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE PARTY AGAIN
(23:10:36) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE PARTY AGAIN
(23:10:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Whew.
(23:10:43) ColDougMcKnight: ( We're married now. This shit happens. )
(23:10:49) LtCmdrBusard: :: Pauses. For realsies.::
(23:10:49) DoctorTav: :: pauses mid flamethrow ::
(23:10:51) LtWright: (grounds for divorce in the Alpha quadrant)
(23:10:54) LtWright: :: || ::
(23:10:58) LtCmdrBusard: *sigh* You're right.
(23:11:10) CdrTKirr: :: totally understands now and pauses ::
(23:12:24) LtWright: Congratulations!
(23:12:47) LtCmdrBusard: Woohoo! That is no longer a lingering storyline thread!
(23:12:52) CdrTKirr: Yes, congratulations. ^_^
(23:13:04) LtCmdrBusard: I mean...uh...we're married...again?
(23:13:07) LtCmdrBusard: o.O
(23:13:18) CdrTKirr: Reaffirmation. Virtual-style.
(23:13:24) CdrTKirr: And, apparently, Norse.
(23:13:27) LtWright: :: weaves thread into last few stitches :: :: cuts off tail :: Vair ni.
(23:13:35) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, I've just gotta add this in...
(23:13:44) DoctorTav: How many people can say they had a dragon at their wedding?
(23:13:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: as they walk into the burning foreset outside :: Lo there do I see my father...
(23:14:02) DoctorTav: Or at least a reasonable facsimile of one?
(23:14:09) LtCmdrBusard: Sweeeeet.
(23:14:19) LtWright: I don't get it.
(23:14:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Lo there do I see my mother...
(23:14:36) VAdmBlackthorne: and my sisters and my brothers.
(23:14:37) DoctorTav: Admiral? I just want to say, it seems your ship's Trill is really good at making messes.
(23:14:50) VAdmBlackthorne: Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
(23:15:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Lo, they do call me, they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever!
(23:15:40) ColDougMcKnight: Oooooooooooooooooooooodiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!
(23:15:45) VAdmBlackthorne: If you don't get it, go watch the 13th Warrior immediately!
(23:15:54) ColDougMcKnight: Which is Ancient Norse for "Fucking metal."
(23:16:13) LtWright: Okay, I'll watch it.
(23:16:22) LtCmdrBusard: :: Raises hammer, realizes it's a claw hammer, lowers hammer::
(23:16:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Anyway, the night just could not end without THAT.
(23:16:44) ColDougMcKnight: It's made of awesome. One of the Vikings is dressed like a fucking Conquistador, and I don't even care.
(23:16:45) LtCmdrBusard: Darn my hammers all being real tools.
(23:16:56) LtWright: :: raises hammer, realizes it's a toy hammer that goes "squeak" when you hit things with it, lowers hammer ::
(23:16:56) LtCmdrBusard: Me either, and that's saying A LOT.
(23:17:08) VAdmBlackthorne: I probably didn't even notice.
(23:17:17) VAdmBlackthorne: There was just too much badassery flying around.
(23:17:33) DoctorTav: I dunno about you, but I can't wait for the next party
(23:17:44) VAdmBlackthorne: They bring out some of our best.
(23:18:04) LtWright: we're gonna have to up the ante. Stage a murder mystery or something.
(23:18:16) DoctorTav: Hey, I like that plan
(23:18:22) LtCmdrBusard: Dude, that would be awesome.
(23:18:33) VAdmBlackthorne: If someone wants to write it up, we can do it.
(23:18:35) DoctorTav: Maybe the next storyline.
(23:18:45) CdrTKirr: That WOULD be awesome.
(23:19:02) CdrTKirr: And speaking of not caring. Gravity.
(23:19:04) LtWright: This is my idea. Take it and go.
(23:19:17) DoctorTav: I already know it was Mr. White in the Gymnasium, with the candlestick. I have the photographic proof somewhere
(23:19:21) VAdmBlackthorne: There's a post on the website about the future of this game we could use some more discussion on.
(23:19:31) DoctorTav: Oh, boy. Why did you have to mention Gravity in my presence?
(23:19:48) CdrTKirr: 'Cause I know you have something to say...that Jason would appreciate
(23:20:03) VAdmBlackthorne: Yep. Nights like this, I love.
(23:20:08) VAdmBlackthorne: We just don't get enough of them.
(23:20:49) DoctorTav: I appreciate the use of Kessler Syndrome in a movie, though the way it was portrayed in Gravity... Drove me up a wall, frankly. And that's just the first element of the movie. Then you get into the jetpack ride from Hubble to ISS. Just wanna say good luck on that one!
(23:21:14) VAdmBlackthorne: (and from ISS to Tiangong, lol)
(23:21:27) DoctorTav: Now, I did get a laugh out of the fact that it was Space Shuttle Explorer that was destroyed. Since in a way there sort of is a Space Shuttle Explorer, as I have been aboard it.
(23:21:30) CdrTKirr: Maybe we need a break from the rules of Starfleet. The crew could get splintered and the senior staff survive as mercenaries.
(23:21:43) LtWright: I think when we have nights like this, we explore the dimensions of our character beyond who they are when they're on duty.
(23:21:48) DoctorTav: Not exactly sure how Explorer survived launch...
(23:22:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Heh, that's the thing that was at KSC and is now at JSC
(23:22:14) DoctorTav: But yes, once the flight from Hubble to ISS is complete, ISS to Tiangong is easy in comparison, if somehow you get them lined up.
(23:22:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, Wright, that's turue.
(23:22:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Not with only a a few meters per second of dV in the EMU.
(23:22:53) CdrTKirr: I have no idea what he just said.
(23:23:06) LtWright: You guys both play the hell out of some KSP, don't you
(23:23:14) CdrTKirr: Yes, they do.
(23:23:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Delta-V is change in velocity. The EMU is the "jetpack"
(23:23:37) CdrTKirr: Okay I undestand you now. =P
(23:23:43) VAdmBlackthorne: It has maybe 4-5 meters per second change capability. To change orbits like that would take hundreds.
(23:23:49) DoctorTav: But she used the backup capsule at ISS, so we'll go with that.
(23:23:52) VAdmBlackthorne: And more time than you have oxygen.
(23:24:10) CdrTKirr: Not to mention you'd get really, really hungry.
(23:24:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah, I haven't actually seen this movie, mind
(23:24:25) LtCmdrBusard: I have no idea what you all are talking about!
(23:24:36) LtWright: My husband too. He's all like "let me show you my new lifter design! It has all this blah blah blah" and he's doing all this complex math and stuff.
(23:24:42) DoctorTav: You should see it. But please record yourself as you do. I want to watch your reaction, since you know quite a bit more than I do.
(23:24:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Sandra Bullock and George Clooney in space disaster.
(23:24:47) CdrTKirr: The movie Gravity. They're talking about how it's impossible.
(23:25:05) LtCmdrBusard: I'm not sure if I've even heard of that movie until now.
(23:25:07) LtCmdrBusard: Huh.
(23:25:15) CdrTKirr: It like, won an award.
(23:25:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Impossible, yes, but probably entertaining.
(23:25:38) LtCmdrBusard: Anyway, I gotta go. I needs my meds, preciousss.
(23:25:39) CdrTKirr: It was all about what you would be feeling, and they did that very well.
(23:25:45) DoctorTav: Bullock was great, Clooney was... well, George Clooney. As far as the acting and storyline, great. I just couldn't get past the fact that I was sitting there thinking how impossible it was.
(23:25:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Please, chime in on the website on how we can keep this going.
(23:25:51) CdrTKirr: Smaug yelling "PRECIOUS!"
(23:25:57) LtWright: And there's a game called Kerbal Space Program that makes certain people get all neckbeardy about space junk, ad I say that with so much love
(23:26:10) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm strokin' mah neckbeard
(23:26:10) DoctorTav: KERBAL SPACE PROGRAM!
(23:26:13) LtCmdrBusard: G'night all!
(23:26:18) DoctorTav: Night!
(23:26:22) LtWright: Night!
(23:26:24) VAdmBlackthorne: I might go play that right now! I have a crew on Laythe to bring home!
(23:26:28) CdrTKirr: Night!
(23:26:36) ColDougMcKnight: Sure, I'll chime in.
(23:26:37) DoctorTav: I haven't been to Laythe yet
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(23:26:46) DoctorTav: Actually, I haven't been past Mun
(23:26:54) CdrTKirr left the room.
(23:26:54) LtKuari left the room.
(23:26:56) ColDougMcKnight: Not tonight, since my energy is flagging. But I will.
(23:27:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Thanks.
(23:27:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Kerbal steps, Tav.
(23:27:11) DoctorTav: :)
(23:27:12) VAdmBlackthorne: I still remember my first Munlanding.
(23:27:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Lander fell over and broke a leg, of course.
(23:27:35) DoctorTav: Of course. I am still thinking of mine. Finally got it to explode as I tried to stand it up
(23:27:52) LtWright: <3 G'night, my lovely KSP neckbeards... and McKnight
(23:27:54) DoctorTav: And the Kerbals SURVIVED. So now I need a rescue mission to Mun
(23:27:56) VAdmBlackthorne: If you're on a hill pointed vaguely above sideways, you can just launch.
(23:28:07) VAdmBlackthorne: And then a rescue mission for THAT mission.
(23:28:11) VAdmBlackthorne: And so forth.
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(23:28:13) DoctorTav: Right
(23:28:18) ColDougMcKnight: Night, Wright.
(23:28:36) DoctorTav: Alright. Early morning. Must go as well. Have a good evening
(23:28:40) VAdmBlackthorne: G'night!
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